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  Chuckling softly, he kissed her temple and pulled her tighter to him as she fell into a satisfied sleep.

  Chapter 4

  "And what about this one?"

  Evan glanced up from the game he was fiddling with on his Smartphone and watched as Alyssa strode out of the dressing room wearing a silver strapless gown. The neckline plunged dangerously low between her breasts, not that he minded. Not in the least. Though he did find himself wondering how it managed to stay covering her amble breasts. The flowing skirt fell just below the knee.

  What Evan had thought would be a brief shopping trip for some essential clothing for her had turned into a day long event. This was their final stop, to pick out a dress so she could accompany him to the ball. She wanted him to be there to assist in picking out the dress though he highly doubted his opinion mattered much. In his experience with women, they wanted what they wanted and it was futile to try and change their minds. It was always in the man's best interest to nod and agree with whatever opinions they had about said article of clothing.

  She twirled towards him, the skirt fanning out around her and his breath hitched. He felt a stirring within his pants at the sight of the skimpy black thong she wore underneath was revealed a little. Coming to a stop in front of him, her eyes took on a mischievous look as she glanced around the small boutique. The cashier was busy with a customer at the front of the store and there was currently only one other customer browsing.

  Striking a pose, her hip thrust out, her hands holding her dark hair bundled up on top of her head she eyed him. "What do you think?"

  This was the eighth dress that she's tried on, but this one was easily his favourite of the bunch. The dress looked stunning on her. The bodice gripped her breasts beautifully, teasing his eyes, by revealing just enough to make him crave to see more.

  She leaned over him, bracing her hands on the armrests on either side of him. Glancing down he was rewarded with a perfect view of her breasts constrained within the bodice of the dress. Nibbling at her lower lip she caught his gaze. "'I want you."

  Evan's cock jerked as he frowned and looked around them once more. "Now?"

  Slipped a hand between his legs she stroked the ridge of his growing cock through his jeans. "Now," she confirmed ghosting his lips across his before straightening back up and grabbing his hand, giving it a quick, forceful tug.

  Giving in, Evan rose from his chair, tucking the phone into the inner pocket of his leather jacket and with one last look around to ensure no one was watching he quickly followed her into the dressing room. Sex in a dressing room stall, cliché perhaps, but that didn't concern him. As he locked the door to the tiny room, barely large enough to fit the two of them.

  As soon as he turned back around, she closed the distance between them, and was pressing her body against him, melting into him. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest and threatened to spill from the bodice as her lips found his, her kiss hungry - demanding. Groaning, Evan slid his arms around her, and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her tight against him, the ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.

  As she kissed him, her hands frantically undid his jeans. Once undone, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the pants and tugged them - along with his boxers - down, exposing his erect cock to her. She dropped to her knees in front of him, grasped his dick in her hand and looked up, catching his eyes.

  A groan escaped Evan, as he watched her tongue flick the head of his cock, cleaning the pre-cum that was seeping from the slit. He fell back against the door and then threaded his hands into her hair, grasping her head and urging her mouth down on him.

  Just a minute or two, he told himself as his hunger filled eyes caught sight of the small blue chair a couple of feet away. He's enjoy a couple of minutes of her sweet mouth wrapped around him before turning her around, bending her over the chair and fucking her from behind.

  Her mouth took him in, and she moaned around his cock, the sound of her moan sending sweet vibrations through him. His fingers tightened in her hair and he thrust his hips towards her mouth, prompting her to take in more of his long length. She moaned a second time, ending his temporary torment and taking him in as far as she could, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of his throat. She couldn't manage his full length, but with her hand pumping the base of his dick it didn't matter.

  "Dammit, Alyssa. That's good."

  She looked up, and caught his eyes.

  Looking down he became transfixed watching her as her head bobbed up and down, the length of his shaft, disappearing and reappearing between her glossed lips. Reaching into his pants, she cupped his balls with her free hand. His breath caught in his throat, and he closed his eyes enjoying her gentle caress in combination with her mouth's sucking.

