Evelyn 11 - Waking

Elijah stirred slowly, face nuzzled into a cool pillow that didn’t smell like him, twisting in sheets that felt too smooth. As he slowly came to consciousness, Elijah shifted onto his back, stretching one arm lazily as his eyes blinked open.

He smelled perfume. Faint. Floral. Expensive.

That's when he remembered where he was and who he was with.

Elijah's gaze shifted to his side and stopped on Evleyn.

Her back faced him, bare beneath a thin sheet that clung to her hip. The room was mostly quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional soft rush of wind against the towering glass windows. She breathed in slow, even intervals. As she shifted, her dark hair spilled across the pillow and down the sheet, exposing the nape of her neck.

She looked like a painting from a dream. Elijah's eyes followed the shape of her shoulder toward the slight inward curve of her waist.

It wasn't a dream. Elijah was really here.

It took a moment for the night to catch up with him. He remembered watching Ivan take Evelyn. Waiting in a cold hallway until exhaustion swept over him.

The warmth in Evelyn’s eyes when she woke him.

He remembered holding her, caressing her, comforting her.

His chest tightened at that memory. It had been beautiful. He only hoped he'd done enough for her in that moment.

Evelyn shifted slightly and, sensing his movement, turned to him. Still mostly beneath the sheet, her eyes opened slowly. Then her mouth pulled into a soft, sleepy smile.

“Morning, stranger,” she said.

Elijah smiled back. “Good morning.”

“You sleep okay?” She asked softly, scooting closer towards him.

He nodded. “Better than okay.”

She leaned forward and kissed him. There was passion behind the action, a sense of trust that had followed them from the night before. Her lips were soft and full. Elijah could taste the sweetness of her lip balm on them. It lasted a moment, then she pulled back.

“I’m gonna go shower,” she murmured, pushing the sheet away and sliding out from beneath it.

Without thinking, Elijah sat up, immediately regretting it.

The tent under the sheets was undeniable, his cock pulsing painfully against the fabric. He froze, heart hammering in his chest as he glanced in Evelyn's direction.

She stood halfway to the bathroom, completely bare. Her skin glowed in the natural light, hair cascading loosely down her back. She paused, staring at the outline of him beneath the covers.

Then, slowly, her eyes lifted to meet his.

“I blue-balled you, didn’t I?” she asked, her voice a mix of sultry amusement and guilt.

Elijah stared at his throbbing cock, then scrambled to maintain some form of composure. “Oh, it’s totally fine…”

Evelyn smirked as she walked back toward the bed, bare feet silent on the rug.

“I feel bad,” she said softly.

“Don’t,” Elijah said firmly. “The last thing I want is you feeling guilty about last night. You did nothing wrong.”

Evelyn stopped. Biting her lip as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other with an uncharacteristic flicker of nervousness.

Then, finally, she took a step closer.

“What if I want to take care of you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Elijah’s chest tightened. He swallowed hard.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to—”

“I know,” she cut in gently, sliding back onto the bed.

She crawled toward him, dragging the sheets down from his hips. The cool air kissed his thighs as his boxer-briefs strained, his cock already thick and pulsing. Evelyn lowered herself beside him, chest brushing his leg, her breath warming the base of his length.

“I want to,” she said, eyes locked on his.

Elijah nodded slowly as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

“All right. But if it’s too much, you can stop.”

She smiled gently. “I know."

Evelyn's fingers hooked in the waistband of his briefs and slid them down.

Elljah’s cock sprang free, hard and aching. Evelyn’s fingers slid up his chest, nails grazing his skin, and without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him in one smooth, wet motion.

Elijah let out a strangled gasp, head tipping back as his knuckles dug into the sheets.

Her mouth pulled around his cock, swallowing him in an ecstasy he didn't think was possible from a blowjob. She bobbed her head rhythmically, cheeks hollowing as her hand curled around his girth, tongue swirling along his shaft with expert control. She moaned softly against him, sending vibrations through every nerve.

Elijah clenched his jaw. Already pent up from the night before, it took everything he had not to explode in her mouth instantly.

And Evelyn wasn't making it easy for him.

She pulled back with a soft pop, blew him a kiss, then slid off the bed to her knees on the plush rug. Her hair fell wild around her shoulders, her body still completely bare, skin flushed with arousal. She looked up at him from below and patted the bedside.

“Sit at the edge," She said softly.

Elijah obeyed, dazed, his cock standing stiff in front of her face.

Evelyn leaned forward, pressing her breasts together, and trapped his wet cock between them. Then she began to move. Slowly at first, then she picked up her pace. The silky skin of her chest glided around him as he felt the pressure of her tits squeeze against his shaft. Evelyn lowered her head and teased the tip of his cock with her lips.

Then she sucked him again, titfucking and swallowing in unison, the entire lower half of Elijah's body lit with fire.

He groaned, planting one hand on the mattress to steady himself. His hips jerked forward involuntarily as his primal instincts overtook him.

Her eyes stayed locked on his, playful and intense. Her tongue flicked against his crown before she swallowed him again, deeper this time, throat stretching as he slid between her lips.

