8
Lark
T he pulsating rhythm of the music immediately envelops me, reverberating through the dimly lit space. The air is thick with anticipation and excitement, a heady blend of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses filling the room.
Glancing around, I take in the sophisticated dcor; plush velvet couches in rich hues, elegant marble bars adorned with gleaming glassware, and intricate lighting fixtures casting a warm, amber glow over the crowd. The walls are adorned with abstract artwork, adding a touch of modern flair to the opulent surroundings.
Wow, I mumble as we weave our way through the throng of people. This place is clearly way out of my price range. I bet a glass of water here cost the same as my rent.
You like it? Ethan asks, and I nod eagerly.
Its beautiful.
We pass the dance floor, which is a whirlwind of movement, bodies swaying and gyrating to the infectious beat, bathed in the colorful glow of neon lights. At the back, bartenders expertly mix elaborate cocktails, their hands a blur as they pour and shake with practiced precision.
The clientele exude an air of confidence and sophistication, dressed to the nines in designer threads and statement accessories.
Once we reach the bar, Ethan greets the bartender. Hi Billy, he smiles.
Ethan, the guy, Billy, shouts. Its been too long. How are you doing?
Huh, so Ethan must come here a lot. I dont know why that surprises me. Despite the vibrant energy of the club, theres an undeniable sense of exclusivity, an unspoken understanding that this is a place for the citys elite to see and be seen. Which means its exactly the right place for someone like Ethan.
While the guys talk, I turn around so I can get a closer look at the club, and I cant tear my gaze from the people dancing. At first glance, it looks innocent, but the longer I look, I realize its anything but.
One couple is practically dry humping, and in the corner, one man has his hands up his dates skirt. I tell myself to look anywhere else, but my eyes dont obey the half-assed command from my brain. I press my legs together as arousal spreads through me. Those people are putting on quite the show.
Enjoying yourself? Ethan asks.
I blush, feeling like Ive been caught doing something I shouldnt. Maybe, I admit. Its an interesting place. I really like the design, and Thankfully, Ethan interrupts me before I can continue prattling on.
When I bought this place a few years ago, I wasnt too sure, but it turned out to be a sound investment. Im glad you like it.
Really? Why? I ask, focusing on the last part of what he just said.
Instead of answering me, he winks and hands me a martini, complete with an olive in the glass. If only he knew what the olive means to me. Cheers, he rasps.
I take a small sip at first, but quickly follow up with a larger one. Though Im not normally a gin girl, this is so smooth I empty the glass quicker than I should. Ethan notices and immediately orders me another round for both of us. Once we hold the new drinks, he leads me over to a dimly lit corner where the music is at a decibel that makes it possible for us to talk.
Do you want to talk about it? Ethan asks as he slides in next to me. He immediately throws his arm around my shoulders and his hand squeezes my knee gently.
I look down at his hand, unable to stop myself from wondering if hes going to keep it there, or move it further up my leg and wait, he asked me a question, didnt he? What did you say? I ask, shaking my head to clear it.
He moves his mouth closer to my ear. I asked if you want to talk about your dad, he chuckles.
Not really, I mutter. I dont want to talk about anything that depressing when Im feeling so good.
Taking another sip of my drink, I ponder if I should outright ask him about the connection between Infinity Solutions and Infinity Properties. It seems like a foolish thing to ask about when their names are a clear indicator the companies are connected. But I want to hear it from Ethan.
I open my mouth, about to ask, but then I close it again. Its not the right question, and if I dont ask the correct one, Ill never get the answer I seek. That has to be what he meant when he sent me the message saying, Maybe youre not asking the right questions.
So, I begin, worrying my bottom lip as I look up at Ethan through my lashes. You own a lot of things.
Even though its not a question, he answers. I do.
Do you own more companies than Infinity Solutions? I ask.
He chuckles and leans so close I can feel his breath on my skin. Who says I own Infinity Solutions?
Well, hes got me there, and through my business studies, I know its a stupid assumption to make. The Chief executive officer, or CEO, doesnt have to be the owner. Sure, it happens often, but its not always the case. The owner can be the puppet master, choosing to hide behind the scene.
Are you the owner? I ask, feeling like I need to ask direct questions to get direct answers.
No, Ethan replies. His lips caress my earlobe, making goosebumps erupt across my skin and I shiver in his hold.
Do you own Infinity Properties? My voice wavers, and I swallow harshly. Ethan slowly moves his hand up my leg, making my breath hitch as he toys with the hem of my dress. Ethan, I whisper.
Yes? I dont know if hes answering my question or acknowledging that I said his name. Do you want me to stop, Little Bird?
