17 Ethan
E llie had another date with that Rafe guy tonight, and it bothered the hell out of me.
I had spent a lot of time with Ellie in the last week. Ever since I realised I was attracted to her, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a one-off fluke. It wasn’t, but I also realised it was only physical. I liked how she looked. I liked how she was the perfect distraction from Renae leaving town. And I really liked looking at Ellie’s perky ass.
But there was all that was to it. I didn’t have feelings for Ellie.
If I were a lesser man, I’d proposition Ellie for a no-strings-attached arrangement. But I knew that she had feelings for me, however strong or weak they were, and that meant that sleeping together would build feelings I could not reciprocate. She was a really good friend to me, and I didn’t want to lose that. I couldn’t break her heart.
But right now, looking at what Ellie was wearing to her date, I almost forgot myself.
Tonight, Ellie wore a satiny dark red dress with dangerously thin straps holding the rest of it up, and the skirt this time wasn’t a tight one she usually fancied. Instead, it draped provocatively over her thighs and came to rest just above her knees, and the fabric split right at the side in a daring slit. She had another thick jacket to go with it, but she didn’t need it indoors.
Right now, she paced around in the living room, waiting for Rafe to pick her up. The guy was ten minutes late, and the more Ellie waited, the more nervous she got. I was being a good friend and keeping her company while she waited, but watching the dress hug her curves as she walked around was helluva distracting.
That dress was absolutely going to get her what she wanted tonight. Somehow, I didn’t like the thought.
Her phone buzzed. She looked at it and her face fell.
“Guess I’m not going anywhere tonight,” she sighed. At my quizzical look, she explained, “Rafe’s just cancelled. His grandmother had to be admitted to the hospital.”
I scoffed at that, but Ellie heard me and held up her phone. “Look, he’s sent me photos of the hospital as proof that he isn’t trying to get out of it. And he wants to reschedule.”
“That’s his loss,” was my gruff reply. “And a waste of all this.”
“What do you mean?” Ellie asked.
“You look amazing, Ellie,” I told her honestly. “He’s a fucking idiot to miss out, no matter who’s in the hospital.”
Ellie flushed. “Thank you. That’s kind of you to say so, but his grandmother is experiencing chest pains. She thinks it’s heartburn, but the family insisted on going to the hospital to be sure.”
At the lady’s age, it was the smart thing to do, but right now, I found that I couldn’t bring myself to care. And there was nothing kind about what I just said to Ellie. It was just the bare truth.
Then Ellie sighed. “This was our third date. I really wanted to get laid tonight.”
My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. I felt a vein throb. I remembered her hinting at what she wanted, but to be so direct about it was something else.
“Holy hell, Ellie, I thought women didn’t usually put out until much later.”
Ellie just shrugged. “I have needs too.”
Needs?
Suddenly, my knees went weak. My throat went dry. I was this close to making an error of judgement.
“Needs, Ellie?” My voice came out rough, harsh.
Ellie turned bright red and slunk away. “Don’t judge me, Ethan. Everyone has needs. I’m sure you do too…but I don’t need to know about it. Too much information…”
I found myself moving closer to her, even as she backed away. “I’m not judging you, Ellie.”
“Okay, good, because I’m not ashamed of it.”
She turned to go back into her room, but I took her into my arms. Her body fell into mine. Her perky backside wriggled against my crotch, and that absolutely did not help me at all.
“Stop struggling, Ellie,” I growled at her, not because I wanted her to, but because it put me in grave danger of shooting myself off prematurely.
Blessedly, she did as she was told.
“Tell me about these needs,” I demanded.
“What?” Her head spun around. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath speeding up. Her eyes grew wide. All of a sudden, I wondered why the hell anyone had thought her plain. Her skin was creamy and smooth, her eyes an ocean that ran so deep… Ellie was beautiful, and damn anyone who didn’t think so.
“I…” Ellie hesitated, and all of a sudden, I realised I was restraining her when I had absolutely no business to, and I liked it. I liked how she reluctantly struggled against my arms. I liked her warmth on me. I liked how her soft body fit against mine. I loosened my grip, but Ellie didn’t wrench herself away like I was terrified she would do.