Their pace quickened, Elijah began thrusting upward in rhythm with Evelyn's motion. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth dripping as spit ran in glossy strings down her chin. Her hands slid up his thighs, digging into him just enough to keep Elijah grounded.

She popped off his cock and gasped theatrically, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“God, you have such a nice cock,” she breathed.

And Elijah knew she meant it. They stared at one another, each smiling brightly. Evelyn laughed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

Warmth swelled in his chest as Elijah brushed the hair from her eyes.

“You look beautiful," he said.

Evelyn blushed instantly.

“Don’t do that,” she said softly.

“Do what?” he asked, smiling.

“Make me feel that way…”

Elijah traced his fingers down her jaw and over her neck. Then leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were still wet with him. He didn’t care.

She pulled back and whispered, “Stand up.”

He did.

Evelyn spread her thighs and arched her back, a goddess on her knees, lit by morning light.

“I want you to face-fuck me.”

Elijah blinked as a surprised laugh escaped him. “What?”

Evelyn laughed with him as she gently rubbed his thigh. “Please. I think it’s hot… and…”

“And?”

Her expression shifted into something soft and uncertain.

“I want to experience what that’s like with you…”

Elijah smiled.

"Okay. Just tap me if it’s too much.”

She leaned forward and kissed the side of his cock.

“Don’t worry,” she murmured. “I will.”

He guided her by the back of her head and slid slowly inside her mouth again. She took him with a performative gag and soft moan. Her fingers gripped his thighs as he began to move.

Steady rhythm gave way to passion.

Her throat took him with practiced grace, her jaw flexing as he fucked her mouth in deep, heavy thrusts. Her spit coated him, dripping onto her perky breasts. She moaned loudly, her body pressed close as he lost himself.

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands, hips pumping faster.

Evelyn’s hands slid to his ass, pulling him deeper.

She was perfect, eager, and messy. Her throat squeezing him with every thrust. Her eyes stayed locked on his, unfaltering, drinking in his pleasure. She moaned louder. Sloppier. Her chin was soaked, her lips stretched, and still she sucked him like she needed it.

It was all Elijah could take.

“I’m gonna cum,” He choked out.

Evelyn answered by pulling him deeper, swallowing him as her lips sealed tight. He let out a broken groan as he jerked forward and pulled her head close. Shoving her face into his pelvis, cock buried in her throat as he exploded. His mind lifted to the heavens as he felt his hot cum flood her mouth.

He swore under his breath as she swallowed every drop of him.

She let out a moan of pleasure, still sucking, still holding him as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through his entire body.

Light-headed and weak-limbed, Elijah collapsed back onto the bed.

Evelyn followed, sliding next to him and kissing his thigh. Then she took him back in her mouth.

Soft, teasing, and playful.

Her tongue swirled gently around Elijah as he grew soft, her fingers cupping his balls, coaxing every last ounce of him into her mouth.

Once she had sucked him dry, Evelyn pulled off his cock while still sucking, her lips giving one last satisfying pop.

Then she kissed his pelvis, trailing slowly up to his chest, then his neck.

Then his lips.

Elijah wrapped his arms around her tightly.

They kissed for a long time, tangled and breathless.

They sank into each other. Embracing in restful silence. Feeling each other in a manner that could never be spoken or understood by those outside of it. A moment of existence that brought meaning to even the darkest of days.

And after a season in that safety, Evelyn gently patted Elijah's chest while kissing his cheek.

“Okay,” she said. “Time for me to shower for real.”

They both laughed. Elijah gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Y–yeah. For sure…” He said.

She hopped off the bed, hips swaying as she gave him a playful wave before vanishing into the bathroom.

The door shut softly behind her.

Elijah laid back, eyes wide, body humming.

He let out a long, relieved sigh.

Dropping back against the pillow, Elijah glanced at his jeans that were folded on a nearby chair. He reached for them, fishing out his phone with clumsy fingers. The screen lit up as he went to check the time.

2:14 PM.

Jesus.

He rubbed his eyes. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows now spilled amply across the floor. Elijah gazed through the split in the curtains, watching the ocean shimmer through the haze of the city skyline.

From this height, the city looked like a dreamscape.

And Elijah stared into that dream for a long time.

This wasn’t his life.

And yet, here he was.

Lying naked beneath thousand-thread count sheets in a hotel that would have taken months of saving for him to afford. A hotel so pristine didn’t even feel real.

It was real, wasn't it?

He glanced at the bedside table, spotting a charging cable coiled neatly beside a leather-bound guestbook. He grabbed it and plugged in his phone.

The sheets still smelled like Evelyn. Sweet and warm and faintly herbal.

The shower hissed faintly from the other room.

Elijah lay back and closed his eyes.

A wave of peace nearly lulling him back to sleep.

The bathroom door opened with a gentle click.

Elijah sat back up as Evelyn stepped out, her long dark hair wrapped in a towel, her face fresh and bare. She wore a soft, off-white robe knotted loosely at the waist. It hung open enough to reveal the center line of her chest, the gentle swell of her hip, the inner curve of her thigh. Sunlight caught in the edges of the silk as she moved gracefully across the room.

