With my dress bunched up under my neck, he impatiently pulls the cups of my bra aside and takes my breasts in his mouth, first one, then the other. His teeth slide over the pebbled peaks and his tongue flicks over them at a feverish pace. I hold back a whimper.
Knox’s hand slides down my body, squeezing my ass, gliding up my lower back, and then stroking down my front, grazing over my mound. He sits down on the little bench and pulls me onto his lap, kissing me with a hunger that takes my breath away.
“Are you wet?” His voice is a ragged whisper next to my ear. I kiss him again, sliding my tongue along his lip and into his mouth as his fingers slip into my panties to find the answer to his question.
I roll my hips, angling my pussy to meet his hand, wanting him to touch me. He lets out a breath as he finds out exactly how wet I am, and how much I need him.
I sigh against his lips as his fingers slide through my folds. He teases over my clit, then slowly presses a finger inside me. I roll my hips again, and he holds my gaze as he slides another finger in beside the first. There’s some discomfort at first, but I’m too far gone to pay it any attention.
He shifts on the seat and lowers the angle of his knee so that my feet can reach the floor. “Ride my hand, B. Pretend it’s my cock inside you.”
His voice alone does things to me, much less the filthy words he’s saying. I lift slightly and slide back down on his fingers, feeling them stretch my inner walls. I do it again, and again, and Knox presses the heel of his hand against me so that each time I rise and fall, my clit sparks with sensation.
I catch sight of my reflection in the fitting room mirror – dress pushed up, face flushed, head thrown back in abandon – it can’t be me that I’m seeing. I squeeze my eyes shut and get lost in the moment.
“Come for me, B. It’s my fingers this time, but next time, it’ll be my cock deep inside you. My cock is gonna stretch your pussy, and you’re gonna come all over my hard cock.”
Pleasure ramps up with every word, and I come so hard and so quickly. I start to cry out but Knox muffles the sound with his hand. I bite his finger as the sensation overtakes me. I grind down on him as Knox thrusts his fingers deep in my throbbing pussy.
As I recover, he slowly draws his fingers out, adjusts my panties, and straightens my dress back into place, supporting me as I stand. “I’d better let you get back to work, you naughty girl.” He gives my bottom a soft spank, and my pussy quivers with an aftershock.
Trading places with me in the small booth, Knox positions me to rest on the seat. “I’ll see you again soon.” He bends and gives me one final kiss before slipping out the door.
I slump against the wall behind me. What just happened?
Knox has always seemed the most sensible and cautious of the four brothers – I never would have imagined he would be so bold.
And I never thought I could be so reckless. My mom could have easily caught us.
There are footsteps outside the door. It could be a customer, or maybe Knox is waiting for me. I stand and look in the mirror. My cheeks are still bright pink and my dress is wrinkled, but I’m otherwise put together, so I step out into the store.
My heart skips a beat. It’s my mom.
“There you are. What were you doing in there?” she asks.
I fumble for a moment, but quickly recover. “Someone left the dressing room a mess. I was cleaning it up.”
“Oh. Okay.” Her eyes dart down to my empty arms, and I can tell she’s wondering what kind of mess I might be referring to, but to my extreme relief, she doesn’t ask any more questions.
That was much too close of a call.
It takes a long time for my pulse to return to normal, and it’s not just fear of having been caught that has my heart racing.
What am I doing, throwing aside good judgment for a few moments of pleasure? I’m losing control when it comes to the Evans brothers. We were only supposed to have a few harmless dates, but now I’m in too deep, and I have no desire to find a way out.
24
Falling for four men
Me: I need your help.
Olivia: What’s wrong?
Me: Can you come over?
Olivia. Sure. Should I bring ice cream or alcohol?
Me: I don’t know. Both?
Demonstrating why she is and always will be my best friend, Olivia knocks on my apartment door less than fifteen minutes later, convenience store bag in hand.