Chapter 9
HIS FAVORITE SLUSHY
KIARA
My eyes widened hearing his words. His eyes were darker than forests and deeper than the ocean.
His hair tousled by all the tugging I did, his lips swollen from all the kisses and the glint in his mismatched eyes was enough to make me come again as my stomach coiled at the sight of his handsome face hovering above me.
Ethan Kane was art. And I felt like painting his portrait with different shades of black, sapphire, and emerald. This is my orgasm hazed mind talking.
I gulped nervously. “Come again?” Pun intended.
Ethan let out a soft chuckle. A shiver of chill slithered down from my body to my core. “Let me buy you dinner first.”
I licked my lips, enjoying the attention he gave them. “You already did.”
His lips curled at the corner and he leaned down, nipping at the skin on my neck. My breath labored when his manly, musky scent surrounded me. He pulled away to gaze at me as if he knew how much he was affecting me.
“So, is it okay if I do this?”
Ethan brushed his knuckles over my sex.
My lips parted and a gasp escaped at the feeling of his warm hand over my burning core. I couldn’t believe this was real. Ethan was hovering above me and looking at me with his diamond-like eyes as if I was some angel.
I snapped back to reality when he took my hand, which was covered in my juices, and sucked it.
I gaped at him when he growled throatily, swirling his tongue around the pads of my fingers, licking them clean and tasting me.
I squirmed underneath him, wanting that tongue somewhere else as I clenched my legs together.
As if noticing the little movement, his eyes darkened and let go of my wrist, which was burning with his touch. He whispered in his husky deep voice, “Spread your legs, Kiara.”
Be still, my pussy.
I did, wanting nothing more than his muscular body in between my legs.
Ethan leaned down and captured my lips with his.
I willingly opened my mouth when his tongue licked over my bottom lip.
I moaned, tasting myself on his tongue, and trailed my hands over his abs, loving the feeling of hard and toned muscles.
He shivered and pulled away, drawing a whimper from me at the loss of his touch.
He gently held my left leg, leaning down to kiss my ankle when I snickered because his hands were tickling the back of my knee. He paused, raising his brow at me as fits of giggles escaped my lips. Soon, I was guffawing with laughter, lying naked on Ethan’s bed while he stared at me with amusement.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked, brushing my hair away when I let out a small snort.
I took a deep breath to answer him but ended up laughing again, his warm hand smoothing down my leg. Biting my lip, I said, “I am ticklish . . .”
Ethan let out a soft laugh and his eyes crinkled with humor. He kissed my lips. “You’re so weird.”
We couldn’t kiss properly because laughter kept bubbling out of me, which caused us to grin like idiots, our eyes full of adoration. I was naked underneath my best friend and laughing, which made me laugh again.
We sobered up from our laughing session and I sighed, running my hand through his soft, thick hair. “You never complained.”
His eyes twinkled with a strange emotion. “Mhmm. Because I like you this way.”
My grin wavered when his face turned serious, all the humor leaving his face. With a stern face, he said, “I want to rub your clitty, Kiara.”
I didn’t even try to hold back my laughter at what he had just said, and he chuckled along with me, happy to see me laugh. There were tears in my eyes because of the laughter and he wiped them away.
“Where the hell did you hear that?”
“Some bad Russian porn.”
“Ohmygod.” I started giggling and he leaned down, kissing my neck. “You are something else, Mr. Kane.”
He smiled at me and his eyes fell to my lips. I leaned up and kissed him. The feel of his tongue pressing against mine ignited flurries of wild chirping birds in my stomach. He slanted his head, deepening it into a heated, scorching kiss.
I let out a surprised moan when I felt the pad of his finger brushing over my sex.
Ethan exhaled sharply, “Christ, Kiara. You’re dripping.”
Parting my nether lips, he buried his long finger inside, noting my reaction when I let out a soft moan. Holy shit. His finger felt so much better than mine.
I dug my fingers onto his forearm, his muscles tensing and moving when his other hand’s finger moved torturously slow inside me.
