Twenty-Three | Ethan
Twenty-Three
Ethan
“It’s a beautiful night,” Eva said softly, her hand entwined with mine as I walked her home. Dinner with Brent and Chasity had been unexpected, but by the end of it, none of us were complaining as we said goodbye with genuine smiles on our faces.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I replied as I gently squeezed her hand.
She raised an eyebrow and pinned me with a look as we stopped right outside of her apartment building.
“Does that line ever work for you?” she asked, entering her code on the keypad before opening the door.
“It wasn’t a line—although I do admit that it sounded corny as fuck. But I meant it. You are very beautiful, Eva.”
She smiled at me as she looked over her shoulder and held the door open for me to step inside.
“Do you want to come up for a drink?” she asked with a tiny hint of uncertainty in her voice.
I stalled for a moment as I tried to think rationally about that. It was hard to make a decision when my dick wanted to do all of the talking. But I didn’t want Eva to think that all I wanted from her was sex. And if we went back to her place, it was pretty much a guarantee that would be what happened.
“You don’t have to,” she rushed out as she shifted her purse to her shoulder and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s late, and you’ve had a long day.”
She walked the rest of the way to the elevators and pushed the button as I rushed after her.
“It’s not that Eva. I just don’t want to overstep.”
She pulled her lips into a thin line and nodded as she looked away.
“It’s okay. Really. I get it. Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”
The elevator door opened, and she stepped in, lowering her head as she waited for an older couple to exit it. Without thinking it through, I slid inside, barely missing the door as it almost caught me. Her eyes widened in surprise as I stared at her with a hunger I hadn’t felt before.
“Eva,” I breathed out, almost in warning as I stepped closer to her and wrapped my hand behind her head.
My lips softly pressed against hers as her hands grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I took a few steps, pushing her back against the mirrored wall as I continued to devour her mouth. The kiss was intense as our tongues collided, and our hands desperately roamed across each other’s bodies. I reached down and grabbed her ass, feeling her mouth turn upward into a smile as I kissed her.
She whimpered as I nibbled her lower lip, my cock straining against my pants as I pressed closer to her so she could feel what she did to me.
“What floor is your apartment on again?” I growled as I kissed the side of her neck while my hands caressed her breasts, loving the feel of her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. I was impatient to get her naked and on the bed while I did endless things to bring her pleasure.
“Seventeen,” she panted, palming my cock and making it harder.
“There’s a lot I can do in seventeen floors,” I promised.
“Okay,” she moaned when my hand slid down and cupped her. “But...”
“But what, baby? Tell me what you want.” My breathing was heavy as I lowered my hand and pushed up her skirt, loving how fucking wet she was already. I pushed her panties to the side and ran a finger along her slit, grinning when she hissed.
“The button,” she groaned as my finger pushed inside of her.
“Don’t worry. I’ll work that button for you,” I growled heavier this time. Her fingers dug into my shirt as she rotated her hips against my hand.
“No,” she panted. “You have to press the button. On the elevator.”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. Her eyes were dark and hooded, a sexy smile on her face.
“Fuck.” I sighed and reached behind me to press the button to her floor. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna press that other button when we get to your apartment.”
She laughed and the sweet sound of it filled the elevator. Just as I was about to return to what I had been doing, the elevator stopped on another floor, and the doors opened to allow an older man to get on. I could feel my irritation seeping through me as I glared at him for interrupting us.
“Sorry. This thing takes forever, so I get on whenever I can.”
“I agree, it does take forever,” Eva replied with a smile as she stood next to me, acting like I hadn’t just been fingering her sweet pussy ten seconds before.
What felt like a million years later, the elevator finally made it to her floor. We got out, and she was overly polite, wishing the old man a wonderful night and promising to say hi the next time she saw him. My balls were bluer than a Smurf and ready to burst if she didn’t hurry her fine ass up and get inside.
“What do you want to drink?” she asked over her shoulder as she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
“You,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I couldn't care less about food or water at this point. Eva was what I needed right now, and I was determined to show her that.
Her body felt more tense when I touched her than it did a few minutes ago in the elevator. It was as if something had changed the second we were alone, and I hated that I didn’t have a clue what it was.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, letting her go and stepping back to give her space. She turned around and clutched the water bottle to her chest, pursing her lips as she thought about what to say.
“Nothing.” She sighed and shook her head.
“Eva, talk to me. Please.”
“I enjoy our time together, Ethan, I really do. But do you think that maybe we’re getting a little too old for just sex ?”
I took a few more steps back and leaned against the counter.
“I don’t think that we’re too old for just sex,” I said, watching as her face fell in disappointment. She looked away and refused to meet my eyes. “But Eva, do you really think that this is just sex between us?”
“Isn’t it? It’s not like we go on dates or call each other boyfriend or girlfriend. And on top of that, we have to keep whatever this is a secret from everyone. You can’t tell me that you think this is anything more than sex.”
I nodded my head in agreement and pushed off the counter, taking a few steps toward her until she was pinned against the fridge. This was the conversation that we needed to have, even if I had been dreading it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to Eva about all of this. It was that I didn’t know how. I’d never been in a serious relationship like this, so it was all new territory for me. The likelihood that I would fuck it all up was pretty high.
