Page 33 of Last Chorus (A Perfect Song Duet #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

wilder

I forget how to speak for a few seconds. When my voice returns, it’s sandpaper.

“You touched yourself? Put fingers inside that pretty pussy?”

Evangeline bites her lip and nods. I reach over and flip the drain, then toss her feet off my lap and stand.

She laughs. “We need to wash the salt off first.”

I’m already halfway out of the tub. “Way ahead of you.”

I crank on the dial in the walk-in shower. Water cascades from the oversized showerhead, steam billowing almost instantly. I say a silent thank you to my dad for convincing me to install a gas water heater with a standing pilot light.

When I turn to help Evangeline out of the tub, she’s already walking toward me. Glistening like Venus from the sea, loose tendrils of hair curling around her determined face, she steps into the shower and points.

“Rinse, please.”

I don’t bother pretending ignorance—or hesitance. Ducking beneath the water, I rinse as quickly as possible. When I’m done, Evangeline nods at the tiled bench beneath a high window, close enough to be within reach of the steam and mist.

“Sit.”

I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even make a quip about her bossiness. Nor do I feel the cold tile as it meets my ass. I do, however, have enough functioning brain cells to say, “Please get a towel for your knees.”

Her eyes narrow like she’s considering arguing for the sake of it, but then she looks down at the tile and sees the wisdom in my statement.

After a quick detour to the towel rack, she drops the twice-folded material between my spread feet.

Delicate hands grip my knees, and then she’s lowering to hers.

My breathing turns harsh as her eyes meet mine, then meander down my tense body. Chest. Arms. Abs and thighs. When they land and narrow on my cock, she licks her lips. It’s too fucking much. I hiss and grab myself to keep from erupting .

Evangeline’s head tilts, a tiny, devious smile on her face. “But I haven’t even touched it.”

As soon as I’m under control, I croon, “You’re so beautiful on your knees for me. I can’t wait to see my cum dripping off those lips.”

Her composure cracks, then shatters. She pulls my hand away and replaces it with both of hers, then bends forward and licks my tip like a lollipop, humming at the taste of me.

Every nerve ending in my body singing, I hang on to the bench and let her explore.

Her tongue swirls all over my shaft and piercing before she takes me slowly into her mouth.

Shallow the first time, then a little deeper.

When she draws back completely, a thin ribbon of saliva follows.

Her tongue flicks out, capturing it, and I make the world’s most pathetic sound.

She pauses, her eyes jerking up to mine. The haze of lust in them falters, hesitance and self-consciousness taking its place.

Oh, fuck no.

I sink my fingers beneath the loose bun at the back of her head. “You’re perfect. I guarantee I’m going to come really hard and really soon. I also don’t care where. Neck, chest, face, mouth, tile—it’s all the same to me, all perfect because it’s you. Do absolutely whatever the fuck you want. ”

She chews her lips, frowning. “I want to make you lose it. Tell me how?”

I gaze reverently down at her, my heart on fire. “Stop thinking so hard and eat my cock like you’ve always wanted to. I’m not an appetizer, baby. I’m your favorite main course.”

Her eyes glaze again, thick lashes fluttering as her breath quickens. Knowing she’s close to letting go, I give her hair a little tug.

“And rub that needy clit for me while you’re at it.”

With an eager whimper, she sneaks a hand between her thighs as she lowers her head.

This time she doesn’t hold back. And now that I know what she needs, I don’t hold back either. I give her my unrestricted moans and praise. My hand stays on the back of her head, my fingers tight in her hair, but I don’t guide her. She doesn’t need me to.

Evangeline devours my cock like she’s starving for it. Zero finesse. Sloppy as hell.

Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

It’s beyond a doubt the best blowjob of my life, and my body knows it. Telling pressure builds fast in my spine. My fingers and toes tingle in warning.

“Fuuuck,” I grit out. “Make a choice, baby.”

Her eyes roll up to mine, fierce despite the tears leaking from the corners. She squeezes her hand around my base and takes me to the back of her throat. When she swallows around me, I’m done .

The first pulse of euphoria is followed closely by a second, third, fouth.

I come so hard, for so long, that my soul leaves my fucking body.

My head snaps back, hitting the wall with enough force I see stars.

The pain compounds the pleasure, making it unbearable, and my vision spirals into blissful white.

