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Ryan Chapter Eight

I wanted so badly to deepen that kiss.  I had to stick to the plan if I didn’t want her to think I only wanted to get in between her legs.  If only she knew how hard it was for me to walk away with just a peck on her lips.  I could see that she wanted more, but I couldn’t.  She tries to hide her feelings, but her face is like an open book and I love that about her. I can know if she I lying or hiding something.  So far I like being around her, I don’t know if I like what I feel, because it scares me.  I didn’t want to be a pussy and admit that bit to her knowing she is right it is going to get complicated when it comes to my friends and my parents.  Unfortunately how they will handle me going after her is going to affect me, because I don’t share their sentiments over money or people. 

When I told her the reason I didn’t go to Yale I could see the appreciation on her face.   It wasn’t because she though I socked it to my dad, but the reasoning behind it.  The more I see her the more she impresses me without even trying.  That amazes me.   The people around me always seem to bend over backwards kissing my ass and I hate it.  You never know people real motives around you, and it makes me not want to trust anyone, even the ones that are being true. 

Evelyn ha
s me reevaluating a lot of things.  She gets me more than I feel comfortable with.  I like her more than I want to, and I don’t like having no control over how I feel.  I messed around with more girls than I care to share, and I’ve never felt this attraction to any of them, not even close. So why her, why now? 

After that kiss at the party I knew I was hooked, I knew it would never be enough and that was only one kiss.  I want her so much.  I know I have to be careful. I couldn’t just seek pleasure from her like I do the other girls I sleep with.  Evelyn doesn’t know the score, and frankly I don’t think pleasure is all I want from her, I know I want more, I just don’t know how to go about it.  If it goes wrong I know she would conclude that I deliberately went after her just to find out what it was like to be with someone like her.  If I don’t, she is going to think that I can’t bring myself to be with her. Damned if I do; damned if I don’t, fuck. 

Rubbing a hand down my face, I know I can’t think like that or I’ll go out of my fucking mind.  I’ll just take one step at a time.  If nothing else I’ll always be honest with her.  I told her I wanted to see her today, what do I want to do?  I need to figure that out before it gets too late.  Maybe I’ll just text her so she can decide where and when tonight. 

Me
:
Hi beautiful, I was checking to see how your day is going so far?

Hearing my belly growl I went
into the kitchen to make myself a BLT, and my cell dings with a text message

Ev
:
So far my day is ok; how about you?

Taking a bite outta my sandwich I replied instantly.

Me
:
My day is not going fast enough. So when can I see you?  By the way how about you pick the place and the time we meet today.  Anywhere you want.

I hope she still want us to meet, I just told her I can’t wait to see her.

Ev:
Ok; how about my place say around seven; I’ll text you the address.

Me:
Ok sounds great

Ev:
Just know it’s not what you are used to.

Me:
what’s that supposed to mean?

Ev:
It means I don’t live in a mansion like you do, I live in a trailer park.

Me
:
I don’t care about that; I was hoping you would realize that by now.

Ev:
We’ll see right?

Me:
Just text me your address and stop doing that.

Ev:
Doing what?

Me:
You know what I’m talking about.  I’ll see you tonight at seven; waiting for your address.

I’m a little teed that she keeps doing this, I mean come, it’s only money, but it’s like she…I don’t even know.  I’m not going to stress it or jump to conclusions.  I know I’m about to sound like a girl and I don’t want to ruin seeing her with my bad mood, because I’m so looking forward to seeing her later. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, taking it out I answer, “Hello.” Hearing my best friend Mitch was a relief.  “Hey man?  Just checking to see how it went last night.”

“It was ok; Ev and I just hung out and talked.”

“So what’s up with you? What’s going on? I can hear it in your voice something’s up.”

“Yeah; just wanted to give you a heads up that Chloe is not giving up.”

“What the hell does she want?”  I asked really not wanting to know shit about her.  “Man I told you that bitch was crazy” he said,

“I don’t care whatever it is I’m done
.”

“Well like I said she is crazy, she’s acting like you up and br
oke her heart and shit.”  I’m done with her, we broke up a while back because I caught her fucking one of my so called friends and she still keeps hounding me thinking I’ll take her back.  She must be fucking out of her mind if she thinks I’ll let her back in my life.  “Hey dude where did you go?”  I guess I zoned out while he was saying something.  “I’m here man, just thinking she must be crazy if she thinks I’m getting back with her.”