  The fire within him increased and he found himself coming closer, so he began to thrust harder into her mouth. She was no longer in control as he began to drive his thick, rigid shaft deep into her throat.

  "So. Fucking. Good." Each word was emphasised with a thrust that rammed against the back of her throat and had her gagging slightly, but he found himself having a hard time controlling himself. She had him to excited, too close to losing control. He'd envisioned those lips on his cock so many times over the past few weeks that it seemed almost surreal for it to be happening now, in the dressing room of a bridal and formal wear boutique.

  "Stop!" he ordered as he pulled himself out completely. "Bend over that chair," he ordered nodded towards the chair. Flashing him a smile she turned and did as told, lifting her skirt to reveal her firm round ass, she placed a knee on the chair and braced herself with one foot on the floor, gripping the back in her hands.

  Looking over her shoulder her dark eyes caught his, "What are you waiting for?"

  A soft chuckle left his lips as he took a couple steps and positioned himself behind her. Knowing they were on a limited timetable, he hooked the black string of her thong that was nestled between her wet folds with his index finger and pulled it aside. He ran a finger along her slit, and was rewarded by a soft moan as she moved back against him.

  "Please Evan. Now!" she pleaded with him, desperation in her voice.

  Evan chuckled at her enthusiasm. He would have loved to spend a little while teasing her, he wanted to hear her really beg him. However, a couple of female voices were beginning to come closer the back of the store and they were seriously running low on time.

  "Evan!"

  He cringed as he positioned his shaft at her entrance and leaned over her. "Be quiet or I stop," he threatened a grin on his lips.

  "Yes, Sir," she moaned, pressing back against him attempting to impale herself on his length. Not able to hold back any longer from sinking deep into her moist, trembling pussy he slammed into her and she cried out.

  Shit! He leaned over her once more, covering her mouth with his hand. "Damn Alyssa," while his tone was meant to be chastising it came out thick and dripping with his desire. He pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned out again, but this time his hand stifled much of the sound as her fingers tightening on the back of the chair. Slowly out and once more back in. Her pussy tightened around him. She felt like heaven, her tight dripping wet cunt wrapped tightly around his length.

  Two more thrusts and there came a knock at the dressing room door. "Miss, is everything okay in there?"

  Evan froze, his cock buried deep inside of her. "You okay to answer," he whispered.

  She trembled under him as she nodded.

  Not convienced that she could, but knowing he had no choice he removed his hand from her mouth and hoped for the best.

  "I'm fine..." she called out, impressing him that she was able to maintain a steady tone in her reply. "I'm almost finished."

  There was a moment of silence.

  "If you need anything, Miss, then just let me know."

  Alyssa giggled softly, looking over her shoulder at him, and then moaned as he pulled out and slammed back into her.

&nbs
p; "How did I let you talk me into this?"

  She giggled a little louder, "It wasn't that hard."

  Grabbing her hips in his hands he pulled out and slammed back in. Again and again, Alyssa bucked back against him, meeting his every thrust. With each thrust he found himself coming closer to the brink. He leaned forward again, his mouth against her ear and his hand reaching around her, parting her pussy lips and exposing her clit. "Are you going to come for me Alyssa?"

  "Soon," she whimpered her response as he reached around her, parted her pussy lips and began to stroke her clit as he rammed over and over into her, pulling out almost completely and then driving hard back in.

  She had just gotten the word uttered from her lips when she moaned loudly - too loudly - tensed up and then exploded over his cock, covering his thick shaft with her sweet nectar.

  That was the final straw for him. Her pussy begged him to give in and let go. Holding tight to her hips he groaned loudly, rammed in hard one final time and a surge of his cum came rushing from him, violently slamming into her moist core, filling her completely and mixing with her own juices.