My gasps and pants turned into pleasurable moans when he added the second finger, his hot mouth latching onto my breasts.
He blew cold air on the tip and planted a hot kiss on the sensitive nub.
The sounds that escaped my lips were surreal. I felt like my vocal cord was lying to me my whole life. I didn’t know I could make such unearthly sounds.
“Ohhhh . . . God,” I groaned, clenching my walls around his fingers every time they moved inside me.
Ethan let out a small grunt, his lips kissing my skin when the wet squelches of his fingers fucking me surrounded us. My face flushed hearing those sounds and it turned me on more than ever. I felt another orgasm building up.
“I’m . . . I’m close,” I blurted out in between heavy pants and moans when he added another finger, stretching my inner walls, and I cried out his name. I arched my back, raising my hips to meet every thrust of his digits.
Ethan gazed down at my face with his hooded eyes and whispered, “Jesus, Kia. You look heaven-sent. I can do this all night and day.”
I almost let out a scream when the pad of his thumb rubbed over my clitoris, adding to the pleasure building up in my lower abdomen. If he kept going then I would come in no time.
I yearned for release. Especially when he leaned down, his lips kissing down my stomach and his hair brushing over my skin, tingling me.
His teeth sank on my hip bone and I groaned, arching toward him.
He smirked and licked away the bite mark of his teeth, kissing it better.
His kisses lowered to my abdomen and I squirmed, my legs quivering with pleasure.
I whimpered when he pulled away, leaving me bare when I was about to orgasm.
“Why did you stop?” I sobbed. Almost.
But I didn’t mind when he sucked his fingers clean, his eyes blazing with lust and, grabbing my hips, he pulled me closer to his mouth.
My mouth fell open at the sight in front of me.
Ethan was on his knees at the edge of the bed while my legs were spread open for him, his hands on my hips and his mouth barely away from my sex.
His warm breath caressed the most sensitive part of my body, teasing me with shivers and goose bumps.
I guess mission get Ethan on his knees accomplished.
His dark eyes flickered to my face and my breath hitched in my throat when he placed a pillow under my ass to lift my hips up. My eyes widened when his tongue gave one long slow lick from my nether lips to my clit, lapping over my wetness.
All the air in my lungs whooshed out of me as I grasped the sheets in my hands. His warm, hot breath on my pussy sent a slither of shivers all over my body and the feeling was out of this earth. If I had thought that his fingers were great, then his tongue was fucking magical.
“Mhmm,” he hummed appreciatively as if he was licking his favorite ice cream. The vibrations sent a tingle to my core and I creamed even more.
“I love how you taste, Bella,” Ethan whispered and went downtown.
He swirled his tongue around the little bundle of nerves; flicking it, biting it, and sucking it into his mouth, making me writhe and jump from his bed.
Ethan kept his hand pressed over my stomach so I didn’t roll off the bed, because I was sure I would have.
The slight stubble on his jaw scratched over my inner thighs, which made me shiver and groan out his name to never stop what he was doing.
His answering grin was wicked and full of lust that made me wonder if I had the energy to let him suck the soul out of my body.
My hands held on to the thick strands of his dark hair, pulling his mouth closer to me, and I raised my hips for him. Ethan let out a soft chuckle, parting my lips, and I groaned at the reverberations of his deep laugh. “You are insatiable.”
I took a shuddering breath when he flattened his tongue over my slit and massaged the clitoris with his tongue. His dark eyes pierced into me. I closed my eyes and tried not to scream when he repeated his actions several times, teasing me slowly and working me up.
“Ethan,” I whimpered, “Please, I need to—oh, fuck. That feels so good.” I let out a garbled moan.
His eyes flickered to my face and he smirked, knowing how he made me feel, how badly I wanted him. He dove his tongue inside my velvety folds, rolling it around while his fingers rubbed my sensitive nub and pinched it gently enough to make me cry out his name, tugging his hair.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I groaned, arching my back. “Ethan!”
He penetrated two fingers inside me, my legs quivering, and I wanted nothing but to shut them closed at the extreme amount of pleasure he was giving me.
