Tagging: Evelyn Brooks and John Bradford
Location:Â The Men's Department of Neiman Marcus, Beverly Hills
Besides men, if there was one other thing that Evelyn Brooks knew in this world it was fashion. Shopping was her forte. While most could write her off as some spoiled rich girl with nothing better to do with her time than spend money, Evelyn had an actual love and passion for fashion. She attended all the major fashion weeks, she was close to many big designers in the fashion industry, and had access to fashion showrooms that most stylists wished they could get to.Â
So yes, fashion was a big thing for Evelyn and when John threw out the idea of a shopping spree on his dime, there was no way she was going to turn this down.Â
Unfortunately, John probably had no idea what he was getting himself into when he put out the proposition and even agreed to come along. They had been at this for hours it seemed, Evelyn accumulating a significant amount of bags already as they hit up various shops and boutiques around Beverly Hills. Evelyn trying on every shoe, dress, and top that she could land her perfectly manicured fingers on. Despite John's overall disdain each time she dragged him into another store, Evelyn didn't think he minded it as much as he was acting like he didn't.Â
The John and Evelyn that could be seen along the streets of Beverly Hills, weren't the John and Evelyn most people probably were expecting to see. Holding hands, laughing, kissing, wrapped up in one another. From the way they were acting, one would think that they were actually an item. But that idea was quickly shot down every time someone made a comment mentioning the world "girlfriend" or "boyfriend", one of them quick to point out that they weren't dating or anything close to it. Of course their words said one thing but their actions said another.Â
But they were having a good time with one another, simple as that. Evelyn wasn't in any rush to try and define what was going on between them and put a meaning or label on it. She was content with things just...being. Because although right now she enjoyed being in the company of John Bradford, she knew that in a split second that could all change and she'd want nothing to do with him. Their dynamic was a confusing one to say the least, but it didn't seem that him or her were in any rush to try and make it any less confusing.
They were just enjoying one another and currently they were enjoying one another in the dressing room of Neiman Marcus' men's department....
It really, really wasn't supposed to end up like this. What started off as her actually trying to assess the clothes she had picked out for John and see which ones looked better or worse turned into this. And before she knew it, his lips--those delectable, soft lips--were on hers, she was up against the wall of the dressing room, buttons to an almost three hundred dollar Armani shirt were flying off in all directions as Evelyn hastily ripped open the shirt, and her panties were hanging carelessly from her Jeffrey Campbell clad foot as John tugged them down effortlessly before hoisting her up off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist while pushed up the leather skirt that she had on to expose herself to him.
His lips ripped away from hers causing Evelyn to let out a loud pant as John quickly rid of the bustier top that she on and his lips moved down across her jawline and down her neck; kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin that his lips came in contact with. Evelyn gripped onto John's broad shoulders, chest arching against the large, rough hands that caressed and cupped her breast through the the lace bra that she had on. "John.." Evelyn rasped out, her thighs clenching around him as she felt a pool of heat rush to her core as John pressed his hips against her bare center--in that moment she realized that John had somehow and someway rid of his pants and briefs, releasing himself. "Shhh...." John whispered against her neck, the feeling of his warm breath sending chills down her spine and goosebumps to form along her caramel colored skin. "As much as I love to hear you moaning my name at the top of your lungs and screaming to the God's, I'm going to need you to be quiet for me right now. Think you can do that, Evie?" John continued, his voice deep and husky as he uttered those words. Dear God this man was sex personified, not even just his actions but his words and his voice as well could drive her completely up the wall before unraveling her entirely.
Evelyn didn't respond verbally, then against it was hard to seeing as John began to in that exact moment tease her sleek entrance with the tip of his cock. Simply nodding her head as she found herself falling into the trance she often fell into when she was with John. Sex was usually were she prevailed, where she held the most power, but only John could dethrone her and make her putty in his hands. Her silent submission wasn't enough and John shallowly entered her, causing Evelyn to suck in her breath. "What was that Evelyn? I couldn't quite hear you." John asked once again, pulling out before repeating his motion once again, this time entering her a little more deeply this time. "Y-y-yes...yes..." She stammered out. At this point, John could've asked her to do or say anything and she would've done it based solely off the carnal desire that she had for him.Â
"Good girl." Satisfied with her answer, John wasted no more time with teasing or foreplay as he entered her completely with one swift movement of his hips. Evelyn stifled a cry of relief that was bound to come out from the complete feeling she tended to get when he was fully immersed inside of her. Not even needing anytime to allow Evelyn to adjust or ease into it after the fuck fest they had not even twenty four hours ago, John wasted not time, pushing into her hard and fast. Shifting his position only a little as he used his body to hold Evelyn up, John's hands moved to her bare ass, grabbing a firm hold of them in order to pull her hips against his against his to match his pace. Â If John wanted them to go unheard and undetected this wasn't the way to do it, not the with his hips forcefully clashed against hers each time they met paired with the suppressed groans and gasps for air that was sounding from the both of them.