I pick up my drink and empty it, even going as far as drinking Ethans, that he barely touched. No, I say, emboldened by the alcohol. Please dont.
We move at the same time, both of us seeking the others lips, and when they meet is pure perfection. Ethans lips are soft, warm, and probing. I mold mine to his, granting him access to his mouth when he slides his tongue across the seam of my lips.
His tongue delves into my mouth, stroking mine into submission. Ethan, I whimper his name into his mouth and move my leg across his so Im half straddling him. My pussy clenches, and Im so wet I can barely stand it.
What do you want, Little Bird? he rasps while kissing his way down my neck. I feel his teeth when he reaches my shoulder. Tell me and Ill give it to you.
I look into his gray eyes. Theyre so intense its hard to think when his attention is on me. I want to dance, I say, surprising us both.
Ethan throws his head back and laughs. Well, cant say I was expecting that. Before I can take the words back, he gets out of the booth, and I scramble after him.
As we move on the dance floor, the music pulsates around us, driving our bodies into a heated rhythm. Ethan grips my hips and pulls me closer so his hard-on digs into my stomach. His hands roam over my ass, igniting a fire that courses through my veins with each electrifying touch. I press my body against his, feeling the heat radiating between us as we grind together in a passionate frenzy.
His breath is hot against my skin as he latches onto the soft skin on my neck, licking, kissing, and nipping at it. Fuck, he groans. The strain in his voice sends shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I wind my fingers into his dark hair and pull at it until he releases my neck. Kiss me, I demand.
The words are barely out of my mouth before he fuses his lips to mine. Ethan kisses me like he wants to devour me, and I kiss him back with the same fervor as a fire starts inside me. A fire that starts in my lower belly. A fire that with each swipe of his tongue spreads further through my entire body. My fingertips tingle and my toes curl as I surrender completely to the kiss.
He grinds his cock against me, and I moan. Ethan I I
Im desperately clutching the material of this shirt between my fingers, not willing to let go in case he tries to move away from me. He doesnt. Instead, he backs us up and when my back hits the wall, he tangles his fingers in my hair. Gently pulling at the strands until I tip my head up and he deepens the kiss.
My Little Bird, his voice is husky with need, making me even more keen to take this further.
Touch me. I let my hand travel beneath his t-shirt and I touch his soft skin. As I let my hand travel up his torso, I can feel every ridge and groove on him, as his breath comes out in puffs. Each tell from his body about just how affected he is, strokes the inferno inside me. From his erection digging into my stomach to his uncontrolled pants.
Ethan hesitantly places one hand on my ass and squeezes while he wraps the other around my neck, locking me against him. I sigh in pleasure and lift one leg, wrapping it around his hips and using my foot to push him closer. When he doesnt do anything else, I take his hand from my ass and place it on my tit. Thats all the encouragement he needs before he starts kneading the soft globe, making my nipples almost painfully hard.
Yes! I gasp into his mouth, as he finds my nipple through my clothes and pinches and rolls it between two fingers. More.
Ethan groans. Youre killing me, Lark.
What? Why? I ask, not understanding why hes so hesitant.
Not here, he clarifies. He squeezes my ass one more time before putting some distance between our bodies.
I pout, but when a stranger bumps into me, I flush. Shit, Id completely forgotten were in public. Its one thing to do some light grinding or get fingered in a dark corner. I was ready to yeah no. No. I shake my head, trying to tell my body we cant do that here, but my body doesnt care. Its worked up and wants a release.
Come on, Ethan rasps, taking my hand. Before where were going, he pulls me through some darkened corridors and into an empty room. This will do. He locks the door and switches the light on.
Now that were not caught up in the frenzied music and couples making out around us, Im feeling shy. I still want ithim, Im just not sure what to do. Should I just jump him? Or would he prefer it if I let him come to me?
Relax, Ethan says, running his thumb across my lips. We wont do anything you dont want to do. The darkness flickering in his gray eyes doesnt support his words. He very much looks like he wants to rip my clothes off me and continue what we started.
My hand trembles as I move it to his cock and cups it. I-I want this, I say, my voice shaking harder than my hand. I inwardly curse at myself because this is so not sexy.
Ethan tilts his head to the side. Why so nervous, Little Bird?
Why does he keep calling me that? I understand the joke of my name also being a bird species. Im just not sure thats the only reason. Theres something in the way he looks at me that makes it seem like theres more to it.
Umm I hesitate, unsure of how to tell him Ive only had sex very few times, and I know Im not good at it. Its just that I dont have a lot of experience, which I know is annoying for the guy you.
Ethans eyes widen like saucers. What?
Ive been told Im bad at sex, and I really dont want to make you regret doing this with me. So if you could just be patient and tell me what you want maybe that would help?
