Chapter 483: Chapter 483

Nala nudged my shoulder and gave me a quick wink as I passed. Minne gave me a small, shy nod and followed the others. Jasmine and Kim each gave me a lingering kiss on the lips before heading off to prepare, and Tessa just stuck her tongue out at me, Mik back in her arms. Kayla brushed past me last, her ass rubbing against my back with clear intent. She stopped just ahead, slapped her own cheek gently to make it jiggle, and looked back to make sure I was watching.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I headed straight for the master bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. I shed my shirt and unbuckled my pants, my heart thudding against my ribs in anticipation.

Ten or so seconds later, my phone buzzed. It was the hotel receptionist.

"Hello?"

"Sorry to bother you, sir," a woman said. "But I have someone here who says she wants to meet with you. She said her name is Mendy."

"Mendy?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up. "Oh, yeah. Send her up immediately."

"Of course, sir. Have a good evening."

Wait, Mendy was actually here? She’d changed her mind. I was rock solid within seconds, no extra stimulation required. Just the thought of her joining this madhouse was enough. I buckled my pants back up and headed for the front door.

A moment later, the elevator chimed. I peeked through the peephole and saw Mendy stepping out. She looked nervous, pausing to fix her hair and taking a deep breath before she knocked.

I swung the door open. "Hey, Mendy."

She looked at me—no shirt, abs on display, and clearly happy to see her. My Charm was definitely doing the heavy lifting because her eyes immediately dropped to my chest before she managed to find my gaze. She cleared her throat, looking a little flustered.

"Hey," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "Kayla told me you might... well, you know."

"I... um," she started, stepping into the warm air of the penthouse. "I wasn’t going to come, but... I don’t know. I couldn’t stop thinking about it."

I reached out and pulled Mendy into the warmth of the penthouse, the door clicking shut behind her. "Well, thank you for coming," I said, my voice dropping to a low, appreciative rumble. "You really made my night, Mendy."

She gave me a shy, flickering smile, her eyes darting toward my bare chest before she looked away. "I... I just couldn’t stay away."

I led her toward the master bedroom. The hallway was quiet, the other girls still busy with their "surprise" in the other rooms. When we stepped inside the bedroom, I shut the door, sealing us in the dim, scented air of the suite.

Mendy looked around, her hands twisting together. "Where... where is everyone else?"

"They’re preparing a surprise for me, apparently," I said, stepping into her space until she was forced to look up at me. I reached out, my hands settling firmly on her waist. "But I think I have my own surprise right here."

"Oh..." she breathed, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

I pulled her flush against me. As our bodies collided, she felt the unmistakable, rigid weight of my cock pressing hard against her stomach through my pants. The friction of the tight denim was starting to actually ache, a sharp, demanding throb that I couldn’t ignore anymore. I reached down and unbuckled my belt, shucking my pants and boxers in one fluid motion.

The tip of my shaft brushed against the hem of her t-shirt, leaving a faint, dark smudge of precum on the fabric. Mendy’s eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat as she looked down at me.

"N-no... Evan," she stammered, though she didn’t pull away. "I’m just here to... um... to watch. Really."

I didn’t argue. I simply reached up, my thumb and forefinger catching her chin and tilting her face up to mine. I leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. For a second, she stayed frozen, but then I felt her resolve shatter. She melted into me, her arms winding around my neck as she kissed me back with a sudden, desperate intensity.

We fumbled with each other’s clothes in a blur of motion. I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, while she helped me kick my clothes away until I was completely bare. I reached for the clasp of her bra, but she beat me to it, letting it fall to the floor. Soon, she was standing there in nothing but a pair of lace panties, her skin glowing in the soft light.

I didn’t give her time to think. I guided her back toward the large window overlooking the snowy city. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding up the back of her thighs.

"Evan... wait..." she whispered, but her hands were already buried in my hair.

I hooked her right leg over my shoulder, hoisting it up so she was forced to lean back against the glass for balance. I reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down, tossing them somewhere behind me.

Her pussy was already glistening, a tiny pearl of nectar hanging from her hood. She was soaking wet, the scent of her arousal filling my senses.

"Thought you were just here to watch, Mendy?" I teased, my voice muffled by the heat of her inner thighs. "You’re dripping for me."

"Shut up," she hissed, her head snapping back against the window as I leaned in.

I began with a long, slow lap of my tongue, starting from the very bottom and dragging it all the way up over her clit. Mendy let out a sharp, jagged scream that fogged the glass behind her head. I didn’t stop. I buried my face in her, my tongue working in deep, frantic circles.

The position was perfect; her leg over my shoulder gave me total access, and I used it to its full advantage. I used my fingers to spread her wide, my thumbs kneading the sensitive skin of her entrance while my tongue flicked relentlessly against her nub.

"God, you taste so good," I muttered, my voice vibrating against her wet folds. "So sweet. I could stay here all night."

"Please... Evan... right there!" she sobbed, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails drawing thin red lines on my skin.