Page 8 of Craving Consequences

I would smirk at his willing surrender if my cock wasn’t in agony under her thrashing head. I try to ignore it while teasing her nipples, matching the flicks of my thumb with Lachlan’s tongue .

“I’m cumming,” Everly whines, digging her fingers into his hair and amping her bucking. “Don’t stop.”

Lachlan growls and stuffs her with a second finger that has her screaming and bowing in two.

She cums with a beautiful howl. Her head drops back in my lap as she shudders and fills my friend’s mouth with her release.

But Lachlan isn’t done. He rises up, face glistening and falls on top of her. His mouth closes over hers.

“Open,” he commands. “Lick your cunt off my tongue.”

Still shivering, Everly plunges her tongue into his mouth and takes back her release.

But I’m watching Lachlan undo his jeans.

Watching him drag out his cock. He braces one hand over the back of the seat to balance his weight as he lowers his left leg to the floor.

Props the right on the bench. His fist is closed around his thick erection.

Jerking. Pumping. Smearing precum down the veiny shaft.

He stoops and positions the head over Everly’s opening.

The thought of him fucking her has my head buzzing with excitement. I’m almost afraid to breathe as he lowers his hips and nudges against her. Pokes her entrance, pushes the fat head up between her slippery lips.

Everly gasps and bucks reflexively at the same time as his nudge. His head impales her and they both cry out.

“Don’t pull out!” Everly chokes out .

I don’t think that was ever going to be the problem.

I don’t think he can. From the outside, he looks like a man stunned by his own actions, but I know that look of a man fighting every natural instinct in his body not to let his intrusive thoughts win.

I know exactly what’s going through his head even before his nostrils flare and his brows twist into one of raw pain.

“Shit!” he wheezes at last, panicked. “Fuck! Everly...”

I watch my friend’s dick twitch as he cums. He tries to pull free, but it squirts all over Everly’s shiny lips in thick, white ropes. He covers her clit. Pools out of her virgin hole. He’s breathing hard as he stares down at his mess.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I...”

She’s not listening. Her attention is fixed on where Lachlan is trickling out of her. “Your cum is inside me,” she breathes. “It’s so warm and thick.”

Lachlan starts to shake his head. “I didn’t mean....” something dawns on him and he’s staring at his handiwork with a different kind of expression — satisfied pride. “Fuck, Everly, you let me fill your virgin hole with my seed.”

My baby grins and reaches down to take his cock in hand. It looks massive between her tiny fingers as she strokes him. He was already at half mass during his revelation, but with her determined pumps, he’s back to solid. And Lachlan lets her with a fresh, raw hunger in his eyes .

“I want you to breed me like Van said. I want to be the only one you fill up and use.”

I can only stare with anticipation as she brings his cock back to her entrance.

And penetrates herself with his head.

“Fuck, Everly, you shouldn’t...”

I don’t know who he’s trying to kid when he’s doing nothing to stop her as she jerks his shaft. Milks him for his jizz and he just kneels there and lets her.

“Fill me. Don’t pull out. I want it.”

The filthy words coming from her sweet mouth, her demands to get bred drive me to madness.

Being a good friend, I reach down and skim her clit. I roll it between my fingers to match her pumping wrist. Everly grinds her hips to match me and Lachlan groans. He groans long and loud, and bucks his hips, driving himself deeper into Everly’s little cunt.

“God ... damn it...” he pants. The veins on his forearms bulge with his violent grip across the back of the bench. “God, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Everly jerks him faster. Feverishly. Her thighs quiver as she hits her peak.

“Cum with me, Lachlan. Cum with me.”

“Fuck! ”

His hands come down on her thighs and he spreads her wide as he cums in her and she follows, sucking on his head with her opening.

It’s the most beautiful sight watching him coming out of her. Watching her unprotected cunt leak thick globs that run down her ass crack.

“I haven’t cum back-to-back like that since I was in high school,” Lachlan chuckles weakly, gaze fixed on his mess. “Van’s turn, Everly. Or I’ll keep going until...”

Until I put a baby in you, is what I know he was about to say, and the thought has me ravenous.

Everly tilts her gaze to my face. “Your turn, Mr. Weaver. Breed me like you promised.”

I don’t even have the brain power to think when she pulls herself up awkwardly.

Lachlan sinks back, tucking his satisfied dick back into his jeans.

