Page 56 of Beautiful Crazy
“Careful,” he warns, the corner of his lip ticking up as he picks up on what I’m trying to do.
“Just the tip,” I moan softly, my brows clashing together.
“That’s a dangerous game you’re trying to play, mama.” Him calling me that has no business being so hot.
“Just once,” I beg. “Let me feel you inside of me for a second, and then we’ll stop.”
Everett groans, dropping his head on the back of the couch. “Fuck, how can I deny you when you beg for my cock like that?”
“You can’t,” I quip with an innocent smile. “So, just let it happen.”
“You’re trouble,” he says, voice hoarse. His hands land on my hips, fingers pressing into the flesh, the bite of pain fueling the fire as I feel the tip of his cock pushing against my opening.
My lips part, my thighs tightening around him as just the crown slips inside, stretching me, filling me. I want more… I want it all. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, eyes rolling back as I lift my hips and ride the tip, slowly sinking lower. I can’t stop; my mind is gone for the feeling of him inside of me.
“Gemma.” He growls my name—a warning—yet he’s doing absolutely nothing to stop me.
“We’ll stop in a second,” I promise, my eyes fighting to stay open as I’ve got him fully seated inside of me. It’s too much, yet I crave so much more. I imagine what it would be like for him to really give it to me. To fuck me roughly.
I let my imagination go a little deeper, picturing him doing things I’ve always wanted but never dreamed of saying out loud, like wanting to be totally used. His cock in my pussy while his fingers fuck my ass. Feeling overwhelmingly full and begging for more.
Would I like that?I can’t deny how fucking hot it makes me even thinking about it.
It takes all of my self-control to lift off of him, but I do, and my core clenches, wanting more.
His stiff cock slaps against his stomach again, and I lower myself back down, rolling my clit against the underside of him like I was before. He tightens his hold on my hips, helping me grind harder as pressure and pleasure build inside of me.
I dip my head down, pressing my mouth to Everett’s, swiping my tongue inside against his. He kisses me hard as I continue to roll on top of him. We’re both breathing hard, and if I had to guess, I’d say he’s getting close.
I know I am.
“Think you can come like this?” I ask breathlessly against his lips.
“Fuck yes, I can,” he growls. “Keep going, mama. Let me see you come for me again.”
Reaching behind me, I find his balls, caressing and tickling them in a way that has him really groaning now. Hearing a man lose control has got to be the sexiest thing.
“Oh, fuck, Gemma,” he groans a moment before his dick throbs under my clit, shooting thick, white ropes all over his stomach in waves.
That does it.
“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, moaning long and low. It hits me like a freight train, even harder than the last time, which I didn’t think was possible. It takes hold of me, tightening my muscles. The corners of my vision start to blur and my body trembles as I ride myself through it.
We both fight to catch our breaths when we’re finished, and as I peer down at him, my chest aches with theadoration staring back at me. Swallowing thickly, I brush my hair out of my face and say, “Best neighbor ever.”
Everett throws his head back, throat bobbing as he laughs. “Yeah, I’d have to agree.”
I wait for the awkwardness to settle in, wait for the need to scurry away because surely that’s going to come, right? Except it doesn’t. Just like the first time, I feel nothing but ease and bliss as we clean ourselves up and get dressed.
How is it possible that I feel this comfortable with a man who just came into my life?
Twenty-Three
Everett
Dumping the bag of ice in the punch bowl, I scan the cafeteria, taking in all the parents and faculty mulling around. Tonight is the annual fifth grade movie night, something I’d never heard of prior to working for this district. Apparently, each grade has a designated night within the first semester of school, where the kids pile into the gym and watch a movie on the huge projector while the parents and teachers meet PTA style to discuss the plans for the school year. We didn’t have anything like this back in Seattle.
The movie is about to start, when I spot Gemma and Sutton walking in through the side door. They both smile and wave when they see me watching them, and my stomach dips as I wave back. Wearing a long-sleeve burnt orange dress that comes right above her knees and a pair of tall, black boots, her blonde hair flowing down her back in loose waves, she looks fucking sexy. Memories from hergrinding in my lap the other night come back to me, perking my cock up in a way that’s less than appropriate for a school cafeteria.