He cups my face gently, a stark contrast to his harsh words. Whoever told you that is a fucking jerk. Theres no such thing as being bad at sex. If the guy isnt man enough to bring his womans inner slut out, thats on him.
I gape. Inner slut?
Ethan smirks. Never heard the expression lady on the streets, freak in the sheets? I nod slowly. Sometimes said lady needs a little help to connect with her inner freak, he rasps, looking like he likes the idea of coaching that part out of me.
I dont know what to think about it, only that Im game. Ive never had anyone take control of me in a way that made me feel safe, wanted, or even sexy. The few sexual encounters Ive had were always lights out under the covers. One guy didnt even want me to touch myself, telling me it was off putting.
Will you help me? I beg. I dont know if I have an inner freak or slut. But I want to find out.
You have no idea how much I want that, Little Bird, Ethan rasps. You can start by touching my cock like you mean it. Its not until he says it that I realize my hand is still awkwardly resting on the bulge in his pants.
Sorry, I mumble, letting my hand fall away and rest at my side.
Then I think better of it, and reach for the button and zipper on his pants, determined to make this better and not act like an awkward virgin. My hands tremble so badly I cant get the damn button through the small hole, and much to my mortification, Ethan chuckles.
Let me help you, he rasps. His eyes never leave mine, and I shudder from the sheet intensity as he opens his pants with deft, sure fingers. There you go.
I push his pants and boxers down. Unable to help myself, I look down and instinctively lick my lips at the sight. Ethans hard cock is a thing of beauty, and its making me wetter. I wrap my hand around his impressive length, experimentally moving my hand up and down.
Thats it, Little Bird, he praises while shooting me a smoldering look that threatens to set my panties on fire. Squeeze me tighter I do as he says. Yes, just like that. Spread my precum down the shaft. Thats a good girl.
I continue to move my hand, letting his groans and pants stir me in the right direction. It doesnt take long until my hand is sticky with his precum and he groans while moving his hips so hes fucking my hand.
When I move faster, he stops me. Not like this. Ethans words are like cold water on my system. I immediately let go of him, unsure of what to do with myself.
He claims my mouth in a searing kiss while lowering us both to the floor. Sit up, he commands. Then he unzips my dress and pulls it over my head. Next, he unclasps my bra. Your tits are even more beautiful than I remembered.
I frown in confusion at his choice of words. What does he mean by that? Hes never seen them before, so surely he meant to say they look better than he thought they would, right?
Once Im completely naked, Ethan runs his hands across every inch of my body. He palms my tits, tweaks my nipples, and even runs a finger between my soaked folds. Mhmm, youre so fucking wet for me, Little Bird.
I moan and spread my legs wider, eager for his touch. Dont stop, I beg when he stands. I want to protest more, but the words die in my throat as he undresses in front of me. His erection is jutting out from his body, and watches with rapid attention as he strokes himself.
Thats so hot, I moan when he cups his balls and licks his lips.
You like watching me, Little Bird?
Yes, I whimper. With slow movements, I move my hand down my body until its resting on my mound. I-is it okay if I touch myself?
Ethan lets out a deep groan. Fuck yes it is.
The heat in his eyes makes me feel bolder, so I cling to that feeling and spread my legs wider. Then I spread my pussy lips. His breath hitches. I wish you were touching me like this, I moan, my eyes fluttering close.
Look at me, he orders.
My eyes fly open and I look into his eyes, his gray pupils are almost drowned out by the blackness in his orbs. Youre so fucking sexy, Little Bird. He lets go of his cock and gets down on the floor, crawling over to me. I need to touch you.
Please, I breathe, looking at him through hazy eyes.
Ethan leans down and captures my lips with his, our tongues dancing around each other. Without breaking the kiss, he moves so hes hovering above me, resting between my spread legs.
Breaking our kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. Are you ready to scream my name?
Yes
Ethans lips are back on mine before stopping me from saying anything else. The hand he isnt using to keep himself up trails down my body. This time he doesnt get distracted by my tits, and instead heads straight for my core.
He parts my folds and lets out a groan. Little Bird, youre so fucking wet. Is that all for me?
Ethan, I moan when he spreads some of my wetness to my clit, slowly circling my needy nub. it doesnt take long before my body is shaking, and Im panting hard. Please I need to dont stop Ethan inserts two fingers into my dripping heat, keeping the palm of his hand on my clit as he pumps his long fingers.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his hardness the best I can, wanting him to feel as good as hes making me feel.
Give it to me. His husky demand makes me tumble over the edge.
Ethan His name turns into incoherent words and sounds as my orgasm tears through me.