Evelyn was almost positive that John would have more than a few marks on his back and shoulders from the way Evelyn was gripping, scratching, and digging her nails into the flesh. Cursing beneath her breath, Evelyn buried her head into the crook of John's neck to muffle the loud moan that she could no longer contain just as John had tilted her hips a little and began to push into her at a new angle, causing a new sensation to come over her.
What she was feeling was indescribable, it was overwhelming, and it was all consuming. And the view from the mirror was heavenly and was only help playing into the pleasure she was currently feeling and experience. The clench of his ass and the way his thighs rippled each time he pushed his way inside of her, the flex of his back as her nailed ran over the muscle. The random mass and muscle he had randomly and recently accumulated was paying off in the right way in this moment the view of him fucking her was getting her off even more.
With the way he was going, there was no way that she'd be able to last much longer and John made sure of that as one hand drifted from her ass to between her legs. When his finger brushed against her sensitive clit, Evelyn's hips jerked forward and she bit down on his shoulder in response. Suppressing a groan of his own from the action, John's movements became more erratic and forceful, as his fingers continued to manipulate her clit to his advantage; driving her closer and closer to her inevitable end.Â
Nails running down the length of his back, her walls tightening around his cock that continued to push its way into her, and her head buried into the crook of his neck as a muffled scream of his name was uttered into it, Evelyn came undone completely. Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her entire body to spasm and write against him, as John held onto her tighter as he reached his end soon after. Continuing to move inside of her, coaxing both of them down from their intense releases, Evelyn felt herself go limp as if she were a limp noodle. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of its chest from how rapidly and intensely it was going after a moment.Â
After a few long passing moments, John set Evelyn down on her feet and he couldn't hold back a laugh as Evelyn stumbled a little, legs still a little week. "Don't laugh at me, this is your fault." She admonished, leaning against the wall as she tried to get her self together once again and out of the sex filled haze it was currently in. "You weren't complaining a few moments in fact you were doing the exact opposite." John smugly retorted as he pulled up his pants, causing Evelyn to roll her eyes.
Ready to whip out some witty retort, the voice of one of the sales associates came from the other side of the dressing room interrupted the banter that was ensuing, causing Evelyn to frantically pull her clothes back and put herself together. "Mr. Bradford? Are you in there? Is everything okay?" Not that Evelyn really cared about being scandalous and it's not like she hasn't been caught in riskier situations than this, something about being in this situation with John had her flushing and hoping to God they don't get caught. But in typical John Bradford fashion, he gave no fucks, and instead of shouting out a response like a normal person would in this situation, he decided to answer it face to face.
Despite being completely shirtless and coming off of an orgasm not even five minutes ago, John leaned against the doorway to the dressing room reeking of sex, looking just as calm, and just as charming as ever.
That bastard.
The woman on the other side peered over John's shoulder to see Evelyn who thankfully had pulled her shirt on in just in time for John to open the door and she did her best too look as innocent as possible, despite the fact that it was completely obvious what had just went down."Oh, I didn't know you had someone in there with you." She commented.Â
"Yes, sorry about that. She's my..." John paused for a brief moment before continuing. "She's my stylist. I apologize, I know it's not necessarily appropriate but I was in need of her..services and just had to have her in here." Both Evelyn and the sale associate flushed, knowing damn well the double meaning of the words that just came out of John's mouth. "Oh n-n-no, it's fine. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright, we hadn't heard anything from you in awhile." The woman replied, obviously flustered. "We were trying to be quiet." John stated and Evelyn wanted to punch John in the face in that exact moment. The sales associate was beet red at this point and was ready to make a quick exit, luckily John was done reveling in this moment and let the woman scurry away.Â
"You're terrible." Evelyn unconvincingly scolded, pushing past John with an arm full of clothes as she exited the dressing room to make her way to the cash register so that they (and by they, she means he) could pay.Â
As she approached the cash register, she was met with the same woman whose color had diminished to a dull pink now and she couldn't look the pair in the eyes as she began to ring up the clothes--it didn't help that John stood right behind Evelyn with his hands wrapped around her waist and his head comfortably nestled between her neck and shoulder. As the woman was ringing up the clothes, she stopped when she came upon the blue buttoned down, well now buttonless shirt, that had been ruined in John and Evelyn's frantic tryst. The woman's eyes widened and she looked up at the duo and then the shirt as the reasons to why the shirt was in such a state was completely obvious by now.
"Sorry about that too, he's just gotten so massive since the last time that I saw him that I don't even know what size he is anymore. He just busts out of his shirts now like the Hulk." Evelyn shrugged her shoulders and John stifled his laughter by burying his face in her neck for just a moment before handing over his black card without a single word.Â
Another couple grand spent and more bags to add to the growing collection that was awaiting in the car, the woman looked relived with the two left the store.Â
