Still, I find myself saying the words, “You can’t kill him,” against Cedric’s lips. Not because I would mourn Lowell’s death, but because I don’t want Cedric to take on something so awful for me. Getting caught up in a murder charge would ruin his life. “Promise me.”
“Fine. I won’t kill him,” Cedric tells me while grinding his hard cock against my stomach and staring down at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I’d rather make him suffer anyway.”
Chapter Nine
Cedric
I shouldn’t have kissed Evelyn, but I just couldn’t let her leave before I tasted her lips. I’ve waited too fucking long, and now trying to stop kissing her feels like a completely foreign concept.
From the way she’s moaning with every touch of my tongue to hers and whenever I press my hard bulge against her stomach, I know she would let me fuck her right here against this wall if I wanted to. And I want to, goddamn I do.
But I won’t.
The next time I’m inside her, it will be for good. She won’t leave me to run back to the son of a bitch who conned her into marrying him. She’ll be mine and only mine.
She made me promise not to kill him, which might be a problem. That’s the only way to make sure he’s out of her life for good. But that’s fine. I don’t have to kill him to make him suffer. First, I want him to feel the same ache I did having to see her with another man. Then? Well, then I’ll just have to find another way to bring him down. It’s not like he’s a squeaky-clean boy scout. I’m sure there are a number of things he does on a daily basis that could land him a long prison sentence.
When Evelyn’s delicate palms slip under my shirt and her fingernails slide down my pecs and lower, unzipping my jeans, I almost change my mind about not fucking her.
“Not yet,” I tell her when I grab her hand to stop her. “You’re right. You need to go.”
“But I’m hurting. And so are you,” she says, giving my shaft a rough squeeze through the denim.
“My cock has been aching for you for years,” I tell her. “A few more months is nothing.”
“Months?” Evelyn exclaims, and I love and hate that she sounds disappointed. Fuck, if I could be with her right now, I would; but I have to stick to the plan. One that takes time so that I can do this right.
I lower my hand between her legs and cup her pussy through her jeans, making her cry out and her eyelids grow heavy. “Only a few more months. That’s it,” I promise her while I press my fingers up into her. Evelyn takes her hand off my cock to cover mine that’s massaging her. “Whenever he touches you, pretend it’s me,” I say just as there’s a knock on the door. “Just a second!” I yell to the nurse that’s standing watch. Since we need to hurry this along and I don’t intend to let Evelyn walk out of here hot and horny to go home to that asshole, and also because I’m a greedy bastard who needs to taste her pussy, I hastily undo the front of her jeans and jerk them down her thighs while dropping to my knees. My tongue swipes over the crotch of her black cotton panties while inhaling her sweet scent before hooking a finger in the fabric to tug it to the side. I don’t tease her. The tip of my tongue goes right to work, frantically flicking against her clit.
“Oh…oh shit!” Evelyn screams when I thrust my tongue deep inside of her cunt without warning. When I remove it to get back to torturing her clit, I replace it with one of my fingers, sinking it in slowly before pumping it in and out. She’s soaking wet, her juices running down her thighs that I plan to lap up just as soon as she comes for me.
“Cedric!” Evelyn cries out as she starts moaning deep in the back of her throat. She pulls my head roughly toward her body when her walls clench around my finger. Knowing she’s close, I attack her clit until her moans abruptly cut off. There’s a five second pause followed by a loud gasp when shudders ripple through her body in waves, starting at her bucking hips and moving up to her arched back. “Yes! Oh god, yes!”
The nurse may have some explaining to do about the noises Evelyn’s making since I doubt any of their patients ever get so loud with affirmations when seeing the nephrologist. Although, some men may scream something similar when the nephrologist checks their prostate…
As soon as Evelyn’s body stills, I pull my finger free and then swipe my tongue over her pussy lips and over each side of her thighs, licking up every drop of her arousal and savoring it.
“Cedric…oh my god, Cedric,” Evelyn whispers as her fingers comb soothingly through my hair.
“Now you can leave,” I look up at her face to tell her.
“Okay,” she agrees with a nod as her head lolls against the door. Since she doesn’t make any move to walk out, I stand up and then pull up her panties and pants, zipping and buttoning them for her.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to find Rita and get out of the parking lot before I leave,” I promise her.
“Okay.”
I’m starting to think that okay is all she’s capable of saying.
“You all right, Ev?” I ask.
“Uh-huh. I just need a second…”
She runs her fingers through the front of her black hair and then tucks each side behind her ear. The rosy flush on her cheeks makes her look a little bit healthier, although I’m worried about the dark circles underneath her eyes. They look like more than a few restless nights’ sleep worrying about her mother.
Another knock sounds on the door, which seems to startle Ev into motion.
“So, um, I’ll see you soon?” she asks.
“Yes, soon,” I promise her. Pressing my lips to her temple, I rest my hand on her lower back and urge her out the door even though I wish she could stay with me.
“Bye, Cedric,” she says over her shoulder when she steps into the hallway.
“Bye, Ev,” I reply, telling myself that this last bit of waiting will be easy and nothing compared to the years that have already passed.
Chapter Ten
Evelyn
“So, Mom, is there something you’ve been keeping from me? Maybe someone who has been visiting you on the sly?” I ask once we leave the doctor’s office and climb into my car. My hands are still shaking when I grip the steering wheel, my heart galloping like it may burst out of my chest. And my panties? Well, they’re so wet they’ve probably soaked through my jeans.
Hopefully I’ll have time to change them when I get home, before Lowell notices.
“I’m not sure who you’re referring to,” she replies, still dodging the question.
“I just saw Cedric,” I tell her. “He was here, at the doctor’s office.”
“Really? Huh, I wonder why he would come here of all places?” she questions aloud, even though I already know the answer. It’s the one place that Lowell doesn’t follow me. “Well, anyway, he asked me not to tell you,” she says. “And I try to keep my promises.”
“How long?” I ask when I leave the parking lot, driving slowly to get answers. “How long has he been coming by?”