2. Ethan
CHAPTER 2
Ethan
“Like I said earlier, this is only for tonight. No complications,” she says as she unlocks the door to her apartment and lets me in. It’s obvious from the interior that she does well for herself.
Floor-to-ceiling windows provide an amazing view of the city, but I barely have time to take in more before she shoves me against the wall and pulls my lips to hers. I’m groping her hips while licking along the spot on her collarbone that made her moan earlier and whispering, “It doesn’t have to be complicated. Give me a chance to prove to you that you can trust me with your pleasure for more than one night.”
The car ride over gave me some time to think and breathe. The pull I feel to this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t keep my hands off her in the club, and I thought that would calm down with the car ride here. Even with Becka as our buffer, I couldn’t stop touching her, stroking her arm, squeezing her thigh. I haven’t felt this alive in years. She’s awakened something in me, and if I’m certain of anything in my life, it’s that one night with Bridget won’t be enough.
“You talk a big game, but I rarely do repeats.”
“Rarely isn’t never, and I want more than one night with you. You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. I won’t be able to walk away after one night.”
She reaches for the hem of my shirt before pulling it up, and I help her take it off.
“Holy fuck, it’s like somebody drew you. Do you live in a gym?”
“Not quite, but I do spend a good bit of time there.”
As her eyes continue to peruse me, I reach for her waist, gliding up to the zipper on the back of her dress before tugging it down. It pools around her feet as my eyes rake up her body.
Long, toned legs with thick thighs.
Rounded hips that slope in to a smaller waist. So many soft curves, and I want to lick every inch of them.
The most incredible tits I’ve ever seen. More than a handful.
The perfect hourglass figure with enough curves to grab on to. This is the kind of body that has truly lived life, and I want to explore all of it.
“Goddamn, sweetheart, every inch of you is exquisite.”
“Bedroom, now,” she purrs. “Down the hall, on the left.”
Her lips continue their assault on my neck as I lift her up and walk us down the hallway to the bedroom. I deposit her onto the cream-colored comforter, the air charged with sexual tension. She unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, then falls back onto the king-sized mattress.
I make quick work of removing my own clothing, leaving my black boxer briefs on as I kiss my way down her stomach. Hooking my fingers into the sides of her thong, I pull it off in one swift movement.
“Wow, I’ve never had someone remove my underwear so efficiently.”
“I aim to please,” I growl as I move down her pubic bone to her warm heat. I push her legs open a little wider.
“Yes, please,” she whispers as her hips wriggle.
“Four words. That’s all I need. Faster, slower, harder, or softer.” My lips continue pressing kisses on her inner thighs as I slowly inch my way up. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to learn what makes you scream my name the loudest.”
“Four is a good… ahhh… round number.” Her breaths become shallower as I run my tongue along the crease where her inner thigh meets her torso.
I finally bury my face between her legs. Fuck. She tastes so fucking sweet, and I start making slow, light circles, barely grazing her clit.
“Harder,” she pleads, her hands gliding up her body to cup her breasts.
Yes, ma’am. Pressing harder with my tongue, I increase the pressure on her clit slowly until I feel her hips bucking up to meet me.
“Ethan, yes, faster!” she moans as her delicate fingers pinch her nipples.
Her hips keep rocking as I move my tongue faster against her clit. I snake my arm up to her stomach and press down, holding her in place as I move my other hand to her entrance and press a finger inside. Fuck, she’s so tight.
“Yes! Shit, that feels amazing, but I need more.”
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I alternate between sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I apply more pressure to her abdomen with my palm, while adding a second finger into her pussy, hooking my fingers up to stroke her G-spot.
Her breathing stills as she grinds her heat against my face, her hands moving down to tug at my hair as her thighs squeeze me tighter.
“Ethan, fuck, I’m gonna…” She lets out a feral moan as she squirts, coating my face. I continue licking up every drop as she comes down from her orgasm.
After several moments, she props up on her elbows and looks down at me in astonishment. “Holy fuck, did I squirt on you? I’ve never squirted before. This is so embarrassing.” Her hands fly up to her face, covering her eyes as she tries to roll away from me.
“You did squirt, and it was so fucking hot.” I crawl up her body until my face is inches away from hers. “Taste how sweet you are,” I say as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She opens for me and matches my hunger, our tongues dancing back and forth as she licks every drop of herself off me. “I need to be inside you,” I growl between kisses.
She pushes me off, flipping me over so she’s straddling me, and leans to open her nightstand.
I look over to see she’s holding a condom in her hand. “I can’t use that kind,” I admit.
Her nose scrunches in the cutest way. “What, latex? Do you have an allergy?”