  Evan had to reach out and support himself with a hand on the wall on either side of them as an overwhelming sense of relieve washed over him. "My God Alyssa, you make me crazy," he managed to growl as he regained his composure and slowly, regretfully, pulled himself from her wet heat. A mixture of their juices quickly followed slowly making their way down her inner thighs.

  As he pulled up his pants and began to close them back up, while attempting to assist Alyssa out of the dress, the sound of voices outside of the dressing room had both he and Alyssa sharing an alarmed look.

  They heard us? Alyssa mouthed over to him.

  Ahhh, shit. He shrugged and then ran a hand through his hair. Evan eyed the door which he was thankful went to the floor, keeping the sight of two sets of feet hidden.

  A knock sounded at the door. "Miss, would you please step out of the dressing room for a moment." The politeness in her saleswoman's tone was gone. She knew.

  Evan wagged a finger at her, scowling.

  "S-sure. I-I'll be right out," she squeaked as she finished getting dressed and began to gather the several dressed she'd tried on into her arms.

  Evan could feel the heat rushing to his face at the thought of facing the middle-aged sales person as he and Alyssa took the walk of shame through the store. Looking down at Alyssa as she straightened and smoothed down her hair, he was slightly annoyed to see that she had already regained her composure and was beaming up at him. She was supposed to be the shy one dammit!

  "So we're taking the silver one?" she whispered stepping up to him quickly and kissing him.

  He growled low and nodded. "Let's get this over with." Placing a palm at the small of her back he gave her a slight push forward urging her to open the door.

  "Why do I have to go first?" she grumbled, unlocking the door slowly.

  "Ladies first," he retorted smirking and pushing the door open wide with his palm revealing the scowling saleswoman, and a couple of customers staring in their direction.

  "This is a bridal shop, not a brothel," the sales woman spat as she glared at Alyssa, up to him and back down to her.

  "It's not what you think," Alyssa looked up at him and Evan shrugged.

  "Please leave my store." She looked from one to the other once more. "Both of you, before I call the police."

  The police was the last thing Evan wanted. The crap he'd get from his captain if he got arrested wasn't something he was too eager to experience.

  Alyssa looked up at Evan once more then to her silver dress and then to the glowering saleslady. "We're really sorry," she caught her lower lip between her teeth looked up at Evan then back to the sales lady, giving her the most apologetic smile she could muster as she passed her the silver dress, "but could we buy the dress first?"

  ****

  Alyssa sighed and closed her eyes as she took a long, hard gulp from her chocolate milkshake as she looked across the cafe table at Evan. Why in the name of God did she convince Evan to fuck her in the dressing room? She could still feel the heat rising to her cheeks each time she thought of it and that had happened close to two hours ago.

  She normally wouldn't have been so brazen, but there was something about him. The spark had always been there, but after last night, it was a raging inferno within her that didn't seem to want to simmer. She could easily spend the next few days, hell week, doing nothing but fucking him.

  "I'm really sorry about the whole..." she groaned inwardly a she felt her cheeks grow warm - again.

  Evan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his thick chest amusement gleaming in his emerald green eyes. "Not to worry. Wasn't the first time I've been caught with my pants down," when her brow creased he gave her a cocky grin, "so to speak."

  Trying to keep her expression stern, Alyssa narrowed her eyes at him. "So when and with who?"

  He waved a dismissive hand at her. "Not important."

  "No, you just can't bring something like that up and drop it. Come on, spill it."

  Her rolled his eyes and huffed, as though he were being forced to give information he treasured. Somehow Alyssa doubted it. He was baiting her.

  "Well," she prompted, not being able to keep the curiosity and excitement from her eyes and tone of voice.

  "Alright fine. The first time was when I was sixteen. In the girls' locker room at my high school with Misty Ambers. Principal Peterson heard the commotion and she came storming in. I was suspended for two weeks."

  Alyssa's face broke out into a grin. "Couldn't you have waited until after school."

