Chapter 14 #2
I parted my lips to give him my piece of mind, but his lips met mine in a slow caress. There was no tongue involved, just lips to lips. He kissed me like I was fragile with such tenderness and bliss that I must've heard angels sing in the background. Or were they Demons cheering us?
Ethan pulled away just a little to stare into my eyes and I saw how his pupils widened with every emotion in his unmatched eyes. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as we kissed again. I melted under his firm hold on my waist, my toes curling when he bit my lower lip.
I tugged my hands again because I wanted to touch him, feel his jaw clench and unclench when he moved his head to deepen the kiss. I wanted to tug his hair when his expert tongue explored my mouth and his teeth bit my lips.
Feeling his lips on the corner of my mouth and his hot breath fanning my cheek made me nervous and excited altogether.
I didn't know when he removed my bra, so when his deft fingers roughly pinched my left nipple and kneaded my other breast, tweaking the hard nipple, I let out a very loud moan that I was sure could be heard in Ethan's room.
He placed an open mouth kiss to my sensitive nipple, biting it slowly while I groaned his name, making carnal sounds I didn't know I could make.
Ethan hummed appreciatively, kissing down my navel, his hair tickling my abdomen skin.
I shivered when his soft lips kissed my hipbone, his large, warm hands gliding down my legs and squeezing my thighs.
I was hot and bothered. I couldn't hold in my heavy breathing, racing heart, and gasps of pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and exploring my body with his soft yet firm lips, he removed my shorts with my underwear, cursing when he saw how wet I was.
Ethan made a throaty sound that sent chills directly to my core. "Fuck, Bella. Are you this wet for me?" he asked, sliding his finger from my slit to my core and sucking all the juices in his mouth.
Holycarrots!
I panted, nodding at him. “Yes, Ethan. Please.”
He hummed, “What do you want me to do, Kiara?”
“You enjoy seeing me frustrated while I am dripping for you?”
His eyes scorched my skin and my abdomen tightened when his eyes lowered slowly from my hands to my legs. All naked for him. He licked his lips. “Well, I do appreciate the sight.”
I groaned in annoyance, tugging my hands. “If you don't touch me right now, I have to invest in some vibrators.”
I did not just say that to my best friend while I was tied to my own bed.
But I did.
Ethan smirked. “We can play with that.”
We? Promise?
Before I could utter a smart reply, he leaned down and pecked my pussy. “Hello, mate. We meet again.”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so sexually frustrated with my hands tied and naked in front of my hot best friend. I let out a long gasp when his middle finger dipped inside me.
“Now, where were we? Hmm, yes. You have to forgive me and apologize for calling me weak and asswipe.”
I knew he really didn't mind me calling him weak or asswipe. He just wanted me to apologize. Jerk.
I cursed when he moved his one finger torturously slow while his thumb circled around my clit, not entirely touching the sensitive bud.
“I am not apologizing for—fuck, Ethan!” I arched my back, raising my hips when he added a second finger. I turned into a mess. He knew well how to push my buttons, especially the one with pleasurable nerve endings.
Ethan mischievously grinned at me, slowly moving his fingers in and out of me, making me moan and whimper every time my inner walls clamped around his digits.
“Sorry, Kiara, I didn’t quite hear you when you screamed my name.”
“I won't apologize—nonono, come back. Please,” I begged when he pulled away, my abdomen coiling with the pressure of release.
“Maybe you want to try that again, Bella,” he purred in my ear.
“Please, Ethan.”
I didn't know what I was begging for.
I moaned instantly when I felt his fingers inside me, stretching my walls. He smirked against my skin and slowly fucked me with his digits. Ethan curled his fingers in come-hither motion, and I writhed, blubbering words that didn't make sense when they pressed over the G-spot.
He pressed his thumb on my little nub, making me whimper his name with pleasure.
I moved my hips to meet his fingers and groaned when I heard the wet squelches of his fingers fucking me.
The air around us hovered with the scent of my feminine arousal, making me heady as I clenched his fingers. I was going to come any second.
But he pulled away, knowing I was about to orgasm. I almost wailed, rolling my head. “No!”
“Not yet. Apologize,” he said, lowering down and kissing my inner thigh. I didn't reply because I was moaning when I felt his hot breath fan on my dripping pussy. “Apologize, Kiara.”
Ethan placed an open mouth kiss on my nether lips. I whimpered, tugging my hands when I felt his teeth biting my swollen clit. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Fine, fine. I’m sorry,” I almost sobbed. Almost.
Pulling away just a little, he flickered his eyes up to me and smiled. “Wasn't that easy, Bella? Now, forgive me.”
I nodded and heard myself mutter, “Forgive you.”
Ethan flashed me a mischievous grin. “Good girl. Now, I will have my dessert.”
He plunged his tongue in my pussy, his one hand playing with my clit while the other pulled my lips apart for better access for his tongue. He was kissing and licking like a starved man, holding my thighs open when my legs trembled. He was making out with my nether lips and I was star-struck.
I screamed, feeling my stomach clench, “Jesus, Ethan! Shit . . . stop. Oh, God.”
Ethan pulled away instantly, making me frown and miss his touch. “Shit, did I hurt you?” His lips were covered in my juices and he was looking at me worriedly. “What happened?”
“Why did you stop?” I frowned, trying to control my ragged breathing.
In that surreal moment, I realized something very important. I loved seeing Ethan's face in between my legs. Hair wild, eyebrows hooded, pupils dilated, and eyes clouded with lust, his lips covered in my juices. I noticed every curve of his face in between my thighs so that I could paint it later.
He said, “You told me to stop, Kiara.”
I exhaled sharply. “When I say stop, Ethan, don't stop, okay?”
His eyes twinkled with feral hunger and gave a curt nod. “Noted.”
I forgot the count of orgasms he gave me after two—or was it three?
I was pretty sure it was four. Or five. I lay on my bed as his hands, fingers, and mouth did their magical work on my body and worshipped every inch of it.
Sometimes my legs were over his shoulders or pushed up to my chest. One time, he flipped me around and kept pillows under my hips, eating me out from behind.
Ethan finally stopped, pulling away with a satisfying grin and dizzy look on his face as if he was drunk.
‘Eighteen-year-old, drunk on pussy’ sure sounded like local news hit.
He whispered, “Christ. You look so fucking beautiful, Bella. If only you could see yourself right now.”
Ethan kissed me gently, prying my lips apart, and I moaned when I tasted myself on his lips, tongue, and mouth. His hands ran down my sides, holding my legs when they wrapped around his waist to feel his raging boner. I wanted to please him and return the favor.
But I was so tired and exhausted that I didn't feel him loosening the bonds on my wrists and gently rubbing his thumb over the red hues.
“Sorry if I hurt you,” he murmured, kissing my wrists.
I smiled with my drowsy eyes. "You didn't. You can never hurt me."
I trusted him as much as he trusted me.
His eyes twinkled with something I couldn't decipher and he leaned down to kiss me one more time.
But he never could.
“Kiara!”
I froze when I heard my brother's voice yell my name as he slammed the main door shut. Judging by the terrified expression on Ethan’s face, we both heard his footsteps coming toward my room.