“No, latex is fine. I prefer a different size. I have some magnums in my wallet if you want to grab one.”
“Oh. Oh shit! Should I do some stretches first?” The look on her face makes my cock ache in my briefs.
Chuckling, I reassure her, “Why do you think I’m so good at eating pussy? I’ve got to make sure you’re ready to handle this cock.” I thrust my hips up into her, and her head drops back as her hips match my thrusts. After a few minutes of dry humping me through my underwear, I ask, “Condom?”
There’s reluctance on her face as she climbs off the bed, walks over to my discarded pants, and pulls out my wallet. Damn, that look does something for my ego. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and already I want more with this woman. Shucking off my boxer briefs, I lay back on the bed, stroking my length, ready to be inside her.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. I assume she’s shocked at the size of my cock. But when I look over, I see her holding my wallet up to her face as if she’s trying to get a closer look at something. “You’re twenty-two?”
“Last I checked. Is that a problem?” She looks up at me, concern in her blue eyes quickly morphing to desire as her eyes settle on my cock. “See something you like?”
“One night. We said one night,” she mutters and drops the wallet.
“Who are you trying to convince, sweetheart? I didn’t agree to those terms. Now get the fuck over here so I can feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock.”
Condom in hand, she saunters back to the bed, ripping the foil packet open and sliding the condom down my shaft before I can exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Straddling me, she begins rubbing her slick center along the shaft of my cock, never letting me penetrate her entrance. My hands grip her hips, aiding her rhythm. “That’s it, treat me like your personal fuck toy. Use my cock. Take what you need.”
“Fuck, yes. Oh fuck, yes.” She screams as her legs shake and her orgasm takes over, vibrating through her entire body.
“That’s a good girl, getting this cock nice and wet.” I pull her up my chest and grip the bottom of my shaft, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Now be a good fucking girl and ride my cock. I want you dripping all over it.”
“I don’t think I can. I think you might be too big.” She winces as I push my crown into her hot, tight cunt. “Oh fuck .”
“You can take it. Just breathe, sweetheart. Relax those muscles. I’m going to make you feel so good,” I say as I move one hand between us and rub circles on her clit. Slowly, I feel her relax, and I push another inch into her. “That’s it, fuck, you’re so tight.”
I need to give her time to adjust, but fuck, I’m fighting every urge to bury myself fully inside her. As if she’s reading my thoughts, Bridget gingerly pushes up with her arms on my chest and slides another few inches down my cock. “So full,” she moans.
“You’re taking me so well,” I say as I push the last of my cock into her, seating myself to the hilt. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.” It feels like she was made for me, and I fight the urge to say it, knowing it’d scare her off.
“I need a minute. Fuck, you’re so big.”
“Can’t hear that enough, sweetheart.” I smile as I pull her against me and pepper her neck with kisses. Her body tastes so good, I can’t help licking and sucking on every inch of her.
“Seriously, the perfect length, but damn, the girth is more than I’m used to.” She takes a deep breath and begins rocking her hips, slowly at first, until she gets more comfortable.
Fuck, I’m going to blow quick, she feels so good, so tight. I’ve never experienced something so intense with someone this quickly. Or at all, really. I need more than just a single night with this woman.
Getting more comfortable with my size, she lets loose, arching her back and resting her hands on my thighs behind her as she grinds along my shaft, giving me the perfect view of her gorgeous tits as they bounce with her every thrust. “Ethan, fuck, you feel so good, oh fuck!” Her body shudders as her walls squeeze my shaft.
Think about baseball stats. Cooking meals with Nonna. Helping my siblings with their homework. Anything but how good this fucking woman feels coming apart on my cock.
I let her ride through the last bit of her orgasm before I lift her off me, flip her over, and grab her hips from behind before slamming all the way into her in one quick movement.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Could stay buried in your sweet cunt all night.”
“Yes, please! Harder, oh fuck, harder.” She fists the sheets in front of her while arching back into me, matching me thrust for thrust.
Her moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room as I slam into her. My balls tighten and spots cloud my vision as her pussy spasms around my cock like a vise, another orgasm consuming her. I fall over the edge too this time. She melts against me as I wrap an arm around her waist and grind out the last of my orgasm. We roll onto the bed, her little spoon to my big, staying connected as we lay there panting.
After what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, she finally speaks. “If you need to go clean up, the en suite has washcloths in the linen closet.”
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?” I smile as I pull out of her and shuffle to the bathroom, where I take care of the condom and clean myself off.
“I, uh… have an early morning tomorrow,” she shouts from the bedroom.
“Bullshit. Tomorrow is Saturday,” I call back, walking toward her with a warm washcloth.