His hot mouth was sucking and nibbling on my swollen clit while his fingers fucked me slowly.
I let out a whimper when he held my legs apart with his hand and elbows.
He pulled away to blow cold air on my wet folds and I was brink on orgasm at the things he was doing to my body with his hands and mouth. Oh, God, I wanted him. All of him.
It was a surprise for me to see this side of him. I had thought he would be shy and stuttering over his words, fumbling with his fingers, but he had turned into a sex god. I still couldn’t believe Ethan was a virgin. The things he did to me seemed so surreal. But I wasn’t complaining.
“Shit, Ethan!” I exclaimed when his fingers rubbed along the sensitive spot inside me, “Please fuck me.”
There. I said it.
Ethan stopped and grinned at me. “Potty mouth.”
He pulled away and I let out a small whine at the loss of any pleasure, the fire in my stomach still bubbling while I felt empty in my nether region. I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers and mouth again. Then possibly with his—
His large, warm hands slid down my trembling legs, his eyes raking over from my dripping sex to my heaving breasts and finally landing on my face. He teased me with his hands on my inner thigh, his touch gentle but sent sparks of pleasure all over my body.
“Ethan . . . please!”
“Please, what?”
“I hate—ohmygod,” I gasped when his finger ran over my slit and I watched him with wide eyes as he sucked on his finger, which was covered in my glistening arousal.
His eyes darkened and I shivered when he hovered above me, his lips brushing over my ear. “Say please.”
My voice trembled. “Please, Ethan.”
He smirked and kissed my lips. I leaned up to kiss him when he pulled away, spreading my legs and kneeling between them. His warm breath teased over my bare sex and I wanted nothing more than to arch my hips and feel his mouth press against me.
“Scream my name, Bella,” he said before diving in.
And scream I did. I was thankful for the thick walls between our houses because my screaming was enough to wake up the dead . . . and my parents.
His two digits were inside me, thrusting in and out while his wicked mouth toyed with my over-sensitive clitoris. The merriest brush of his tongue on my bundle of nerves was enough to make me forget my own name.
I did not care about the sounds that escaped my lips, only about the way my walls clamped around his fingers, the way his stubble brushed over my inner thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit, his lips kissing the most sensitive part of me, and his dark eyes searing into my soul.
I never wanted him to stop.
Just when I thought I was close, Ethan looked up and licked his lips. His fingers curled inside me as if he was calling me and scraped the magical G-spot inside me. My eyes widened, lips parted, and I let out a long moan when he did it again, still fucking me with his fingers and rubbing my clit.
Every nerve in my body came alive with pleasure as I came, moaning a carnal sound and his name.
Over and over again. It felt like a spring coiling tightly and finally being released.
I felt like the earth had stopped rotating on its axis as my vision blinded to the white light and tears leaked from my eyes at the electrifying orgasm.
I felt dizzy with the earth-shattering orgasm when I opened my eyes and met the sight of Ethan hungrily lapping over my pussy as if I was his personal feast. Blood pounded in my ears while I panted heavily as if I had run ten miles.
I tried to calm my trembling and quivering body, which was shaking with the aftershocks.
After what felt like an eternity, Ethan leaned up to me and ran a hand through my hair, tucking them back. He wiped away my tears and captured my lips in a soft kiss. I hummed, tasting myself on his lips and tongue; salty yet tangy.
“Are you okay?”
Not trusting my voice, I only managed to nod.
Ethan knew I was exhausted, so he pulled away and gently removed the pillows underneath me, my back resting on the comfortable mattress.
A few moments later, I sighed in relief when I felt his lips on my forehead and the bed dipping as he snuggled beside me.
He tucked the blanket over us and pulled me closer to his warm body, my hand resting over his chest.
I could feel my eyes dropping and sleep taking over, my body exhausted after the events of the night.
“Kiara?”
“Mm?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Hm?”
“My favorite slushy is you. Your pussy tastes so much fucking better.”
It was needless to say that I slept with a smile on my lips . . . and feeling his erection poking my stomach.