will be several other people there. A lot of other stars, girlfriends, wives, behind-the-scenes people, and you already sort of know Keith…” he quickly said when my expression apparently contorted into freaking the fuck out . “Not big on crowds, huh?”
I shook my head. “Loathe them. Which is stupid, given my former profession. I can deal. I just have to psyche myself up for it first.”
“Would it help if I distracted you?”
“I think that would help, yes.”
He pressed a button, which sent the partition between the driver and the back of the car sliding up. No wonder he called for a car rather than drive us himself. His lips claimed mine again, and I nearly moaned as his tongue sought out and stroked mine in a sensual dance. My fingers threaded themselves into his hair and I moved closer to him.
I thanked every deity I could think of I’d chosen to wear a skirt rather than slacks as Evan’s hands moved up my thighs and creeped under the fabric. He kissed his way down my neck as his fingers toyed with the edge of my panties, so close to where I wanted him.
“Are you wet for me, Charlie?” He licked along my jawline to the spot just below my ear that drove me wild. “Should I check?”
I could only manage a nod. Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I sucked in a breath when he slid my panties to the side and ran a long, thick finger up and down my slit.
“Mmm, so wet.” He groaned, pushing into my folds and finding me drenched and ready. “Always so wet for me.” Maintaining eye contact, he slid two fingers inside me, pumping slowly until I begged for more. “After I win tonight, this is how I’m going to fuck you. It’ll start slow and sensual. I’ll touch, kiss, and lick every single inch of you until you’re mindless with need. I’ll eat that pretty pussy until you’re screaming my name. And when you think you can’t stand it anymore, that’s when I’ll finally, finally get inside you.”
Without pulling his hand away from my pussy, he knelt in front of me and pushed my skirt up to bare exactly what he wanted to the world—if the windows weren’t so darkly tinted. I opened my legs wider to give him room, and he eagerly pulled me so my ass hung off the edge of the seat before lowering his head and clamping his mouth over my clit.
Fireworks lit up the back of the limo. Or maybe it was just the earth-shattering orgasm coursing through me, because surely they wouldn’t have flammables back here, right?
With the way Evan made me feel, I didn’t care if the entire world burned down around me.
***
When we arrived at the stadium, I’d managed to put myself back together the best I could, considering the limo lacked a restroom. Evan still looked immaculate, even if his hair looked a little more disheveled than it should’ve been. I’d tried to return the favor, but he told me that going in the ring frustrated would help him maintain character. And we’d more than make up for it later on, after the show.
He held my hand in his as we walked into the backstage area. Someone from security handed me a pass to wear around my neck so no one would bother me while Evan was in the ring.
As he started introducing me to people, my anxiety returned. There were so many people, and he seemed to know them all, from the head honcho Travis Hanna all the way down to the stagehands who set up and tore down the equipment between shows.
“Don’t worry, there won’t be a quiz,” Evan joked when he introduced me to four of the female wrestlers at the same time. He’d started telling me everyone’s real names as well as their alter-egos on stage, but trying to absorb that many names at once made my head spin, so he stuck with their true identities so I’d have time to learn them all. At some point, I was sure I’d start watching wrestling and learn their alter egos. Had to support my man, right?
And there it was again—the stomach-dropping-to-the-ground, world-spinning-too-fast feeling
I shook my head. “Loathe them. Which is stupid, given my former profession. I can deal. I just have to psyche myself up for it first.”
“Would it help if I distracted you?”
“I think that would help, yes.”
He pressed a button, which sent the partition between the driver and the back of the car sliding up. No wonder he called for a car rather than drive us himself. His lips claimed mine again, and I nearly moaned as his tongue sought out and stroked mine in a sensual dance. My fingers threaded themselves into his hair and I moved closer to him.
I thanked every deity I could think of I’d chosen to wear a skirt rather than slacks as Evan’s hands moved up my thighs and creeped under the fabric. He kissed his way down my neck as his fingers toyed with the edge of my panties, so close to where I wanted him.
“Are you wet for me, Charlie?” He licked along my jawline to the spot just below my ear that drove me wild. “Should I check?”
I could only manage a nod. Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I sucked in a breath when he slid my panties to the side and ran a long, thick finger up and down my slit.
“Mmm, so wet.” He groaned, pushing into my folds and finding me drenched and ready. “Always so wet for me.” Maintaining eye contact, he slid two fingers inside me, pumping slowly until I begged for more. “After I win tonight, this is how I’m going to fuck you. It’ll start slow and sensual. I’ll touch, kiss, and lick every single inch of you until you’re mindless with need. I’ll eat that pretty pussy until you’re screaming my name. And when you think you can’t stand it anymore, that’s when I’ll finally, finally get inside you.”
Without pulling his hand away from my pussy, he knelt in front of me and pushed my skirt up to bare exactly what he wanted to the world—if the windows weren’t so darkly tinted. I opened my legs wider to give him room, and he eagerly pulled me so my ass hung off the edge of the seat before lowering his head and clamping his mouth over my clit.
Fireworks lit up the back of the limo. Or maybe it was just the earth-shattering orgasm coursing through me, because surely they wouldn’t have flammables back here, right?
With the way Evan made me feel, I didn’t care if the entire world burned down around me.
***
When we arrived at the stadium, I’d managed to put myself back together the best I could, considering the limo lacked a restroom. Evan still looked immaculate, even if his hair looked a little more disheveled than it should’ve been. I’d tried to return the favor, but he told me that going in the ring frustrated would help him maintain character. And we’d more than make up for it later on, after the show.
He held my hand in his as we walked into the backstage area. Someone from security handed me a pass to wear around my neck so no one would bother me while Evan was in the ring.
As he started introducing me to people, my anxiety returned. There were so many people, and he seemed to know them all, from the head honcho Travis Hanna all the way down to the stagehands who set up and tore down the equipment between shows.
“Don’t worry, there won’t be a quiz,” Evan joked when he introduced me to four of the female wrestlers at the same time. He’d started telling me everyone’s real names as well as their alter-egos on stage, but trying to absorb that many names at once made my head spin, so he stuck with their true identities so I’d have time to learn them all. At some point, I was sure I’d start watching wrestling and learn their alter egos. Had to support my man, right?
And there it was again—the stomach-dropping-to-the-ground, world-spinning-too-fast feeling
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