Evelyn
“Honey, you look absolutely ravishing in this dress,” Eliot declared as he ran his fingers through his green hair-a habitual gesture he repeated every two minutes without fail. His lips curled into a grin as he added, “God! You’re a freaking goddess!” He pressed his fingers against his lips dramatically, as if silencing his own awe.
A soft chuckle escaped me as I reached out to ruffle his hair. “Thanks, Ellie.”
“You’re most welcome, Evie,” he replied before turning to his assistant, who had already begun packing up their tools and supplies.
I shifted my gaze to the mirror, unable to suppress a small smile at my reflection. The black, one-shoulder evening gown shimmered subtly, hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair, neatly styled into an elegant bun, paired perfectly with the understated nude makeup that complemented my skin tone. The black heels added a touch of height, accentuating my posture and elongating my frame.
Well, I looked really pretty today.
No one else could have done such an incredible job but Eliot. He didn’t just make me look like a queen-he made me feel like one.
My thoughts broke when my eyes locked with Jacob’s reflection in the mirror. He had been watching me from the moment I stood up, his unwavering gaze stealing the air from the room. Dressed down to his white shirt and slacks, his jacket discarded somewhere, Jacob had all his attention solely on me. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest, the edge of his tattoo, and the signature gold chain he never took off.
There was a familiar darkness in his eyes as his gaze traveled slowly down my body. It lingered at my heels, trailed up my thighs, paused at the curve of my waist, and settled briefly on my chest before returning to my face. His appraisal was unhurried and deliberate, as though committing every detail to memory, and it left a trail of heat rising beneath my skin.
“Jacob, sweetie, here’s your girl, all dolled up,” Eliot chimed, breaking the tension as he gestured toward me with a flourish. “She’s all yours now. I’ll leave you two alone.”
He walked over to Jacob, pulling him into a quick side hug, then turned to me, enveloping me in his arms. “Have fun, goddess,” he whispered before placing a light kiss on my cheek. With that, Eliot and his assistant slipped out of the room, leaving only Jacob and me.
The silence that followed was deafening. My breathing quickened under the weight of his gaze, which hadn’t wavered since Eliot’s departure.
“How… how do I look?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended. My eyes never left the mirror as Jacob took a slow step forward, his presence radiating heat that made the air feel heavier.
He stopped just behind me, towering over my frame as his eyes burned into mine. Slowly, he lowered his head, brushing his nose along the nape of my neck. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine as he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent before trailing his nose over my shoulder.
“I can’t put it into words, Evelyn,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with desire. “You’re fire and water. Hell and heaven. Love and lust. Desire and…” His lips brushed against my ear as he finished, “… hunger.”
Before I could catch my breath, his hand found the back of my neck, firm but gentle, as he pressed me down against the table beside us. The cool wood met my flushed cheek, contrasting sharply with the searing heat of his touch.
A soft gasp escaped my lips, my breath hitching as Jacob’s hand slid up my thigh, his cool fingers grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. The contrast of his touch against my heated flesh drew a tremble from deep within me. Wetness gathered in my core and my breathing fastened.
“If I don’t have a taste of you right now, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I won’t make it through the night.”
His words were a promise and a warning, and before I could respond, he pulled out a chair and sat behind me. His warm breath caressed the sensitive skin of my thigh, and goosebumps erupted as he leaned in, his nose brushing against me with deliberate slowness.
A soft whimper slipped past my lips when he pushed my panties aside, his fingers teasingly brushing over my pussy lips.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he growled, satisfaction evident in his tone. His left hand gripped my hip firmly before giving my asscheek a sharp smack that made me flinch. My hands gripped the edge of the table for balance, my legs trembling.
Then his tongue replaced his fingers, tracing a slow, tantalizing line over my slit to clit. The heat of his mouth and the sensation of his tongue moving with deliberate precision sent a surge of pleasure through me, a soft moan slipping free.
“Jacob…” I gasped, unable to form coherent words as his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers teasing and circling before one slowly pushed inside. My walls clenched instinctively around him, and his satisfied hum vibrated against my skin.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured against me, his voice dripping with need. His tongue continued its torturous movements, slow and purposeful, while his finger curled just right, drawing another cry from me.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Please what, Evelyn?” His tone was playful, taunting, as if he thrived on my desperation.
“Make me come,” I begged, my voice trembling as I fought to keep my legs steady. His fingers and tongue left me teetering on the edge of sanity. I wanted to close my thighs together for some friction but Jacob had them spread and his hand was there against my pussy, now drawing small circles against my clit and rolling his tongue around it.
He chuckled darkly, his lips pressing against my inner thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
With that, he pressed his lips fully against me, his tongue flicking and swirling in maddening patterns. His hand returned, fingers working their magic, and this time, two slid inside me. The sudden intrusion drew a gasp from my lips, followed by a guttural moan as he quickened his pace.
The room filled with the sound of his ministrations and my soft cries, the rhythm of his fingers and tongue pushing me higher, faster. My body arched against his touch, the sensation overwhelming, consuming me entirely.
“Oh, Jacob…” I moaned as he ate me out, his tongue pushing in and out of my pussy. His fingers fucking me and his tongue teasing me. He knew all of my spots and he was hitting every one of them right.
My walls started squeezing the three long digits buried inside my vagina but just moments away from my climax, he withdrew his fingers. My disappointment started to sink but then the sound of the fabric of my panty getting torn danced around the room.
That was a new one, never mind.
I felt his eyes gaze at my bare pink flesh and a growl slipped past his lips which had all the hunger beneath them that was evident in his voice, “You have a treasure down here.” His words vibrated against my slit.
I bit my lips and stifled the moan.
“If you’re going to stop those beautiful noises then I might not give you what you want..” He spoke, his lips dangerously close to my pussy, “Do you want that? Sweetheart?” He gently kissed me there and this was it.
It took me no shame to moan out the plea, “No… oh, God! No!”
“Good girl,” And then his hot mouth latched onto my clit.
“Oh my god,” The loud moan slipped past my lips and I shivered internally. Electrical sensations shot through my entire body, up and down, in every direction, leaving my mind hazy.
Within seconds, his mouth moved in all sorts of directions. From kissing to sucking then to nibbling and biting, he left no carnal motions spared. His two fingers kept the lips apart as he licked me there, slit to clit. Occasionally, biting on my sensitive sore nub.
It was only the agonizing pleasure and his hands that kept me still in my place.
I gripped the table so tight that my knuckles turned white and my hips jerked, trying to match his speed but somehow failing to do so. He was like a beast, a hungry beast feasting on me and making me love every bit of it.
And then…
I came all apart, one time, then the second time, then the third time, and then I lost count of it. He made me reach my climax countless times in just a few minutes. The ecstasy was on a whole different level. I loved everything about this encounter, the way his tongue licked me, his teeth bit me, his hands wandered over my body, every fucking detail of this encounter!
And then when I thought I was just a little bit away from fainting, he curled his fingers inside of me and gave me two more licks aagainst my clit and I came apart once again. My hips jerked as the orgasm whacked through my body. Shaking I came apart all over his tongue and he licked every single drop I’d offered.
And then slowly he pulled me on his lap, grabbing my neck and making our lips meet. I tasted myself on his tongue but I didn’t mind anything about it, instead I kissed him back with more hunger.
“After coming from the party, you are mine to fuck, Evelyn,” He whispered looking deep into my eyes and a shiver ran down my spine.
“I am yours…. anytime you want.”
A sexy grin spread on his lips as he let out the next words, “You better remember what you said.”