Chapter Twenty-Eight
In which our patience is rewarded by sex.
Sloan…
Am I crazy? Have all these orgasms finally made my sanity snap like a biscotti? I wake up sprawled all over Ethan like a drunk starfish. Based on his enormous hand resting on my ass, squeezing it gently, he’s not opposed to it.
“How’s your fever?” he says, and that knowing smile of his is so infuriating.
“Gone, as I’m sure you know,” I settle on his wonderfully muscular chest, a finger tracing the family crest there. “I do… I need to thank you for taking care of me when I was so sick, though I still feel terrible that you essentially held Dr. MacTavish hostage to keep an eye on me.”
“It was that or take ya to the hospital, where I canna be certain I could protect ya,” he says with zero guilt.
“Hmm…” I put my head back down on his chest, enjoying his steady, reassuring heartbeat against my cheek. His hand’s in my hair, smoothing it and again, I marvel at the duality of the violence and tenderness that Ethan’s capable of. I’m about to doze off again when he groans, one hand moving down to cup my ass and two long fingers slide inside me.
“Are you sore, baby?” His voice is so deep and seductive that it rumbles through his chest, making my skin feel acutely sensitive.
“No,” I manage, trying not to wrap my thighs around his leg and hump him like an overexcited chihuahua. Surely, I have some dignity left.
“Good, because you’re about to be.” He fists his hand in my hair, pulling me closer.
“I can still feel where I was today,” he gloats in my ear, his crisp speech slurred just a little, voice rougher. “You’re still wet from me, you’re swollen. Ya have the silkiest cunt, do ya know that, baby?” He runs his tongue along the shell of my ear before biting down. “Ya wrap around my fingers so tight, just like ya were made for me. And ya were, hmm? Just for me.”
His long, knowing fingers are stroking diligently along my passage, moving in circles against all those spots he’s found inside me over the last few days. He’s been so very good, so determined to learn all the ways that made me shriek, or gasp, or moan, and best of all, the places that would make me come. His fingers play along every one of them until I’ve come twice, back arched, thighs rigid along his muscled forearm and nails dug unknowingly into his shoulders.
Sliding his palms over my ass, he grips me tightly for a moment with a pleased hum before lifting me up, the head of his cock notched just inside me.
I should have looked down at his cock sooner. I should have seen exactly what I was getting into… this a little alarming, since I’m not sure if he’ll fit.
“Do ya want this, baby?” His voice is hoarse and I’m a little pleased that I’ve shaken him out of his self-control. “Do ya want me inside?”
“Please,” I blurt out, suddenly wishing I could take it back, make it invisible so my begging this man never happened.
His answering grin is worth the embarrassment. Wrapping his enormous hands around my waist, he lifts me up and down on his cock, groaning as I stiffen, halting him halfway in.
“Open up, baby,” he whispers in my ear, “be a good girl and spread wide for me. I’m going to fuck ya in half.”
This should not be so wildly arousing. It burns, fitting his cock inside me and I’m stunned at the stretch and the heat of him. My breath’s coming out in desperate little pants, feeling like he’s taking all the room inside me. Lying against the pillows, his hands firm on me, he watches me intently, every moan, every expression.
When I’ve finally slid all the way down, the crisp hair at the base of his cock tickling my clitoris, I pause, taking a long, slow breath and so grateful that I don’t cough. Reaching down, I bracket his shaft between my fingers.
“How do you fit?” I moan, my back arching.
Ethan groans like he’s in pain, sitting up, pressing me against him, and his hands gripping the soft globes of my ass, effortlessly lifts me up and down on his dick, balancing me on his thick thighs and enjoying my little gasps and moans. I’ve lost the power of speech.
Everything inside me is heat and fire and soreness and I do not want him to stop. There are little electrical shocks as the hot tip of his shaft nudges against my cervix each time he bottoms out inside me. “Such a good girl, taking all of me like that. Squeezing the life out of my cock.” The crisp hair on his chest is rough against my nipples and they’re painfully peaked as he bites and sucks them.
“So much…” I moan. “I can’t…”
“You can take more of me,” he growls, “inch by inch, my good lass. Your hot pussy stretching around my cock.” His black gaze drops to where we’re joined and I swear he swells even more.
My head drops back. “Oh… god. This is so…”
“Shh…” he whispers diabolically. His inked fingers settle on my throat and he squeezes lightly before pulling them away. “No rough play today, my good girl. But eventually, I intend to fuck ya until you’re screaming. I’ll be in your cunt, your mouth, and your ass.” One thick finger slides down between my cheeks, circling my back pucker.
The noise coming out of my mouth is embarrassingly high-pitched and not 100% distressed.
“I’ll be in every hole, baby. You’ll be full of me.” Squeezing my ass again, he helps me ride him. “Relax, baby. I’ll do all the work. Just feel me inside you.”
“How can I not?” I moan, half delirious. There’s another orgasm barreling up my spine and it feels like too much, like something so out of my control that it will pull my soul out of me through my pussy.
And then… A white-hot shock makes me scream in surprise, my fingers digging into his arms. Ethan kisses me. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you baby? He slaps that huge mitt of his against my clitoris again. The burn turns into a tingle and I am seconds away from doing exactly what he wants.
His hand lands on my pussy one more time and it’s like the detonations that day on the roof. Earth-shaking, everything inside me overwhelmed and riding the wave as I explode, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming again.
“So good,” he groans, “so good for me.” He floods me with heat and the twitch and swelling of him inside me makes another little orgasm shiver over me. “Who knew I could make ya come so hard from slapping your sweet little clit?”
“Not me,” I slur, “and I own one.”
Ethan laughs his spectacular ass off, wrapping his arms around me gently to keep from jolting my ribs.