CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Nyx's POV.
She scoffs, spreading her legs over Evander who seems to be heavily drunk, as he lays down there, looking almost unconscious.
Seeing her do that, I slip my legs out of my heels, holding them on both hands. I throw one against her back and it lands exactly where I aim–on her spine.
She yelps, glancing over her shoulders as she moves away from him, "Are you nuts? Get out of here already!"
I swing the heel I have in hand, moving closer to the bed, "If you love that face of yours, you should run."
She crosses her arms, unwilling to move and when I launch the heels at her face, she ducks, jumping out of the bed and aiming for the door.
"Crazy bitch!" she yells as she leaves the room.
I hiss as she disappears, my gaze turning back to Evander whose cock is standing at attention.
The sight of me has my thighs beaming with heat but he looks too drunk to even realize who's around him. So I pull the duvets over him, smirking at how I'm going to tease him for coming to a sex club at work.
But as the duvet brushes over his cock, he groans, his eyes flying open but I can tell he's trying really hard to recognize me.
He grabs my hand, pressing it over his cock and groaning. Damn, he's so inebriated, yet so horny.
I gently try to break free from his grip but he holds on tighter, pulling me into him.
I fall over his body and he hums softly, "It's aching." He mouthes, still pressing my hand against his cock and from the way his hips move, I can tell what he's referring to.
His body is warm and he seems restless, his lips find my lips and he sucks on so hard, his hands wandering through my body in a way that ignites need.
My lips melt into his kiss, exploring his walls with my tongue and then his hands squeeze on my boobs, making me moan in his mouth.
I quickly start undressing whilst kissing him, my hip grinding against his groin as we hungrily caress each other.
I fling the dress onto the floor, clutching my hands around his face.
He breaks the kiss, cupping my breast into his mouth as he sucks hard. I press his head into my chest as his hot tongue makes my core soak with need.
His hands circle my body, stopping at my ass and as he nibbles on my boobs, he squeezes my ass, making my core clench and release.
As pleasure warps my senses, I tilt my hips high, sitting on his veiny, rigid flesh and that has me moaning so much.
He groans, holding on tightly to my ass he pushes himself inside.
His lips alternate between my left boob and right boob, making my skin tremble with heat.
I roll my hips around his cock, move back and forth on him while breathing raggedly. He suddenly traps my boobs in his teeth, teasing the bite as he sucks on the skin, making me even better.
My mouth falters as moans tears through me, our hips colliding in loud claps.
He suddenly groans, "Fuck, Liora, just like that."
My brain starts surging through a lot of questions about who Liora is but my body keeps at the pace of him ramming through my core.
His tongue plays around my nipples and my fingers drop down to my clit, further teasing myself as I ride him and then he stiffens, "Fuck, Liora, fuck," He groans softly, ramming faster into me and I bob my hip up and down as the build up of orgasm slowly finds its way down.
Our bodies collapse with ecstatic pleasure as he cums inside me, and my core clenches and releases around his length.
His body weakens as he drifts to slumber, his hands still circled around my body, making it difficult to move. So I lay on him, drifting off to sleep as well.
~
"What the fuck?!" Evander's sharp voice stirs me out of sleep.
I rub my fingers over my eyelids, clearing my vision, and when my eyes open, the first thing I see is Evander's pale face splitting with shock.
He places a hand on his head, rubbing from side to side as he sits himself up.
"Why the fuck are you here?" He growls.
"Actually, the question should be how did you get here. I'll tell you how," I say, pulling the duvet along with me as I sit myself up.
Evander flips the duvet open, checking whether he's nude or not and his eyes snap shut, his jaws clenching.
"Oh my God!" He shrieks.
And that has me wondering why he's acting like he's messed up.
"It's just sex. Stop acting like a virgin who just got deflowered," I mock, trying to move my legs but apparently they hurt.
Evander went three more rounds after catching some sleep and I couldn't resist that cock. However, the pulsing numbness in my core tells me we could have fucked a little slower.
"To you, it's just sex. To me, it's not, how did I even get here?" He questions me, zipping himself under the duvet and fastening the buttons on his shirt.
I roll my eyes, "The next time you stop by at an open sex club, make sure to get a trusted friend because apparently, the friend you have is not trustworthy."
His face wrinkles into a frown, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Jeremy set you up with some nude blonde and I got here just in time, to save you from the post trauma." I state.
Even after helping him out, the motherfucker is still crashing out like he's in bed with a monster. I'll specially like to remind him how he wouldn't stop touching me.
Evander springs from the bed, "You're talking rubbish."
I stretch my hand forwards, examining my nails, "Well, I know how shits like this play. If I'm lying then he won't show up here this morning. But if I'm saying the truth, he'll come to this door before you leave."
And right after I said that, the door swings open.