The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

13. Intensity

"What have I done?" I asked as I collapsed onto the bed. Tom shut the door behind him. 

"I think you opened a can of worms." He said. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap. 

The entire meet and greet was people telling me about their stories, asking for my advice, wanting to know more about my struggles. I wasn't in the market to share every sordid detail of my life.  I only wanted to give enough so that people knew I understood the struggles of mental illness. I gave a little, but they wanted more. I knew I'd be putting myself in a position to be some kind of morbid hero, but I wasn't expecting such a quick mass following. 

"It's overwhelming, especially when they aren't satisfied with what you are willing to give. You don't want to be rude and shut them out, but eventually you learn to skirt around the answers you don't want to give and still satisfy their thirst for more." He said.

"You know, it's your determination to keep your private life private that keeps the fan girls going, right?" I looked up at him and tugged at his beard.

"Fuel to the fire." He said softly, leaning down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me, so that I was straddling him. Then he moved us to the top of the bed. 

"Well, you fueled my fire." I whispered against his jaw. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt, kissing my way down his chest. He leaned back against the pillows. 

I slowly worked my way down, very grateful for the privacy we'd been given. I smiled up at him and bit my lower lip as I unfastened his pants. He lifted his hips so I could slide them down, allowing his member to spring free. He was already half mast as I took him into my mouth. 

The salty taste of his skin made my mouth water. I heard him sigh as the tip of him slid to my throat. I loved knowing I could please him. I wrapped my hands around and dug my nails into his tight ass cheeks.

"Ah, baby." He moaned. I looked up at him. He was leaned against the pillows, head thrown back. I relaxed my throat and took him as deep as I could go, then slowly pulled away, gently dragging my teeth along his shaft, swirling my tongue on the tip as it met my lips. His hands found their way into my hair. "Fuck, yes." he hissed. 

He arched his hips slightly, and I ran my tongue down the length of him, teasing the sensitive area at the base of his balls.

"Ahhh." He wailed in pleasure. I took his full sack into my mouth and gently sucked, listening to him hiss in quiet ecstasy. "Fucking Christ, Astrid." He said through clenched teeth. 

I returned to his throbbing staff, teasing the tip once again with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. He pressed on my head, his nails digging into my scalp as I worked. I could taste the warm salty fluid that excreted from him in tiny spurts, dripping warmly down my throat as his body prepared to come. His hips locked and I could feel him start to quiver.

"Stop, baby." He said in a forced tone. I pulled away and looked at him. "I want to come inside you." He pulled me up by my arms and kissed me. "First, I need to get you out of these clothes."

He pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. Our kisses were quick, short, and dire. My groin burned with need. He pulled at the waist band of my skirt, pulling my panties away with it, leaving me naked in his lap. I didn't wait for his pants to be removed. I lunged myself onto him, crying out in pleasure as he filled me. His hand on my hips, he guided me through a fast, needing rhythm.

I loved this. Every time we came together, he fit perfectly. Sex was never awkward, we naturally knew what the other wanted and needed. Not having to guess left more room for passion. When we didn't have to think about what to do, we could focus more on each other. I gazed deep into his eyes as he flipped us, I heard the sound of his pants fall to the floor as he'd worked them off. It still amazed me how strongly we connected. Looking into his eyes, I saw everything. Life, love, happiness. A future. I saw the universe, and as I reached climax, as I felt him explode in me, in his eyes, I saw the meaning of my existence.