Chapter 10 #2
After devouring the pancakes, I was very satisfied because: a) My stomach was full, b) I had sneakily unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, c) Ethan knew that and couldn’t stop staring at the hickeys on my neck and exposed skin.
“Ethan, look at me,” I said, but he didn’t.
I frowned and looked at my empty plate. Does he not want me? Did last night mean nothing to him? I clenched my fingers. No. I knew he had enjoyed it more than me. But why won’t he look at me?
I kept the plate on the coffee table and stared at his face. He was trying his best not to stare at me. “Ethan.” I tried again with a firm voice.
He faced me and I knew he was battling his thoughts and wondering if what we had done last night changed anything between us or not. But I couldn’t miss the way his eyes clouded with lust as soon as they landed on me.
It was the same look when he had spread my legs and looked at me from between them, slowly eating me out.
I clenched my legs, remembering the feeling of his tongue on the most sensitive part of my body.
His eyes darkened when he noticed the little change in the air, the sound of the television muffling in the background.
“Come here,” he said. He wasn’t asking. That was a pure demand, which I was glad to obey.
I wanted to feel his warm, muscular skin pressing against my soft curves, feel his soft lips move against mine, his hand in my hair, and his fingers working their way in between my thighs.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and crawled to the corner of the couch and sat down on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me close. I bit my lip at the size of his bulge pressing against my thigh and remembered how hard he was last night watching me.
Ethan’s eyes fell on my lips and he rubbed the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip, his hand on my cheek.
I released my lip but leaned down and wrapped my lips around his thumb.
His eyes flared with lust as he watched me, and my mouth sucked his thumb, swirling my tongue around the soft pad, wishing it was something else.
“Kiara . . .” he said, his voice husky and deep like rough sex. I loved the way he said my name. As if he was begging me.
“Mhmm.” My fingers trailed over the small hair above his neck, his body radiating warmth when I tried to shift myself over his legs.
His arms tightened around me, holding me back and making me frown. “Don’t . . .” He shook his head and looked anywhere but at me. “We shouldn’t . . . last night was—”
“Was a mistake? Do you regret it, Ethan? Because I heard you say that you could give me orgasms all day and night.”
His gaze hardened and pulled me closer, our chests pressing over each other. “I could never regret last night. But what we have, as friends, is way too important for us to throw it away for some . . . for some one night filled with lust.”
I pursed my lips and looked at him. “Is that all you think it was? One night filled with lust?”
He opened his mouth to reply and closed it when nothing came out. I closed my eyes and tried to pry his hands off me.
“No, Kiara.” His grip on my waist tightened. I opened my eyes to look at the flicker of emotions washing over his face. “Please, hear me out.”
“You kissed me,” I said, my nails digging in his forearm, conflicted to either push him away or pull him closer.
“And you watched me fuck myself, Ethan. You even gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. But now you’re pushing me away.
Did last night mean nothing to you? Or were you just trying to get in my pants? Am I a rebound to you?”
I know what I said is a lie because Ethan would never do that. But I want to get a rise from him.
Something close to a glower escaped from his lips and my eyes widened. I gasped when he shifted me, pressing me down on his bulge. My hands were holding on to his shoulders as his dark eyes flashed toward me. He looked angry. Furious even after what I had just said.
“If I wanted to get in your pants, don’t you think you would be too sore to walk, because trust me, Bella, I would have fucked you to oblivion.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I care about you!”
“Then why are you pushing me away right now?”
He didn’t reply.
I sighed and cupped his jaw in my hands, the stubble brushing over my soft skin as I raised his face to meet mine.
“As much as I care about our friendship, I loved what happened between us last night. And . . . I want to do it again. If you don’t want me, then tell me right now.
I will go away and never pester you about this. ”
Ethan Kane dared to give it a fucking thought.
Hai Bhagwan. This guy!
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, trying to take a deep breath. It didn’t work. I shook my head and said, “Maybe I will ask Carter to help me with my tingly parts.”
“Tingly parts?” he asked, his eyes shining with a twinkle of amusement.
I huffed and attempted to get up from his lap. “Fine, Carter’s dick it is.”
Ethan pulled me back, wrapping his strong arms around, me and said with a soft growl, “You are not going to Cade—”
“Carter.”
“I don’t care.” His mismatched eyes flashed as he pulled me down on him, our chests pressing against each other. His spicy manly scent surrounded me, and I melted in his arms, wanting nothing but to stay close to him.
Can I lick his jaw?
Do not lick his jaw, Kiara. Have some self-control.
Sure, what’s that?
I bit my lip. “Well, this face and body is a bonus. And you do want me for my pussy.”
“And these,” Ethan said, holding my breasts in his hands. “Fuck, I love them.”
He leaned down and kissed the bare skin on my chest and tugged open the buttons as his hot, wet mouth averted to the side to pepper soft kisses over my breast. I let out a small moan and raked my fingers over his wavy hair, tugging at it when he used his teeth to bite my hard nipple.
“Ethan.” I panted and forced him to look at me. “Tell me you don’t regret what happened last night. I want to hear you say it.”
He blinked at me as if to shake off the haziness. “Now that you mention it, I do regret one thing about last night . . .”
My heart thudded against my ribcage and I whispered, “What?”
“That I was stupid enough to date someone else when I could have taken you out on a nice date and this could have happened sooner,” Ethan replied with a smile, leaning closer and brushing my hair back to kiss my neck.
