21.

He hushed me with another kiss, slow this time, his fingers sliding under the thin fabric, finding exactly where I was soaked for him.

I shuddered, my head falling back as his fingers brushed against my clit.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, his breath warm against my throat. “All this for me?”

I couldn’t even answer.

My knees felt weak as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right.

I whimpered.

His lips curved against my skin. “Thought you hated me, Evie.”

I gritted my teeth. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, his finger moving in slow motion. My eyes rolled up as my thighs shook.

Fuck. 

And then he added another.

My nipples were hard, pressing against my bra. The pleasure was too good, goosebumps started to appear on my skin. 

9 months without sex. Without him and only day dreaming about how his big cock would fill me. 

My breath hitched as he set a rhythm, moving in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit, more wetness filled his hand as the sound of his hand smacking into me filled the night air. The pleasure was dragging me higher, torturing me with how well he knew exactly what to do.

He was watching me now, eyes dark, hungry.

“Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his fingers pressing deeper, finding the spot that made me see stars.

I cried out, gripping onto him.

His smirk widened. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”

I hated how much I loved hearing that. How velvety his voice was, I bit my lips as I tried to look at him, he was looking at me as if I was the only thing in the world as his fingers moved inside of me.

 

His other hand brought down the V neck of my dress, removing my breasts from the bra. 

He leaned down capturing a nipple in his mouth. I groaned, I bit my lips to try to lower my moans but I couldn't. 

I felt like I was floating in heaven. His hands went to my throat clasping it as he sucked my nipples and pounded me with his fingers.

His tongue twirled around it, lapping around the hardened peak and I couldn't resist. 

I shattered, my body tightening around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he worked me through it, his touch too good to resist. 

He didn’t pull away, didn’t stop touching me until I physically had to grab his wrist, my body trembling from the aftermath.

He finally removed his fingers, but not before bringing them to his lips, licking them clean.

“Jesus,” I breathed, my face burning.

He just grinned, stepping back slightly, his confidence radiating.

But then I looked down.

I saw how hard he was, how thick he looked pressing against his pants.

And I felt bold.

Still hazy from my orgasm, I reached for his belt, surprising even myself.

His smirk faltered, his chest rising and falling as my fingers worked his buckle. “Evie, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I interrupted, looking up at him. “And I don’t like owing you one.”

His gaze darkened.

I got his belt undone, his zipper down, and then he was in my hand, hot, thick, heavy.

It bounced in my hands, I think he may have grown a bit. I wasn't too sure. 

Maybe it's just that I missed it. 

I looked around to be sure no one would see us at this corner then back at his dick.

I licked my lips.

His jaw tensed.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else.

I lowered myself to my knees, my breath warm against his skin, and took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking lightly.

His groan was almost enough to make me ache again. 

I took more of him in, hollowing my cheeks, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

His fingers threaded through my hair, but he didn’t force me—he just watched, eyes locked on me, completely transfixed.

I moved faster, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting pre cum as I sucked on it, loving the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.

“Evie,” he rasped. “Fuck. Just like that.”

His hips jerked slightly, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

I hummed against him, let it go with a plop sound, I leaned down taking his balls into my mouth, sucking on it, he moaned. 

I let it go, using my hand to grab his balls, holding it as I sucked on his dick again, taking him deeper, letting my throat tighten around him, and that was it.

His head fell back, his grip on my hair tightening.

“Shit—”

I felt him pulse on my tongue, and then he was spilling into my mouth, a deep groan escaping his lips as he shuddered above me.

I swallowed, licking the tip, savoring the taste of him before finally pulling back.

His breathing was ragged, his eyes dark as he stared down at me.

For once, Ryder had nothing to say.

I wiped the corner of my mouth, tilting my head.

“Still think I’ll fall for you?” I teased.

His gaze flickered, and then, finally, he smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “I know you already have.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed to my feet, fixing my dress.

But I didn’t deny it.

****

Ryder had sneaked out before I even had the chance to fully gather myself.

Which was good.

Because if he had stayed any longer, I might have done something reckless.

Like drag him back behind one of the hedges and see just how much more I could take.

I exhaled sharply, fixing my dress, running my fingers through my hair, and making sure I didn’t look like a girl who had just sucked her soon to be stepbrother’s dick in a garden.

God.

I was going to hell.

Swallowing hard, I made my way back inside, slipping through the grand doors into the main hall. The air was still buzzing from the earlier drama, but the tension had mostly settled. Guests were sipping champagne again, voices returning to their usual high-society hum.

I tried to act normal.

I tried not to focus on anyone.

But the second I stepped inside, my mother spotted me.

Her eyes were red.

My heart clenched.

“Oh, my dear,” she murmured, moving toward me quickly, pulling me into a warm hug.

I froze for a second before wrapping my arms around her, inhaling her soft, expensive perfume—only to realize something horrifying.

I smelled like cum.