“Well from the shit she is spewing, she not only think
s you are getting back together she is planning on it so watch your back.” He warns “What the fuck did you just say?”  I asked wanting to know what the hell she is planning.  He laughs at my reaction “Well isn’t that a fuck… what does…you know what, it doesn’t even matter, she can continue being crazy, because I don’t have time to feed into her shit.”

“I feel you on that
, but like I said just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thanks man…thanks for looking out.” 

“Come on man, no thanks needed you know I got your back.”

“Well I have to cut this short because I
’ve got a date with Evelyn tonight.”  He is laughing, because his idea of dating is fucking one night and then bouncing, “Really? Do tell.”

“Not enough time got to jump in the shower and get ready, but I’ll fill you in later.”

“Ok man, have fun and I’ll catch you later.”  He laughed on the phone before it went dead. 

Evelyn Chapter Nine

Looking in my closet wondering what I should wear.  “Um…let’s see, ah ha this should do just fine.” I took down my blue and white baby doll that’s hanging in the back of the closet.  This will work perfect with my white sandals.  As I’m done putting my hair up in a ponytail the doorbell rings.  I was anxious all day because I couldn’t wait for the day to fly by so I could see him.  I try catching my breath. I definitely don’t want him thinking I was dying to see him.  Even though it t would be true, he doesn’t need to know that.  Ever since last night I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind.  I remembered how his lips felt at the party and the way he held unto his control last night at the lake when he gave me a peck. The bell chimes again frightening the belugas outta me. “Coming!” I yell as if I was so busy I couldn’t come to the door right away. The only thing I was doing was trying to calm myself down. 

“Hey! Sorry to have you waiting, come on in,” I say as I move to open the door wider so he could come in.  “You look gorgeous Ev.” 

“Thank
you, you don’t look so bad yourself.” I say smiling at him. 

“Here
, I stop and pick up a bottle of Barossa Black Label wine. I took a chance. I didn’t know what you liked.”

“Thank
you, I guess we can have it tonight with dinner.  I don’t know anything about wine unfortunately, so I’ll try it and let you know. 

I hope you’re hungry, because I made steak, baked potatoes, with carrots and broccoli.”  I said trying to cut his gaze from me.

“I’m starving
.”    He looks so good I could eat him for dinner and his scent is not helping to calm my nerves.  I’m looking at his lips, his hands and all I want to do is forget dinner and jump him. I just want to feel his hands all over my body before I explode.  I’m becoming a walking horn dog around him. 

He clears his throat causing me to snap out of my fantasy, blushing profusely.  Not looking at his face I quickly say, “Go ahead and have a seat, while I get the dinner on the table.” 

“Is there anything I c
an help you with?” He asks

“No
, but thanks you. Oh, wait! Before you sit, can you grab two glasses from the cupboard behind me please?”  I asked.

“Sure
, not a problem,”

“W
ould you like me to help with anything else?”

“No thanks, just the glasses
, I have everything else covered.”  I said a little shaky. Now that he is here I feel the butterflies in my stomach and all of a sudden I’m hot as hell, and it has nothing to do with the heat in the kitchen.    How am I going to survive this dinner with him I have no clue.  I’m just praying I don’t embarrass myself tonight. 

I can feel his eyes on me from across the table. I wonder if he will kiss me again. I look up and he didn’t look away. He keeps looking which makes me blush even more.  “Are you ok?” He asks with a smirk that says I know how you’re feeling and I like it.  “Yeah great,” I said so softly I don’t think he heard me.  “How’s your dinner? Do you like it?”  “Yes I do, but to be honest, if it was peanut butter and jelly sandwich I would still love it.

I just wanted to see you and spend some time with you.”   I close my eyes, wishing that I can trust his words, but I don’t know?  

“Ok tell me this? What is it you want from me?”
I ask.

“I honestly don’t know
,” he answered, looking like he wants to say more but didn’t, he just kept eating.  I can see that I’m not going to get more out of him.  He seems like he has some things he needs to figure out and I don’t want to push.  We are just getting to know each other, so how can I expect him to know what he wants from me, well other than the obvious.  In all fairness I don’t even know what I want from him either. 

“Ok fair enough
.”

