Drug Lord

Chapter XXIV

Warning: Explicit Content

It's been a month since I've been here now.

Ever has continued to sleep with me every night. In that time, to my surprise yet again, he still had not even attempted to touch me.

As of this morning, that has changed.

I wake up in such comfort, such warmth. I can't remember the last time I felt so well rested. I can feel, without even looking, that it's still dark outside. I lay still for a few moments, satisfied, and allow consciousness to seep into me. Out of habit, I attempt to extend my limbs for my morning stretch, but they are hindered by something hard and warm. I slowly open my eyes in confusion. After letting them adjust, I look down to see large arms swallowing my waist.

I almost freak out, but I calm myself - I know that it's Ever, and it doesn't scare me half as much as it should. So, instead of making a scene, I begin to wiggle, in attempt to quietly escape his grasp. While doing this, I can feel his body behind me, pressed firmly against my backside. There is not an inch between us. I notice now, almost fully conscious, that his large leg is in between my much smaller thighs. His own thigh is against my intimate area.

I wiggle with a bit more purpose now, but it is short lived when I hear his groan in my ear.

"Stop moving," he demands in a rough, tired voice. His arms grip me tighter and pull my body back into his. If I had put any space between us in my efforts, it is gone now.

It's as if we are even closer than we were before. In that closeness, I become aware of something extremely hard against my ass, lengthening all the way to the middle of my back.

Suddenly, I find myself sweating. Unwelcome, unfamiliar feelings are entering my body. My intimate area begins to feel odd. Really odd. It's as if it aches. I try my best to remain still, but I know that I'm shifting slightly.

"You feel that against you, don't you, honey?"

I hear his whisper softly sound in my ear, his face in my hair. The lowest I've ever heard him speak. He inhales deeply, and his body moves against mine.

His lower half - his hardness - grinds against me in one slow, long, deep stride.

I can't speak. I can't move. I should be absolutely disgusted, terrified. Yet, my body is betraying me. It doesn't allow movement, doesn't allow my mind to retaliate. On the contrary, the aching deepens. I can feel it in my core now. It almost hurts. I can't help but to squeeze my legs together, in an attempt to put pressure on my aching kitty, but I find my thighs gripping his leg.

Another groan sounds behind me, deeper this time.

"Mmm, that makes you curious, doesn't it?"

His lips are on my ear now, his whisper just as quiet as before, but much harsher. Almost strained. Like he's trying his best not to scream.

Not a second later, I feel the thigh that is between mine shift higher. I let out a loud whimper when I feel it rub it firmly against my aching core. He ceases movement, but leaves his leg mounted against me. It feels so.. frustrating. I could cry. My body is begging me to move against it - to create, to feel, some type of friction. My mind, as powerless as it feels, somehow stops me from doing so.

Ever's breathing is so heavy behind me. His grip on my waist has not faltered. I feel his tongue graze my ear lobe and his voice pierces through me once more.