If you dont let go of my cock Im going to make a fool of myself, Ethan groans as I come down from my high. I hadnt even noticed I was stroking him throughout.
Ethan slowly kisses his way down my body, sucking and nipping at each nipple on his way south. As he reaches my pussy, he licks the length before he pulls away. Couldnt resist getting a taste.
An embarrassing half laugh, half moan-like sound bursts from my mouth. Before I can overthink it, he pulls my legs over his shoulders and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.
Are you ready to take all of me, Little Bird? He asks in a gravelly voice.
Rolling my hips, I try to get him inside me. When he still doesnt move I know he wants to hear me actually say it. I want to feel you deep inside me. Please fuck me, Ethan. I barely get to finish the sentence before he slams into me.
Fuck, youre so tight. Ethan groans as he thrusts into me like hes starved.
He fucks me with hard and fast strokes of his cock, leaving me no time to get used to his size. Its hot as fuck and Im loving the sting as my pussy stretch to accommodate him. My pleasure intensifies when he moves his hands from my hips, moving them up and cups my breasts in his big hands.
Im not going to last long if you keep squeezing me like this. Ethan grinds out between clenched teeth, making a satisfactory smile spread across my face. Hearing him this close to losing control is a pure turn on. One that strokes both my pleasure and my ego.
Wrapping my hand across one of his wrists, I slowly pull his hands towards my face, sucking one finger into my mouth and letting my tongue circle the skin. I dont care, I say before I release the finger from between my lips and place it on my clit.
Fuck, that was too... Ethan doesnt finish whatever he was trying to say. Instead, he rubs my nub as he slams into me. Twice. Thrice. Then I feel my orgasm crest again, and I call out his name for me as my pussy squeezes his cock. Little Bird... yes... just like that... The words sound like theyre ripped from his throat, and I feel his cock pulsating inside me.
As I come down from another high, I lower my legs from his shoulders, before I wrap my arm around his neck and pull his face down to mine. Slanting my lips to his in a bruising kiss.
We lie on the floor with our limbs tangled and our lips fused together until someone rattles the door handle. I reach for my dress, momentarily forgetting that Ethan locked the door.
Relax, Little Bird, he rasps. No one but me will see you like this.
I arch an eyebrow. Ever? I dont know why Im testing him.
He growls. Ever. Youre mine.
The fact that my heart beats faster at his words is the reason I get up from the floor and quietly get dressed. Im not in the mood for games and empty promises. Im a shiny new toy, something that holds Ethans interest right now. But if he ever found out about the thoughts Ive had about smothering my own dad with a pillow, he wouldnt give me the time a day.
I already know that this thing between us wont last. So why indulge in a game of pretend play?
Ethan, I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as I turn back to face him. He still lies on the floor, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. His arms are propped up behind his neck, and he looks completely unbothered. Lets just call it what it is. A one-night stand.
Anger flashes in his gray eyes, but when he blinks its gone as quickly as it appeared. I see, he says, slowly getting to his feet. Well, in that case, I think we should end the night with another drink and then Ill take you home.
Where I cant tear my eyes away from Ethans gorgeous bodyseriously, its a work of arthe doesnt even look in my direction. It makes me slightly better as Im studying him closely, like my mind wants to commit every groove and line to memory. In my lust-filled haze, I never noticed the tattoo on his left hip. Its gorgeous. It looks like dragon wings. The design is more intricate than the one covering his hands, but equally stunning.
Lets go, he commands in a brusque tone while unlocking the door. I keep my head down as I walk past him.
The small walk to the door feels like its going on forever, the silence between us is anything but comfortable. In my haste to make myself feel better and show him I understood what just transpired between us, I angered him. And I dont like that.
Ethan, I
I dont want to hear it, Little bird, he barks out while giving me his back. He signals to the bartender. The two of them talk while the bartender makes the drinks and when hes done, Ethan pulls me over to a different booth. Sit. Drink.
My brows furrow in confusion. I dont understand his shift in attitude. O-okay, I stutter. The drink tastes bitter, not at all as delicious as the previous ones. But under his cold gaze, I drink all of it. Can you take me home now?
Ethan looks pointedly at his still full glass. Youre going to make me miss out on my drink, too?
No, I The explanation I wanted to give him dies off when it feels like my tongue is swelling. Words elude me. Thoughts escape me. What were we doing?
My eyes roll back in my head, and I sag against Ethan. Damn, these drinks are hitting me harder than they should. Granted, I havent eaten all day. Even so, two or is it three? Four? It still shouldnt make it this hard for me to sit upright.
E-Ethan His name sounds funny as I say it. Whats happening to me? I reach for his tie, holding onto it for dear life as the world spins on its axis and everything turns dark.