“Ok, how about you tell me five things you want me to know about you,” I say waiting to see if he will answer. “My favorite color is Green.  I love Cookies and Cream flavored ice cream.  I was raised by nannies, not seeing my parent very often.  My folks and I don’t get along, all they want to do is control me, dictate who I go out with.  They want me to give up football and take over the business, sometimes I wonder why, because they spend so much time making me feel like I’ll never be good enough.  Finally, I want to be with you, not for any sordid reason.  I want to be with you, because you see me,” he says looking intensely at me. 

“Ok my turn.  My favorite color is Red.  I love Strawberry flavored ice cream.  I was raised by my brother Kevin until he died.  My parents were absent neglectful, alcoholics, sometime abusive, never giving a shit about their kids.  Last but not least, I want to be with you, I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I saw you at the club all those years ago,” I finished meeting his eyes.    “I want to know you, warts and all,” I add before finishing up and excusing myself from the table not wanting the awkwardness to seep in after our little confession.   I started cleaning up the plates and packing away the leftover vegetables. 

“Would you like some more wine?”  He asks while I finish
cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Yes that will be great.   You can bring it with you in the living room.  Would you like to watch a movie with me or do you have other plans?” I ask hoping he’ll say yes to the movie not wanting him to go. 

“No I don’t have any
other plans.” 

“Is that a yes to the movie
?” I ask walking up behind him.

Smiling he said “Yes that would be great.”  I popped in
The Notebook and went to sit down beside him.  “Have you ever watched The Notebook?” I asked taking a sip of my wine.  Smiling he bends over, “No I haven’t.   Is this some sappy chick flick?” 

“Not really
, but yes,” I answered vaguely.

“That
’s a roundabout answer if I ever heard one.”  I don’t respond I just start the movie. 

I lean back getting comfortable on the couch relishing in my wine, and his clean scent.  I love how you smell the thought ran through my mind.  When I heard him say, “Thank you.” Opening my eyes I realize I just said that out loud.  I felt so embarrass, wishing the couch would open up and take me in.  What can I say? Oh God, he must think I’m a crazy.

I tried
to think of something to say, anything that won’t embarrass me any further.   I realize he’s leaning closer sucking up my air, causing my throat to feel dry.   Searching my eyes for something; what I don’t know.  His eyes are so intense, almost frightening as if he was going to grab me, throw me down and fuck me senseless.  I’m captivated by the intensity of his desire, desire that is now shining back at me. All that by just a look how can this be happening? 

I shiver with anticipation wondering what he was about to do. I want him to touch me, to kiss me so I can feel his lips on mine once more.  Should I kiss him?  Should I make a move to letting him know what I want?  As I’m sitting here driving myself crazy wondering what I should do.  He whispers as if there were other people in the room he didn’t want to hear what he had to say. “You smell good too; you smell of strawberry and mint…I love it. It’s intoxicating.  I have your scent imprinted in my head ever since the party when I kissed you and I just want to…”  He’s so close that if I stick my tongue out I’d be able to touch his lips, and boy how I want to run my tongue across those lips and suck.  Oh my. I closed my eyes; I just wanted to feel his lips on mine, while his hand caresses my body. 

I felt his hands on my face, opening my eyes; I can see the intentions in his eyes, and my eyes fall to his mouth. The way he is biting on his lower lip oh my, he pulls me towards him and kisses me.  His lips are warm and soft. He runs his tongue across my lips asking permission to enter my mouth.  I open allowing him access; his tongue probes my mouth in hunger exploration, which intensifies the ache inside me.  Our tongues dance together, trying to find and taste what they want.   A shiver runs up my spine.   I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him to me, needing more. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I’m being consumed by the way he was kissing me taking everything he wants, that he couldn’t say with words.

He moved his lips to my cheek down my jaw, alongside my neck, kissing and licking in his wake to my shoulder.  A million things are going through my mind all at once.  What is he thinking?   Is my breath ok?  He said he like the way I smell, does he like the way my skin tastes?  All these crazy things flying around up there in my mind, but the only things that matters right now is that I don’t want him to stop, I want more.  His hands move from where he was holding my neck, slowly moving down towards my breasts causing me to shudder from his touch.