Gone was the illusion she put on every night. All that remained was Evelyn. The real Evelyn.

And that made her even more beautiful.

“Glad to see you didn’t fall back asleep,” she said, reaching up to slide in a silver hoop earring.

Elijah laughed. “I honestly thought I might. I’m not usually up that late.”

She smiled and walked over to him, pecking him softly on the lips.

“I promise that won’t be an everyday thing,” she said.

He watched her cross the room to the vanity near the window, her robe cinching as she sat.

“You snore, by the way,” she said casually, reaching for her other earring.

Elijah grinned. “I do not.”

“You absolutely do.” She tilted her head, examining her earlobe in the mirror. “Little baby snores.”

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m not,” she replied, her voice playful, her posture relaxed.

And somehow, without needing to say it, Elijah felt it.

She wasn’t performing.

Not like last night. Not like at their first dinner, or at Ivan's party. This version of her, resting in a robe with damp hair and no makeup, teasing him with a crooked smile, was Evelyn.

He lay back against the pillow again, staring at the ceiling with a dumb smile hanging on his lips.

“So do you," He countered playfully.

Evelyn’s eyes flicked up in the mirror.

She turned slightly, narrowing her gaze.

“I do not," She said with pointed protest.

Elijah shrugged where he lay, arms tucked behind his head. “Whatever you say.”

A smile tugged at her lips before she rolled her eyes and looked back at the mirror, shaking her head.

“Unbelievable.”

The sunlight continued to stretch across the floor, spilling onto the bed in a slow, warm crawl. Evelyn reached for a thin brush and swept it under her eye with precise, practiced strokes.

“But for real, did you sleep okay?” she asked, not looking back.

“I did, thanks.”

“Good. Do you mind if I play some music?”

“Not at all.”

She tapped a button on the edge of the vanity. Soft piano music began to play from hidden speakers. Delicate notes rolling gently across the suite. The kind of music that made time feel slower.

Elijah let his eyes fall shut as he took it all in. The warmth. Her presence. The quiet thrum of grand piano keys. He could hear the ocean beyond the glass. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, joined now by something floral from her lotion.

“This is really nice,” he murmured.

“I prefer luxury wherever I can get it.”

He cracked one eye open, watching the silk hem of her robe swish as she adjusted in her seat.

“Is this… where you live?”

“No. I have my own apartment farther north,” she replied, now leaning closer to the mirror to line her lips. “But honestly, it’s easier for work to stay in hotels. Plus, I don’t want clients knowing my location.”

“That makes sense.” He paused. “I guess… I had no idea you could afford something like this.”

Evelyn smirked, catching his reflection in the mirror.

“The power of sex,” she said, flat and playful.

He grinned. “The ultimate business model.”

Evelyn capped her lipstick and leaned back slightly. Her makeup today was lighter, less sculpted. Still gorgeous, but softer. She didn’t look like the sex celebrity who stole last night’s party. She looked… like Evelyn.

She stood and crossed to the bed, slipping into a pair of sweats and a white T-shirt before climbing beside him.

Evelyn reached for her phone and flopped onto her back close to Elijah's side.

“Need to play the Daily Crusader challenge,” she said.

Elijah laughed. “Oh yeah! I nearly forgot.”

They lay shoulder to shoulder, phones held above them. Soft laughter and light bickering filled the room as they tapped through level after level. Evelyn’s leg found his beneath the sheets. At one point, she poked him in the side when he missed a bonus chest. He retaliated by fake-complaining about the hotel’s Wi-Fi speed.

It felt easy.

It felt effortless.

Evelyn turned and bit her lip as she rested her head in the crook of her elbow, her fingers fiddling with the string in her sweats.

“So… can you hang out today?”

Her voice was casual. Almost. But there was an edge of nerves hiding beneath the question. That same quiet vulnerability from the night before.

Elijah checked his phone. A calendar notification blinked across the screen.

“Ah… I can’t,” he said, wincing slightly. “I’m actually meeting with some friends later this afternoon.”

Evelyn’s face fell only slightly before she nodded, forcing a smile.

“Totally, no worries.”

The words were clean. But her hand had stilled on her robe as her eyes dropped back to her phone.

Elijah watched her.

“Do you want to come?” He asked.

Evelyn smirked faintly, scrolling without looking at him.

“Do you want me to come?” she asked, her tone teasing but not unserious.

“I do," Elijah said gently.

She didn’t answer right away. Just stared at the screen a moment longer before her thumb went still.

Then she sighed a slow breath, and smiled.

Soft and sheepish.

“Well… okay,” she said. “But you might regret it.”

“Maybe,” Elijah said, rolling onto his side to face her. “But I’d regret not asking you more, I think.”

She turned her head to look at him and smiled.

The real one, the goofy one.

A smile that crinkled her nose and softened her whole body.

A smile that spread across her face like sun through clouds.

“Then I guess I’m going to meet your friends…” she said.

Elijah nodded, grinning. “I’m starving, though. Can we go get something to eat first?”

“I’ll have room service bring something up, babe,” Evelyn replied, already reaching for the bedside phone.

Her voice was smooth, but the warmth in it gave her away.

She was happy.

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