But he’s not gone long. The moment she’s on her knees on the bench in front of me, he’s back, pressing himself into her from behind.

Stripping her of her dress. Baring her to me.

His big hands move around to cradle her breasts.

Tweak the nipples. His lips are at her shoulder, trailing up the column of her throat.

“Get him out, sweetheart. Get him ready to fill your greedy cunt. ”

Her big eyes search my face, hesitant, as if she’s expecting me to reject her. Laughable because I’d just as soon guzzle bleach.

I extend a hand and cup the back of her head. I bring her face to mine and capture her sweet mouth in a hard kiss barely masking just how badly I need her.

“You heard him, Evie. Get my cock out.”

I feel her relieved smile before I see it in her eyes.

Her small fingers are at my waist, fumbling with the belt and snaps.

It’s clumsy and takes too long, but I don’t rush her.

I let her figure it out on her own and enjoy the smirk of triumph lighting her face when she succeeds.

There’s some shifting required to help her tug the denim down but it’s all worth it the second her cool fingers fist around my dick.

“Shit!” I hiss through my teeth.

“You were right,” she whispers softly into my ear, palm rubbing my shaft from base to tip. “Your cock is much bigger than your finger.”

I try to laugh, but the sound is a choked whine when she squeezes me. “All the better to stretch your cunt with,” I tell her.

Her warm breath fans my face with her soft chuckle. Stray strands momentarily blind me as she slings one leg over my lap and straddles me. I jerk my jeans lower down my thighs, giving her all the room to grind her wet pussy up my shaft .

Her moan is sultry and delicious. The satisfied purr of a woman enjoying the cock between her thighs.

I’m perfectly content letting her use me.

Letting her find her pace. She’s beautiful like this, naked and in the midst of her own passion.

I want nothing more than to keep her like that, but far in the back of my muddled brain, I am fully aware that we’re parked on the side of the highway.

“Next time,” I promise her. I drag my top up over my head and toss it somewhere. My arms come up around her and I drag her flush into my chest. Skin to skin. “I’ll make it up to you,” I whisper into her ear as I reach down and align my cock to her entrance. “I’ll let you ride me all night.”

She makes no objections when slipping her arms around my neck. Her hips lift to give me room and wiggles down once I’m in place.

“Make it up to me now,” she breathes into my neck.

She sinks down on me. Too far.

Her channel is a tight, wet fist gripping me in place. It’s alluring, greedy with need as she tries to take even more.

“Just the tip,” I growl into her shoulder, torn between letting her and sticking to the plan.

“Little more,” she pants. “I want to feel you in the morning.”

It’s all I want, too, but there’s a plan for a reason.

Fuck if I know what that is when she’s rolling and bucking, and distorting everything else.

But I catch myself. I let my need for control take the reign and I fist her hair.

Yank. Drag her head back, exposing her throat to my teeth.

Her throat arches beneath my teeth, pulse against my tongue.

I don’t bite. Not yet. Not when she’s testing me.

“I said,” I grind out slow and measured, “just the tip.”

She gasps when I still her hips with a bruising grip. One hand stays fisted in her hair, the other hands across her middle, crushing her to me. She squirms, trying to move, to grind and pull me deeper. But she’s no match for my strength or control.

“You think because your soaked and needy, you get to take what you want?”

She whimpers, slick walls fluttering around the head of my cock. It’s taking everything in me not to submit and slam up inside her.

“I told you I would give you more ... when I decide. Not before.”

Everly’s lips part, but the sharp swat of my palm across her ass stills her. Has her eyes going round. The delicious sound echoes through the cabin, masked only by her tangled cry of pleasure and surprise.

“You don’t move until I say. You want my cum? You’re going to be a good girl and earn it. Understand?”

She’s breathing in rapid pants. The desperate pants of a woman on the verge of ruin. Her pussy leaks down my shaft. A heavy flood I can feel running down my balls. It would take zero effort to let her slide down and take me, but there’s a lesson being taught here.

“Yes,” she croaks.

I hum in approval, a low, dark vibration against the skin of her throat. “Good. Now, show me.”

She doesn’t move. Not an inch. Not even a breath. Yet, despite all her best efforts, there is no missing the tremors. The faint, micro currents running beneath her skin. The subtle flutter of her pussy trying to restrain itself.

Inwardly, I grin to myself, but keep it locked behind my wall of firm resolve.

“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing her pounding pulse with my lips. “Now, hold it. Just like that.”