Instead, her eyelids dropped into a dreamy gaze, and she murmured, “I need relief. I really need a good fuck.”
Those words coming out of good girl Ellie’s mouth broke my brain. My attraction to Ellie flared up like a forest fire, burning away any sense or reason.
“Do you now?” My hands dropped to her waist, then down her side until I found the slit of her skirt. I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. Instead, I whispered back, “You are a shock to my system, you know that? You look like such a good girl, you always dress like such a good girl, and now you tell me you want some stranger to fuck you silly.”
I absolutely wanted to offer to fuck her silly. But what if she didn’t want me to? What if her affections had shifted to that Rafe guy? What if she only wanted him, not me.
“Even good girls have needs too,” Ellie breathed. She paused, then whispered in a voice low enough that I could barely hear her, “But it’s not like you can help. Or can you?”
Her last few words came out in barely a whisper, as if she wasn’t even aware she said them out loud.
Damn it all to hell.
My hand fell to her ass, and I did what I had been wanting to do for weeks—I gave her pert, round bottom a good squeeze. This time, it was so much more satisfying without her thick hoodie fabric in the way. Then I slipped my hand under the slit of her skirt, exploring her too soft thighs, the shape of her hips. My hand lingered on the silky, soft bare skin of her inner thigh, then up to—another shock for me—her lacy underwear. Ellie gasped at my touch, but she didn’t stop me. My fingers hooked under the fabric, parted her hair until I found slick, soft flesh. And she was wet. She was oh so very wet.
All good sense went out the window.
“I can definitely help.” My reply was rough. “I have needs too, Ellie. Maybe we could help each other.”
This was a terrible idea. We were housemates. She was my friend. She had feelings for me, feelings I didn’t want to encourage. And yet, I couldn’t help myself.
My fingers circled her clit slowly, and Ellie moaned into my ear. At that sweet, sweet sound, my dick throbbed against her soft backside. I was so hard for her I could barely think.
I hadn’t meant it to go this far, but I damn well wasn’t going to stop now. I couldn’t even if I tried.
I slipped a finger into Ellie, and then another. Her body braced against mine as I entered her. Ellie whimpered and clung on to me for dear life. Then I started moving. Her folds clenched against my fingers, her slickness guiding my entry into her pliant body.
“You weren’t lying when you said you needed relief,” I told Ellie as I fingerfucked her. She was so tight and so wet, and I really wanted to know how my cock would feel inside her. “Am I giving you sufficient relief?”
Ellie just whimpered in response, then said no more as my pumping took her over the edge. Her flesh trembled against mine and a gush of wetness engulfed my fingers. She let out a loud cry.
Oh, Ellie.
I felt Ellie come undone in my arms, by my hand. Her breathing grew ragged even as her body trembled and then sagged against mine.
I pulled away from Ellie, then brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted her. So, so sweet and salty. Who knew Ellie could taste this good? Now I did.
Ellie’s skirt had fallen back over her legs. She leaned against the wall as she caught her breath, and she was still fully dressed, as if I hadn’t just made her come on my hand. Somehow, the thought drove me even wilder. There was so much of Ellie to unravel, and right then, I knew this little bit she let me have of her wouldn’t be enough.
She stared at me with wild, hungry eyes. “What now, Ethan? What about your needs? Shall I reciprocate?”
Right now, my entire body was demanding I claim her with a ferocity that scared the living daylights out of me. I didn’t trust myself around her right now. Ellie was still a good girl, and she deserved to be fucked gently and respectfully. A fingerfucking didn’t count. I had told myself that Ellie deserved more than a quickie from the next guy that fucked her, and I would be damned if I was that guy. If I touched her again, I wouldn’t be nice, I wouldn’t be gentle, and I damn well wouldn’t last long, so I said, “We got your needs met. That’s what matters tonight, isn’t it?”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine,” I smiled in what I hoped was in a reassuring manner. I knew I wouldn’t be. I would be coming into my own hand the moment Ellie got herself to safety.
“Oh.” There was disappointment in Ellie’s tone. It couldn’t be helped. Then she added, “Thank you. You didn’t have to, so thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” It was a damn lame reply. And she was wrong. I absolutely had to.