“I do. There’s the… uh… farmer’s market, and I… need to stop by the bank…” she says unconvincingly, trailing off as I approach. I grab her by the ankle, pulling her to the side of the bed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning you up. I told you my momma raised me right,” I say as I press the warm cloth against her skin, taking care to clean her.
She arches a brow at me. “You’re educated about the importance of cleaning up a woman after sex? You expect me to believe your mom taught you all about aftercare?”
“It was my stepmom, actually, and no, while she may not have given me detailed instructions on aftercare, she did emphasize the importance of taking care of your woman at all times.”
“Let’s get this straight right now: I’m not your woman. This is one night only.”
“One night for now, sweetheart. But you are my woman, at least for tonight. You became my woman the moment you came all over my face.” I toss the washcloth aside, drop to my knees, and lower my head between her legs.
“Wh-what are you doing?” She gasps as my tongue parts her folds, and I lick up her seam before sucking her clit into my mouth again.
“I’m convincing you that I’m worth more than one night.” I wink before returning to flick her clit with my tongue. After a few minutes of playing with her clit and bringing her close to the edge, I get up and climb onto the bed, moving the pillows and lying back near the headboard.
“Why did you stop? I was close,” she whines.
“Because I want you to sit on my face and ride me until you come again,” I command, grabbing her hand and pulling her to me.
“Like sit on it? I’ll crush you.”
“I’ll be fine, I promise. Now get that sweet pussy over here and let me feast on you.”
Nervously, she climbs up my body until her pussy is hovering over me. “I said sit, not hover,” I growl as I pull her thighs down, and she finally relaxes. I resume licking and push my tongue into her tight pussy as I use my hands to rock her body, encouraging her to move. Slowly she gains confidence and grinds her clit against my nose while I flick my tongue along her opening. Adding a finger, I push against her G-spot until I feel her walls clamp down and her slickness coats my face as her muffled cries fill the air.
She crumples over, falling onto the bed next to me as she continues trying to catch her breath while I do the same.
“No one’s ever?—”
“Let you ride their face? Made you squirt? Given you that many orgasms in one night? How many was that so far? I know you kept count given how much you like numbers.”
“Five,” she whispers. She lies still briefly before her head pops up. “Wait, ‘so far’? What do you mean so far? I don’t think I have any more in me.”
“I did mention more complicated positions, and we’ve only just begun.”
“You twentysomethings and your stamina. I’m going to need a minute.” Dropping her head back to the mattress, she drapes her arms over her face, giving me a delectable view of her heavy breasts.
“How about we make a deal? I’ll give you a break if you give me another night. I’ve at least earned that, don’t you think?” Shifting onto my side, I rope an arm over her torso as I pull her into me.
“My, my, you’re cocky.”
“I know what I’m worth. And I’m pretty sure I know your worth too. You deflect with humor, thinking you can hide it, but I see it, see you,” I murmur, kissing up her stomach to her perfect breasts. “You’re a fucking queen, Bridget, and I’d happily fall to my knees and worship at your throne.” Fuck, I’m going to scare her off with my declarations, so I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, distracting her so she can’t unpack the way I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she pants as she writhes underneath me.
“Let me show you how a queen deserves to be treated.” I continue, nibbling on her nipple as I hover over her, grinding my cock through her wet heat as I pulse my crown against her clit. After a few minutes of lavishing attention to both of her breasts and thrusting against her, she tenses beneath me as she lets out a throaty moan. Blinking, she looks up at me with a look of shock on her face.
“How did you… that came out of nowhere…Jesus. I… Fuck, I can’t form a coherent thought.”
Chuckling, I press a kiss to her lips before pushing off the bed. “Let’s go,” I urge before grabbing her arm and pulling her off the bed.
“Where? I’m not sure if my legs are working at the moment.”
“I got you,” I say before picking her up and moving toward the en suite. Using my foot, I push the door open so we can enter, then grab the handle to the shower, opening it and depositing her onto the bench seat on the tile. I turn on the water, hissing as the cold water hits my back.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m shielding you from the spray until it warms up.”
“That’s… that’s so…”
“Considerate?” I finish her thought.
“No one’s ever made this much fuss over me. I’m not sure I like it,” she says, shifting uncomfortably on the tiled seat.
Who the fuck has she been with that failed to see her for the queen she is? Failed to worship her and treat her right?
“I don’t know why. A queen deserves to be pampered, and that’s what I intend to do.” Slowly, the water heats, and I pull her up against me. A shiver passes through her as I move her into the warm water. “I know you have a routine in here. What do you normally start with? Shampoo?”
“What? Um, yeah, I shampoo first.”
“Tilt your head back.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to wash your hair.”