Defending Everly (Mountain Mercenaries, #5)(64)



She kept her hands away from the bandage on his side, refusing to let the sight of it ruin the mood. She hated that he’d been hurt, wanted to see exactly how badly, but she needed him inside her more.

Flattening her palms on his stomach, she leaned forward, feeling his belly contract as she caressed him. His nipples beaded under her hands as she rubbed her palms over them. She curled her fingers around his shoulders and leaned down even farther. Her nipples brushed over his chest, the slight hair tickling as she explored.

She deliberately moved up, then back, dragging her nipples over him once more.

“Enough,” Ball groaned. His hands gripped her waist, and he adjusted her so her pussy was directly over his cock. He was hard, and Everly couldn’t stop herself from grinding down on him.

Her underwear and leggings, and his boxers, prevented either of them from getting maximum enjoyment out of the sensation.

Ball shoved his hands under her waistband and palmed her ass, even as he pressed her harder against him. He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes dilated and his legs shifted told her everything she needed to know.

He was just as desperate for her as she was for him.

Moving quickly, dislodging his hands in the process, she stood up next to the bed and shoved her underwear and leggings off in one quick movement.

“Condom?” she asked, even as Ball was shoving his boxers down his legs.

He gestured to the table next to the bed. Everly wrenched open the drawer and grabbed the box. It was sealed, and it was taking precious seconds to try to open it.

Ball took it from her hand and ripped. Condoms went flying everywhere.

For a second, Everly could only stare, then she giggled. Her giggles turned into a full-blown laugh. She quickly bent down and picked up one of the packets off the floor and climbed back onto the bed. Not thinking about how much more intimate the position would be when she wasn’t wearing anything, Everly straddled Ball once more.

It wasn’t until she was settled on his thighs, staring at his hard cock, that she realized how open she was to Ball.

Her eyes whipped up to his, and predictably, he was staring straight at her pussy.

Her muscles clenched, and Everly had to make a conscious decision not to fall over on her side and grab the sheet to cover up.

Ball’s hands went back to her thighs, and this time, when his thumbs caressed the creases of her legs, she squirmed. He was so close to where she needed him.

“Stay still and let me look at you for a second,” Ball ordered in a gruff tone.

It was an almost-impossible task. Between her embarrassment and desire, she wanted to do anything but just sit there with her legs spread open and let him stare, but she did. To distract herself, she examined him just as eagerly.

His cock was thick, and arched upward toward his belly button. The veins seemed to pulse, and even as she stared, it twitched, and a bead of precome appeared on the head.

But her perusal of his manhood was forgotten when the sight of the bandage on his side registered once more.

Everly had no way of telling how bad the wound was, since it was covered, but the longer she stared at it, the more she second-guessed what they were doing. Her brows furrowed in concern, and she started to climb off him.

“Oh no,” Ball said. “Don’t get distracted.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her upward.

Not wanting to squirm away and hurt him any more than he already was, Everly assisted by scooting forward on her knees.

His cock brushed against her open folds, making her hesitate yet again.

Ball growled something under his breath and yanked her forward quickly.

Before she knew it, Everly was looking down her body at Ball’s face. She was hovering over his chest, and he was staring between her legs as if he were a starving man who hadn’t eaten in a week, and she was a juicy steak.

His gaze slowly worked its way up her body until he was looking into her eyes. “Come up here,” he said softly.

Knowing what he wanted, and as eager to feel his mouth between her legs as he was to get it there, she forgot about his injury and shuffled forward a few more inches. Ball scooted his body down a bit and put a pillow behind him, shoving it under his head.

Everly could feel his hot breath against her now, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

“Spread your legs a bit more,” Ball instructed, helping by putting his hands on her inner thighs and lightly pressing.

She did, and before she could truly prepare herself, Ball was there. Licking and sucking as if she were his last meal.

Groaning, Everly jerked, but Ball held her still as he feasted on her folds. He used his tongue, his lips, and even his teeth to devour her. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. No lover had ever been this . . . feral with her. This demanding. And she fucking loved it.

At one point, Everly looked down and couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Ball’s face was covered in her excitement. Even his nose glistened with her juices. He was reveling in turning her on and eating her out, and his excitement more than showed in his enthusiasm.

When he latched on to her clit and sucked hard, Everly tried to pull away, the sensations too much. But he must’ve anticipated that, because his hand palmed her ass, his pinkie brushing against her back hole.

“Ball!” she exclaimed.

He didn’t answer with words, merely increased his suction on her little ball of nerves.

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