Spreading My Legs Wide Open

17: Messy goodbye?

~ Evie ~

It's Friday, and s**t, this is the day. The big dinner with the Pooles, where Marcus's dad is supposed to make it all official or whatever. Like, are they just handing me over to him tonight? "Here, take, she's all yours now." I roll over in bed, staring at the ceiling. Jack's been a total mess lately - moody as hell. He thinks the rich assholes are stealing me away, but am I happy about maybe becoming Marcus's wife? Hell no.

I mean, he's hot in that polished, billionaire way - tall, dark, possessive vibes that could probably make a girl feel owned. But I'm still hooked on Jack's c**k like it's my damn drug. Thick, veiny. I squeeze my thighs together under the sheets, already getting wet thinking about it. No, Evie, focus. Today could change everything, and I'm lying here like a horny i***t.

I hear Dad and Claire downstairs, their voices muffled, then the front door opens and closes. They're heading out - probably to grab something for tonight's dinner or whatever. I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. The house goes quiet, and that's my cue. Jack's room is right across the hall, and I know he's in there, brooding. I slip out of bed, pad over and push his door open without knocking.

He's sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, wearing just boxers. He looks up, eyes dark and broken, like he hasn't slept. "Evie," he says, voice rough. "You shouldn't be in here."

I close the door behind me, lean against it. "Why not? They're gone. And I need you." It's blunt, but f**k it - my p***y's thrilling already, and today's got me all twisted up.

He stands up, and grabs me by the waist, slamming me back against the door. "You need me? Or you just want my c**k before you go play wife with that rich prick?" His hands are rough, yanking my top up over my t**s, exposing them. He pinches a n****e hard, and I gasp.

"Both," I admit, because why lie? "But mostly your c**k. Come on, Jack, f**k me like you hate me for this." It's dirty, but that's us - messy and raw. He growls low in his throat, spins me around so my cheek presses against the door, and shoves my shorts down to my ankles. I step out of them, spreading my legs wide without him asking. His fingers find my p***y first - I'm soaked, dripping already.

He pulls his fingers out, and I hear him shove his boxers down. Then he's there, his thick c**k pressing against me. He doesn't ease in - he slams forward, burying himself deep in one thrust. I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle it, even though no one's home. "f**k, yes," I whimper. "Just like that. Harder." He's pounding me, hips snapping against my ass, the door rattling a little with each thrust. His hands grip my hips so tight, but I love it.

"You're mine, Evie," he grunts, leaning over me, his chest against my back. "Not his. Say it." One hand slides up to my tit, squeezing rough while he rails me.

"Yours," I gasp. "Always yours. Even if I say yes tonight, this p***y's still addicted to your cock." It's filthy, and I mean it - lustful as hell, my inner voice screaming for more. He speeds up, like my words piss him off and turn him on at the same time. "You'd let him f**k you? After this?" He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck, and bites down - not hard enough to mark, but close.

I moan louder. "No - god, no. He'd probably be all gentle and boring. Not like you, turning me inside out." - me picturing Marcus fumbling like some virgin prince - but Jack's c**k swells inside me, and I come hard, shaking against the door, my juices running down my thighs. "f**k, Jack... yes!"

Then he pulls out suddenly, spins me around, and pushes me to my knees. I open my mouth, stick my tongue out like the slut I am for him. He strokes himself fast, and hot c*m shoots across my t**s, some hitting my chin. I rub it in, grinning up at him. "Messy goodbye?"

He hauls me up, kisses me deep. "Not goodbye. Say no tonight, Evie. I'll be here waiting. We can figure this out - tell them, run, whatever. Just don't go to him." His eyes are pleading now, all that anger gone, just raw hurt.

I nod, but my head's spinning. "I don't want to, but... Dad and Claire? The Pooles? It's all set up." He hugs me tight, and for a second, it's not about the s*x - just us, scared and real.

The afternoon drags like hell. I'm pacing my room, trying on outfits like it matters. Settle on a simple dress - nothing too slutty, but it hugs my curves. Jack's c*m is still sticky on my skin under it; I didn't shower on purpose, like a dirty secret keeping me grounded. Dad and Claire are downstairs prepping, all excited chatter. "This could be huge for Evie," Dad says. "Marcus is a good man - stable, rich." Claire agrees, and it stings. They think I'm better off with him than alone... or with Jack, if they knew.

Then I hear it - engines rumbling outside. I peek out the window, and my jaw drops. A whole convoy pulling up - six black SUVs, shiny as hell, tinted windows. What the f**k? It's not just a ride; it's like they're picking up a celebrity. Or a prisoner. Drivers in suits hop out, one opening the back door of the lead car for me like I'm royalty. Dad whistles from downstairs. "Look at that! Marcus sent the works. Classy guy."

I grab my purse, heart pounding. Jack appears at the top of the stairs, looking like he wants to punch something. "You going?" he whispers.

I nod. "Have to. But... wait for me?" He pulls me into a quick hug - risky, with parents downstairs - and whispers, "Always. Say no, Evie. Come back to me." His hand squeezes my ass one last time, and I feel that pull, that addiction.

Downstairs, Dad and Claire are waving me out. "Have fun! Tell us everything!" Claire calls. I slide into the SUV - leather seats, smells like money. The door shuts with a heavy thunk, and we're off, the convoy rolling like a parade. I lean back, staring out the window, my mind racing. What if I say yes? Stability, no more secrets. But Jack's c**k, his love - god, I need it... me, in this fancy ride, t**s still sticky from my stepbrother's c*m, heading to a proposal. If Marcus knew, he'd probably faint. But, what happens at dinner? Do I say no and blow it all up? Or yes, and lose Jack forever?

Fuck, I need to decide. Fast.