  "It's evident, my sweet Alyssa, that you haven't a grasp on the extent of the male hormones at age sixteen. I would have done it in the middle of the football field with the school cheering me on if I could have found a female willing."

  Alyssa snorted, rolled up a paper napkin and tossed it at him. Hitting him square in the chest, which sent him into a round of laughter. "That's just nasty Evan. Nasty." But she couldn't help up grin as she caught his eyes. With his looks, charm and charisma she imagined he would have had his choice of young women when he was younger.

  Evan spread his hands out, palms up. "I told you not to ask."

  "But you said the first time." She sat back in her hair and tapped her fingernail against her teeth. "Did your last girlfriend like to do it in public places?" As soon as the question came out of her mouth she wished she could retract it. His smile faded and a vein in the side of his neck flexed as his jaw clenched. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

  With a shake of his head he seemed to shake the dark cloud hovering over his mood and he smiled over at her although his eyes failed to meet hers. "It's not a huge deal. More of a hurt to the ego than anything. The past couple of girlfriends preferred sex with men other than me."

  Alyssa's mouth dropped open and then she snapped it back shut. "I'm sorry. I never..."

  Standing he gathered their shopping bags in one hand and extended his free hand to her. "Come on. Let's head home."

  Accepting his extended hand, Alyssa stood, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. She couldn't imagine ever wanting another man when someone like Evan was around. The idea seemed ludicrous to her. Granted she'd only known him for a month, but she felt that in that month she learned the most valuable of information. He was kind, funny, sexy as hell... As far as the sex was concerned... So far it was mind blowing - for her anyhow. She suspected the feeling was mutual.

  Assumingly seeing her perturbed expression Evan brought her hand to his lips, flipped it over and kissed the palm. "I admit that due to experiences with past relationships, trust is a very big issue with me, but that's my problem... Not yours." He gave her hand a little tug. "Now let's get home. There is some lingerie I am eager to see you model for me."

  Chapter 5

  Evan had become somewhat solemn while they drove home since their little discussion on past girlfriends and his problems with trust. The
tone in which he said trust was a big issue felt like it had been a warning, even though he covered it quickly by stating it was his problem not hers. Alyssa was desperate to figure a way to pull him out of his mood and the very thing she needed to do it was fast approaching.

  "Pull in here!" Alyssa wagged her finger at the parking lot on her side of the road that led to the kinky sex adult toy store. She wasn't one for toys, but she'd been in an adult store with boyfriends in the past and in her experience nothing lightened a mood like a trip to the adult store.

  "The sex shop?" Evan raised a questioning brow at her, shrugged, signalled and then turned in where instructed.

  "Thirty years old and you've never been in one before?" she met his questioning brow with one of her own.

  "Well, yeah, but..." he grinned as he slid the car into an empty spot in front of the building. "You just never stop surprising me."

  "Isn't that a good thing?" she teased her hand already on the door handle and opening it up eager to get inside to explore.

  Evan chuckled lightly as he caught her eye. "Yeah, I think it is," he decided as he followed her into the neon lit building.

  Being that it was midday the large novelty store had only a couple of shoppers, both of them women who were giggling and chattering in hushed voices in front of the vibrators. The sales clerk was an attractive female, light blonde hair with massive breasts who appeared to be roughly Alyssa's age.

  "A basket? Is that necessary? How many things are you planning on buying?" Evan teased as she grabbed a red plastic hand basket by the door.

  Looking over at him Alyssa didn't reply, but gave him a coy grin, took his hand and led him off to their first stop. The oils and lubes. Standing in front of the wall carrying that carried a massive variety of lubes with varied in function, colour, smell and taste, Alyssa assessed her choices.

  Alyssa jumped slightly when Evan stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her ass up tight against the hardening ridge of his cock. He nuzzled her neck for a moment, igniting her need for him. "You know, I'm not sure what we'd be needing lube for considering how wet you tend to get for me," his deep, sultry voice washed over her sending a tremor through her that ended with a pulsing between her legs.