“Do you know what I think it is? I think it’s me coming to take care of you when you’re sick and figuring out how to work remotely from your apartment because I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you. It’s me pulling strings to get your sister the best family lawyer in Manhattan because I want to help you and support your family. It’s having a breakfast date together because you burnt your toast. Again. It’s lunch dates so that we don’t have to eat alone in our offices because I like your company. It’s me confiding in you about my fucked-up childhood and telling you the story behind the last gift that my grandma gave me. It’s feeling like a complete pussy and talking about my feelings with a client because he’s the closest thing I have to a real friend.” I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, watching as her eyes reflected the same deep emotion I felt. “So no, Eva. I don’t think we’re just fucking. I think I’m fucking in love with you, and I have no idea what that even means.”
Her eyes softened as she tilted her head to the side and lifted her hand to my cheek.
“I love you too, Ethan. And to be honest, that scares the shit out of me as much as it scares you.”
“So, should we just go back to being friends that fuck?” I teased playfully, resting my hand on top of hers.
“Fucking friends might get a little complicated with the whole love thing. Besides, you really know how to push my buttons, which probably means that we’re already in a relationship.” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Oh baby, trust me. I’m just getting started with the button pushing,” I whispered as I leaned close to her ear and nipped it.
“Actions speak louder than words,” she countered, acting as if she wasn’t at all fazed by my erection pressing against her.
I reached down and grabbed her ass, tossing her over my shoulder as I carried her down the hallway into her bedroom. I playfully tossed her onto the bed, undoing my tie as she laid back on her elbows and watched me. She licked her lips as she watched my fingers work. My eyes traveled down her legs, remembering the feel of her wet pussy under her short skirt in the elevator.
“Open your legs,” I instructed, pulling the tie from around my neck.
She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth as she kept eye contact and slowly spread them. Her knees fell to the side, showing me a black lace thong that barely covered her waxed pussy. It was hard not to come right then and there with an image of pure perfection waiting for me on the bed.
I started unbuttoning my shirt slowly as I moved closer to the bed.
“Touch yourself,” I said firmly.
“Isn’t that your job?” she teased as she pushed her panties to the side and lazily dragged a finger along her slit.
“My job is to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before. And I won’t stop until we have perfection.”
“I don’t know. No one, and I mean no one, can beat Fred.”
My eyebrows shot up my forehead as I tried to rein in the jealousy that immediately coursed through me. It wasn’t like I expected Eva to be untouched, but I couldn’t stand the thought of another man touching her.
“Who the fuck is Fred, and where does he live?”
“Fred is my best friend. Hands down the best lover I’ve ever had.” She continued chewing her lip as her cheeks split into a grin.
“You didn’t answer the part about where he lives.”
Her fingers continued to stroke her pussy as if she had no worries in the world. All the while, my head felt like it was going to explode as jealousy continued to eat at me.
“He lives in that drawer,” she answered, nodding to the nightstand.
I reached over and opened it, glancing at her with a raised eyebrow as I found a handful of vibrators and sex toys.
“Which one is Fred?”
“He’s the one that sucks . The purple one.”
I picked it up and turned it in my hand as I studied it. It was stupid to be jealous of a toy, but knowing that she said it was the best she’d ever had made me immediately want to change that for her.
“What else does it do?” My words felt tight in my throat as I realized how dry it suddenly was.
She pulled her hand away from her pussy and propped herself up on her elbows.
“The long part goes inside of me and stimulates my G-spot.”
“Does it make you squirt?” I asked, still flipping it over in my hand to examine all sides of it.
“On occasion. It’s kinda hard to hold it in the position I need, so I usually just use the part that sucks.”
I pressed the button to turn it on and felt my cock harden as I pressed my finger against it and felt the intense sucking action.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tossing my head back.
“What’s wrong? Jealous of a toy?”
“Yes,” I admitted as I turned it off and set it on the bed. “But I’m about to fix that.”
I kept my eyes on her as I finished undressing and climbed up the bed until my face was hovering over her pussy.
“Tell Fred he’s being replaced.”
She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when I bent down and slid my tongue along her slit. She was already so fucking wet for me that I knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come. The problem was that I wanted to spend hours down there, making her come harder than that fucking toy ever had.
I lifted my head and began sucking her clit as I slipped two fingers inside of her. I was no stranger to finding a G-spot, so I immediately began applying pressure where I knew she needed it.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her body arching against my touch. “Ethan!”
I sucked harder as her fingers grabbed my hair and pulled while she fought off coming. I knew she was there; I just needed her to let go. I pulled my mouth away slightly as I kept my focus on her G-spot. There was plenty of time to get her off multiple times, but right now, I wanted her to squirt for me.
“Let go, baby,” I urged, kissing the inside of her thigh as she tried to close them on me. “Give me that orgasm. Come on my fingers and show me how good you squirt.”
“It’s too much,” she panted, her back lifting higher off the bed.
I changed my position slightly as I kept my fingers where she needed them and used my other hand to press down on her lower stomach.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned loudly. “Shit. This feels too good.”
“Relax your body and come, Eva.”
“I can’t. I can’t, Ethan. It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. You can do this. Relax your mind and your body. Just focus on how good it feels. How good it's going to feel when you come.”
I could hear her heavy breathing and knew she was going to need a little more to send her over the edge.
I made sure my hands stayed where they were and kept applying the pressure I knew she needed as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. It wasn’t soft and gentle like I typically would have eaten her out. It was hard and demanding, taking her right where I wanted.
She cried out as her body trembled beneath me, and a rush of fluid soaked my face.