Chapter Forty Evan Sterling's POV (Ten Years Before)

It took everything in me to drive away from her. I wanted to kiss her, hell, I wanted to rip off her dress, carry and put her on my lap and let her feel every inch of my cock inside her pussy. Right from the moment, she walked out of the kitchen with the clinging dress, molding her luscious curves, I had thought of nothing else. Making her work the math was in a bid to find something that would make her less perfect, less desirable. Instead, she had aced it. I had enjoyed her proving Joyce wrong though, albeit to my detriment. Because the action only increased my need to claim her as mine. I hadn't appreciated Joyce insulting her but chose to let it go. I didn’t want it to seem like I was favoring Estera. I knew how vindictive women around here can be. I wouldn’t want Joyce deliberately seeking Estera out for some perceived revenge. Of course, she didn't know that. And obviously thought I had snubbed her. I shouldn’t have taken Joyce to that restaurant but I wanted… no, I needed an excuse to see her again. Now I regret that, because now Brian had his eyes on Estera, and he can be relentless. Estera is beautiful. I should have known Brian would make a move on her. I just wasn’t thinking straight then. And I couldn't warn him off without seeming obvious. I had to fake receiving a call from my father to get out of driving Joyce home and pleaded for Brian to do it for me, promising to see her tomorrow. And was beyond pissed to find Estera had left. The thought that Brian might see her and offer to drive her home made me drive out of the restaurant ahead of him and Joyce like a bat out of hell, seemingly in a hurry to answer my father and was glad I caught her fast enough before they got to us.
I wasn’t surprised she was mad at me. I was mad at her for giving Brian her number. I knew it was out of place to order her to stay clear of Brian. She was right, I wasn’t her guardian and had no power over her, and couldn’t force her to keep her innocence a little longer. But then she had the temerity to throw it in my face that she was indeed experienced. She obviously didn’t know how hard I was holding back, or she would have run out of that car as fast as her legs could carry her. My car carried her scent now and the air conditioning twirled the scent around me making me grow even harder from wanting her. I swerved the car around and headed out of the estate. If I am always going to get this worked up each time I set my eyes on Estera Roberts, it would be best to stay clear of her. I don’t care what she said about her being knowledgeable about sex, she was a minor, and I can’t touch her. So I had two choices; go home and give myself a hand job or go back to find someone who can give me temporary relief. I chose the latter. I checked the time and saw that the whole ordeal took nothing less than fifteen minutes. I put a call through to Joyce and found Brian had just dropped her off.
“Walk back to your gate. I’m close,” I said and ended the call. When I drove inside her compound a few minutes later, I saw her strolling toward me. I veered inside a maze of hedges by the side of the main entry road -– the path was wide enough to take my car and got down.
“That was fast. What did he want?” Joyce said as she walked to stand by my car.
“We talked about this, Joyce, you don’t ask me personal questions, I don’t bother you with any as well--"
“Evan… I was just being polite…”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her off but I recalled I needed her to be in a good mood.
“I haven’t gone to see him yet,” I said.
“Really?” she said, sounding somewhat triumphant that she had gotten me to soften up. Her smile was bright and seductive. “Why are you here then?”
“I’m certain you know why,” I replied. She giggled as I pulled her closer to me and buried my face in the nook of her neck, peppering kisses down the slope of it to her collar bone. She tilted her head backward for me and I slowly loosened her wrap dress, exposing her small, perky breast and flat stomach. She wore black lacy lingerie, and I could see the outline of her nipples straining against the lacy covering.
“You want to come in? My parents are out of town,” she whispered breathlessly and gasped as I pressed a kiss to the swell of her breast.
“I still have to go see the old man, Joyce,” I lied, reached behind her to unhook her bra, lowered my face to her chest to take her nipples between my lips, and suckled gently.
“Evan—” she gasped and ran her finger through my hair. I picked her up, ignoring the fact that I was parked just off the lane leading to her parents’ house and that they had servants and security personnel walking about. All I wanted was to fuck her. I felt a bit guilty that I was using her body but then thought she gave me the liberty when she allowed me to touch her at all, knowing I was Deborah’s boyfriend. I made her sit on the hood of my car, hurriedly removed my suit to place behind her and made her lay on it, and resumed sucking one breast while stroking the other with my thumb. She arched her back moaning my name. I trailed kisses down her front, nibbling her skin, till I got to her navel and deftly removed her panties, throwing it somewhere over her head. I gripped her thighs, opening her core wide open for me to explore. She panted as I stroked the layers of her pussy, feeling her grow even wetter for me. I parted her, while still brushing my lips against her navel, opening her up so I could gain full access to her clit. I stroked the swollen bud, caressing her vulva, and felt her spasm on the hood.
“Evan!” she screamed. I chuckled.
“Easy doll. Don’t draw attention to us. I don’t want to be interrupted,” I said, and slowly swept the tip of my tongue against her clit. She moaned my name again and I increased the pressure and then began to suck her, making her fold her legs up to also rest on the metal bed so I could use one of my hands to free my painfully hardened cock, pulled down my trousers and managed to wear a condom. And then I gripped her thighs, a bit tightly this time, and waited till she embraced her release before pulling her forward, leaving only her back resting on the hood, and pressed into her.
She made a loud, pleasure-filled sound, but I didn’t mind. I closed my eyes and found myself doing the unthinkable. I imagined the vaginal walls clenching my cock were Estera’s. I thought of how tight and sweet it would feel, and how incredibly wonderful the experience would be for the two of us. The way she looked at me with her eyes glistening in my car a few minutes before played in my head. I let the depth submerge me -- the innocent hunger in them, begging me to take her. Her name resounded in my head as I continued to plunder Joyce.
I wasn’t the type to voice my feelings during sex or call the name of the girl I was pounding, otherwise, I would have been in a great mess. Because the only name echoing in my head, and in the back of my throat wanting to be yelled out as I neared climax does not belong to the one I was fucking.