Chapter 22 – Ethan
Twenty-Two
Ethan
Y ancey.
The bikers broke into the office for Amanda Yancey. That seems to be the most likely scenario here. Wyatt explained his plan once he received “confirmation of his suspicions” and now, I have confirmation of his suspicions and not a single clue what to do next. The only bright side here is that I’ve been ten days clean from gambling, and four days closer to getting in Amanda’s pants.
But the news hasn’t cheered her up at all. I can understand that. She’s a decent woman. She went to college long enough to get a whole ass PhD. She used to have clients and a savings account and all those other signifiers of a successful middle class life. I stripped all that away from her and I keep piling on the bad news.
Wyatt discovered her connection to Keyshawn, but Deacon won’t allow his wife to leave Oklahoma for another few weeks, leaving Amanda with no answers about her cousin’s well-being or how she got tied to the same criminal biker gang responsible for destroying her life.
Not that she’s ever outright accused me of destroying her life, but it’s not hard to guess what she thinks of me. Even eagerly thrusting my tongue between her legs each night does little to quiet Amanda’s fears. She takes longer to fall asleep and she doesn’t push me away like she used to, as if she needs the comfort.
Wyatt doesn’t believe that she has no clue why anyone would want her dead. Given her response to the news, it’s hard to deny her visible distress at the continued unraveling.
In four days, I’ll take her back to Boston and even that doesn’t boost Amanda’s mood.
My success avoiding poker tables, slot machines and sports betting apps does absolutely nothing to change her.
Tonight, I have a plan to get her excited. I turn off the television as I walk into the living room. Amanda looks over her shoulder and glares at me.
“I was watching my stories.”
“Grey’s Anatomy is weird.”
“What do you want, Ethan?” she says. “We’re like… two hours away from dinner.”
“We should talk about Boston.”
She rolls her eyes. “We’re going back, I get it. Now that they plan on killing me and not you, it’s fair game.”
“You know that’s not at all accurate.”
I sit on the couch next to Amanda, who looks over her shoulder at me with a disapproving grimace.
“Can I contact Mallory when I get back?”
I sigh. “I’ll allow you to contact whoever you wish. And you can work. All I ask is that you return home every night to me… and keep your location turned on your phone.”
Amanda perks up. “Are you serious? I can work.”
“I can’t keep you caged up. It just… wouldn’t work.”
Amanda grins and touches my cheek, forcing me to lock my gaze into hers. I don’t want us to break away from this moment, but sitting so close to her on the couch in a celebratory mood puts me at risk of doing something… foolish. I touch her hand, fully intent on drawing it away from my face.
Instead, Amanda leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. It’s a soft, unassuming peck on the lips at first. But her kissing gets more aggressive and she spreads my lips apart with her tongue, doing more. Kissing me harder. Making it impossible to pull away from her. My dick gets hard instantly, and I wonder if she’s just rewarding me for temporarily getting her way, or if there’s anything genuine in those kisses.
Amanda’s fingers sink into my thick, black beard as she grasps for my jawline, and I realize that I don’t care as long as I can keep kissing her. She smells delicious and I need her closer. I shove the real estate leaflets I was looking at for an apartment off my lap and while continuing to kiss Amanda, I fumble for a good grasp on her hips.
Her t-shirt rides up, exposing her warm skin to my grasp as I clutch those hips and slide Amanda onto my lap. Her thighs spread around my legs and my dick gets so impossibly hard that I can’t control my lust for her.
Amanda scrambles into a better position and then she moves her hips in a teasing swivel, sitting on top of my lap and making me feel all sorts of things. I would burn the world down for her. I would kill every man in Boston. I crave her lips. Her pussy…
"I can't..." I whisper as she cups my face and kisses me in slow, soft pecks. "I can't resist you."
"Don't," she whispers.
"Fourteen days..." I emit hoarsely, trying to force some self-control into a man who has never truly practiced it.
Amanda sighs and sinks her weight onto my lap, only arousing me further. Every cell in my body blazes with desire for her. She doesn't protest my hands on her hips, so I slide my hands over her curves to cup the ass that drew my attention the first time I saw her.
I almost bust in my pants once my fingers sink into her fleshy ass cheeks. I can't believe God makes women with asses like this. My cock jerks powerfully against my pants, begging for escape.
Amanda keeps moving her hips and wobbling that big juicy butt all over me as she kisses me.
"No..." I grunt, trying to stop myself from an embarrassing spill in my pants.
"Freedom," she whispers, kissing my neck, making it clear that I'm not who she wants. She wants to see the sun, root for the Patriots. Run into Mallory. This isn't about me, but I care too much about Amanda to stop her from using my body.
"It's too soon."
She looks at me with pleading weakness in her eyes that I've never seen before.
"I want you," she says. Then she frowns at me. "Don't ask me to explain it, Ethan..."
Her hands drop to my crotch and she cups my dick through my pants.
"Is this a test?"
Her hand squeezes my dick and I struggle to breathe.
"No," she says. "If it is, I'm failing it. I just want..."
I stop her from finishing the sentence by kissing her more. The less we talk to each other now, the better this will go. I kiss her and let my fingers dive deep into her buttcheeks until I can't hold myself back... and I strip her shirt off.
Amanda's clothing seems to fall away on its own. A simple, cotton black bra barely contains her breasts. I'm torn between wanting to rip it off and wanting to watch those sexy tits bounce as she kisses me. I reach for them and palm the soft flesh until my hands eventually reach for the clasp and I free Amanda's tits.
I've seen them before, but never licked or sucked on them. She has nipples as dark and rich as cacao nibs with little bumps around the large nipples. I salivate automatically and bend my head forward to taste them before getting permission.
Her skin tastes slightly salty and then a little sweet and then I recognize the flavor of Amanda's flesh on such a deep level that my cock jerks again and pre-cum pools at the tip of my dick.
"I need you naked," I grunt before I grab one of her breasts and lick all over Amanda's nipples until she squirms powerlessly in my lap. With one hand on her ass and another on her breasts, I lick Amanda's nipples until I can tell she's close to a strange, deep orgasm.
When I suddenly pull my head away from her breasts, she gapes down at me, almost offended that I would stop. I run my thumb over her full lips, wishing I could get them around my cock but fully aware that I'm much too hard to risk entering her mouth.
"I need your cunt," I say to her, watching Amanda flinch with discomfort at my crude word before angling her hips up and sliding her underwear over her sizable ass. Before she can toss her underwear aside, I grab it from her and press it to my nose right in Amanda's face.
She grimaces.
"You're nasty."
"Only for you, doc."
"Don't remind me," she whispers, kissing my forehead and clutching my face.
"Of what?"
"That I have absolutely no ethics left," she says. "I'm just..."
"Horny?"
She stops me from more guessing with a kiss and then her hands wander to my belt. Yes. I edge my hips up to meet her grasp and Amanda works my belt open so she can get my dick out. I keep my hands on her ass so she doesn't change her mind…
"Come closer," I whisper. "Let me fuck you, baby..."
My dick barely leaves my pants before sprouting to its full length, jutting from my body in an impressive ten inch toward that threatens to destroy Amanda's soaked tightness. She glances down at my dick with wordless worry.
I'm too greedy to warn her or promise her I'll go easy. I can't do all that...
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