“And I could wake up naked with you in my arms and feel no remorse that I am attracted to my best friend.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, his silken lips coming closer until they landed at the corner of my lips. He was waiting for me to say something. But what could I say to him? I had no words. I didn’t expect him to confess that he had feelings for me. No, wait, he said attracted, right?
“What are you thinking, Bella?” His eyes bore into mine and I could feel warm tingles wherever our skin touched.
My hands slid down his neck and I kissed him. “You speak too much, Mr. Kane,” I murmured between our kisses, his hand on my lower back pushing me toward him.
I parted my lips when our kiss deepened, our gasps and breathy little moans surrounding us.
Everything around us faded into nothing.
All I could think about was Ethan. His large hands roamed over my body as if he was memorizing each and every curve, his lips kissing me hungrily, the sound of his groan when I moved my hips back and forth over his hard-on, the way our bodies melted into each other’s arms.
Ethan cursed softly, his voice filled with want and need when his lips descended down my jaw and neck. Gently kissing the hickeys from last night.
I moved my hips, grinding myself on him, and he leaned back, his eyes closed and jaw clenched. “You wanted my answer, right?” I whispered and kissed his neck, his pulse thrumming against my lips as I licked his Adam’s apple, teasingly kissing him when he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“It’s yes, Ethan,” I said, looking down between us and trailing my hands under his T-shirt, his abs tensing under my touch. I flickered my eyes to him and found his hooded dark eyes watching me. I licked my lips and removed his T-shirt over his arms, throwing it away, and kissed down his chest.
I couldn’t explore anything down his chest because Ethan cupped my face and kissed me. I loved the way I could feel his muscles shift under my touch and let out a small moan when he yanked open the buttons of the shirt I was wearing.
“If we are doing this then these”—he held my breasts and flicked his thumbs on my sensitive nipples—“are mine.” He growled in my ear and moved his hips so I could feel all his length rub over my sex.
I gasped, my hands holding on to his shoulders. Even though there were layers of clothes separating us, I could feel how hard he was, and I was sure he already knew how wet he made me.
He lowered his hand under the briefs I was wearing, and my eyes widened when he cupped my sex in his palm and gave it a squeeze, watching me as my lips parted. “And so is this pussy, capisce?”
Somehow, I had lost the ability to speak, so I nodded when he started rubbing my folds with his fingers. I bit my lips when I rocked my hips on his hand, sighing at the friction and the tight coil building in my stomach.
I paused and watched his face when I slid my hand under his sweatpants, flush creeping up his neck as my palm wrapped around his impressive hardened shaft. My eyes widened a little when I squeezed him. Ethan cursed under his breath when he twitched in my palm.
I managed to find my voice and said, “Only if this is mine, si?”
Ethan looked strained and I gave him a small smile, sliding my hand over his cock, feeling the ridges of veins and soft velvety skin. I sighed when he removed his hand from the briefs and so did I. We were making a deal here.
“Deal.”
“Deal.” I nodded. “How should we seal-mffgh! Okay.”
He interrupted me by landing his lips on mine and kissing me until we were panting for oxygen.
He opened his mouth, sucking on my lower lip, and heat pulsed in my lower stomach and I felt like melting in his arms. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
I moved on him to feel him stroking over my throbbing core, loving the feeling of him as I wondered how good it would feel if he was inside me.
His hands squeezed my ass, moving my hips on him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, fuck, Kiara,” he whispered, his sharp, warm breath falling on my neck. He kissed the swell of my breast, moving to wrap his hot mouth around my nipple and biting it.
My nails dug on his shoulder and I cried out his name, arching my chest to him, and closed my eyes.
Ethan took the lead and laid me down on the couch, moving over me and spreading my legs to settle himself between them.
I felt the hard shape of him and wanted to touch him, make him fall apart as he did to me last night.
I gasped when he shifted and his length pressed directly over my clit.
The only sounds that surrounded us were the muffled sound of the television and breathy moans and groans from both of us.
His hands were kneading my breasts, stimulating my sensitive nipples as I whimpered beneath him, my stomach tightening with the familiar ache.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he growled quietly, biting my earlobe.
Oh, fuck. I let out a loud moan and arched my back.
“Shit,” he grunted. “You feel so good, Bella.”
I hummed and said, “Can we do this without clothes? I want to feel you. Skin to skin.”
Ethan closed his eyes and dropped his head on my chest, kissing my breast. I clenched my legs around him and he let out a groan, his fingers on my waist tightening as he rocked against me, harder and faster.
“Oh, fuck, Kiara, don’t say things like that. I will be embarrassed and come in my pants.”
“Please, Ethan.”
Our carnal sounds surrounded us, and I knew he was close when he squeezed his eyes shut, holding me close and hiding his face in my chest. My own orgasm was on the edge, my stomach tightening with a throbbing ache.
Ethan held himself up on his elbows, his thrusts firm and hard as he looked down at me, his hair falling across his forehead.
He kissed my lips, swearing against my throat when we chased down our orgasm.
The hot, urgent feeling growing and growing until I fell down the peak, scratching his back with my nails to hold on to something as I kept falling, crying out his name.
He pushed twice and held me close, grunting into my neck as he came, his voice rough and warm on my skin. I held him close, running my fingers through his hair.
Ethan managed to push himself on his arms and smiled down at me. His cheeks were flushed as he dipped down and kissed my lips. “Hey, you.”
I grinned and was about to reply when someone knocked on the door. We froze and for a moment, I could hear every single noise in the room. The sound of the television, Ethan’s ragged warm breath on my neck, the sound of my small gasps and the way his muscled chest scraped over my bare chest.
“Ethan beta!”