“Wilder? Wilder! Are you okay?”

I blink at Evangeline. Her worried face is sideways and right in front of mine, which makes zero sense until I realize I’m lying on the bench. Mist from the shower tickles my forehead and nose.

“Yeah,” I croak. “You have a little something…” My thumb swipes her chin, then her cheek.

As more brain function returns, I realize how pointless my efforts are. There’s cum in her hair. On the tip of her nose. In her eyebrows.

My stomach contracts. My cheeks tighten. I try—I really, really try—not to laugh. But it’s another wasted effort.

Evangeline’s worry makes way for rage. She punches my shoulder. “Goddammit! You cracked your skull on the wall and keeled over. I was about to call a fucking ambulance. ”

I can barely breathe I’m laughing so hard. “I can’t… your eyebrows—it’s all over you.”

“Obviously,” she hisses. “You convulsed right out of my mouth and Jackson Pollack’d me as I was trying to grab you. Ugh. Whatever. I’m done playing nurse.”

She stands and turns toward the water. I sit up fast and grab her arm before she can escape.

“Fairy,” I cajole, tugging her between my knees. She sighs as I draw a pert nipple into my smiling mouth, flicking it with my tongue until it hardens before giving the same treatment to the other.

Her hands come to rest on my shoulders. “You scared me,” she whispers.

“I’m sorry.” Sliding my hands to her ass, I squeeze. Her back arches, fingers clenching. “I have a hard head—I’m perfectly fine. That was the best blowjob of my life.”

“Liar,” she says breathily.

My mouth is full, so I shake my head as I slip a hand between her legs. I tease with my tongue and fingers until she’s panting and circling her hips.

“Wilder,” she whines.

I release her nipple with a pop and look up at her flushed, beautiful, cum-speckled face. “You did so good,” I purr as I sink a finger inside her. Her body clenches around me, her breath hitching. “How much did you swallow?”

Her eyes flash. “Quite a fucking lot, thank you very much.”

I grin and give her another finger, curling both toward me and pulsing them against her G-spot. Her head cants back, a low moan saturating the air.

“Give me those fairy eyes.” I wait until she complies, her gaze focusing when she registers my serious expression.

“I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trusting yourself and letting go for me.

You were an absolute savage, and I fucking loved watching you swallow my cock. That was the best blowjob of my life.”

My praise princess melts in my arms, her entire body shuddering.

I swirl my tongue around a nipple piercing. “Do you want to get off on my fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”

Her eyes flicker downward. Swollen lips part in surprise, and a small, pleased smile follows.

“Always hard for you, Evangeline,” I murmur.

When she sways toward me, I immediately read her intent and lift her by the thighs, spreading them over mine.

Her arms come around my shoulders, breasts mashing against my chest. She wiggles around until she finds what she wants, then rocks her way slowly down my cock.

By the time she’s seated on my thighs, we’re both panting.

Her wide, awed eyes roam my face. “Nothing feels as good as this.”

I manage to nod before my thoughts scatter as she starts to grind. Her heavy-lidded gaze falls to my mouth, and it takes every last drop of my willpower to resist the lure. Tightening my arms around her, I tuck my face against her neck and mirror the rhythm of her hips with mine.

The prettiest whimpers fill my ears.

“More,” she says on a gasp. “I want you everywhere.”

Her admission triggers another wave of building pressure inside me. “Fuck. Just like that, you’re gonna make me come again.”

I draw back enough to feed two fingers into her mouth. She moans, sucking and coating them with saliva, then bites down when I try to pull them out.

I slap her ass. “Bad toy.”

Her teeth sink deeper into my knuckles, so I slap her ass harder.

A gasp frees my fingers to find her ass.

The second I start applying pressure, she pushes back and swallows them both.

With a guttural cry, she picks up the pace, fucking my cock and fingers with abandon.

Hell-bent on taking what she needs from me.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful .

“Yes, yes, ah?—”

Her breath stalls, body arching. I bite the juncture of her shoulder and neck as she falls over the edge, pussy and ass clamping down and throbbing, her cries echoing around us. Free and safe in her pleasure, without thought or reservation. Messy, loud, and mine.

Exactly as she should be.

As my own release races toward me, I take over from below, bucking my hips hard and fast. And when I go rigid, she bites me in the exact same spot I bit her.

Because we’re a perfect song.

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