Finally reaching his destination his hand cupped my breasts, feeling my nipples instantly harden under his administration; my eyes snap open.  I’ve never been touched like this before, and I don’t know if it’s fear or pleasure? The overwhelming things I was feeling between my legs were getting intense.   I didn’t want him to stop touching me not now, not ever.  Pulling back, his eyes connect with mine, before looking down at the way my nipples react to his touch.

I watch, relishing in what he was doing to my flesh. His lips moving gently on my face, going lower with each kiss, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. His eyes are filled with the same need I’m feeling. I could feel the desire that is growing in both of us.  His hand squeezes my breast and I began to heave for my next breath.  I closed my eyes as I felt the pool of liquid between my thighs, willing him to move his hand down further to help relieve the pressure that was building.   “Ev; open your eyes and look at me” he commanded with a voice that told me he was just as affected as I was.   I opened my eyes and he was looking with a devilish smirk that causes me to tremble.  As soon as he felt my body vibrate, he reaches for my top lifting it over my head. 

Pulling my bra down, one nipple exposed, now on display to be devoured by his mouth. Locking eyes with me he lowers his head and took my hardened nipple in his mouth.  While his mouth worked my nipple over, licking and sucking, he never took his eyes from mine. I was so caught up with what he was doing I couldn’t look away.  I could see his wants, his desires, and the burning flame that is compelling me not to stop him and just enjoy what he is invoking in me.  He ran his other hand across my other breast exposing it, moving his mouth over to administer the same attention he just gave the previous one, while pinching and squeezing my other nipple between his teeth.  A few seconds later the sensation was too intense, “Ryan” a small whimper escape my lips, wanting him to stop because it was becoming too much for me to handle.  I heard a growl coming from him loving that I was causing him to react this way.  Letting my nipple go, he grabbed my head and took my mouth with more passion than one person should inflict on another. 

When he broke away from our kiss, trying to catch a much needed breath, I felt his hand moving lower and lower until it stopped at the edge of my dress.  Hiking it up on my thighs I open my legs a little so he could get better access. I never took my eyes off him. I was in a hypnotic state that was beyond my control.  Still holding my gaze his fingers inches under the skimpy lace thong I was wearing.  With skillful fingers he moves them aside, all the while studying my response to what he was doing.  When his finger touches my drench core I shudder,   closing my eyes hoping to ease the pressure of what he was making me feel.

“Ev; don’t close your eyes I want to see you, I want to see what you feel when I do this.” Slowly I open my eyes and felt him slowly penetrating me, “Ah” I screech snapping my legs close, trapping his hand between them.  His eyes, the way he was looking at me and his hand was driving me crazy, I can’t focus, I can’t think.  “Evelyn! Are you ok?” I hear him ask while trying to remove his hand from between my legs.  Trying to get my brain to work, I nod my head indicating that I was ok, hoping he won’t stop. 

Seeing a smile creeping on the corner of his lips he said “If you don’t want me to stop, you’re going to have to open your legs to release my hand so I can touch you.”  Feeling entirely aware I slowly open my legs, he slowly moves his hand, keeping our eyes locked together as pushes his finger further in me.  A groan came out; my breath is ragged telling him just how much I wanted him.  I began to move my hips enjoying the waves of feeling his finger was causing inside me.  “Ry…Ry…Ple…Please don’t…” 

“Don’t what?  Tell me what you want? I need to hear you say it” he encourages me. “Please don’t stop.” I whimper as he curls his finger up and rubs my clit with his thumb in a circular motion at the same time causing me lift off the couch.  Drowning in the sensation spiraling from my toes moving up to my womanly part and I can’t stop it.  He thrust his finger harder and now adds pressure to where he was just rubbing causing me to feel the building of something that was about to rip me; “Oh…Oh God Ry…I’m…” 

Before I could reach the pinnacle of harmony that I’ve never felt before he slowed his administration, leaving me on the brink of pleasure and pain.  “Please Ryan…please don’t stop.  I need you to…”  He adds more pressure as my muscles tighten milking his finger as a source of life. “Ry…Ry…I’m,” I was cut off by his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth voraciously that sends me over the edge.  I explode around his finger.  I sat there coming down from my high not knowing what to say.   Covering my face not ready to face the consequence of what just happened between us.  I try to get up, but he wouldn’t let me. He sat there and held me.  After a while he said he has to go and left.  I didn’t know which was worse; him leaving or what we just did?