Chapter 23
ETHAN
It was, dare I say, funny to watch Kiara squirm the entire ride to my mothers’ house. She kept wriggling in the seat, biting her lips, sighing and clutching my hand. I had to bite my lip from chuckling when she glared at me, gripping my hand.
I was sure that she wanted to bite my head off.
I had woken her up with my tongue lapping over her wet cavern, groaning at her delicious feminine taste.
But I wanted to tease her to the edge, so when she cried out that she would do anything to make her come, my mind went to the gutter.
Today was Eveline’s birthday, and we were driving to my moms’ house.
I had wrapped Kiara as my own personal gift.
After showering, I had taken care of patting her body dry with a towel and applied lotion all over her body without making any sex jokes or innuendos.
It was a turn on for both of us to let me touch her in such an intimate way.
It also meant that she had gone halfway into her subspace, and it made my ego boost that her body and mind reacted in such a way just by my mere touch and how much she trusted me.
I let her stand in front of the mirror, the same one we had sex in front of, and started wrapping a black-colored nylon rope around her petite body.
With her arms raised and eyes closed, I had passed the rope under her aching breasts, making sure it was tight enough to make her aware of the rope on her skin and comfortable enough that she could move around easily.
Kiara had squirmed when I twined the rope over her hips, thighs, and the sides of her slick folds, but she let me without using any safe words.
It was a Hishi Karada rope dress, and she looked stunning in it.
She had complained that it was too much for her and she would curse me in front of my mothers if I teased her too much.
I had simply grinned at her and told her to ditch the bra. She wore a velvet wrap dress that hid the minor bumps and coils of the rope underneath. Every step she took made the rope tighten around her and I relished in the small sighs she made.
My mothers were excited to see us when they opened the door, hugging and kissing us on the cheeks. Everything was decorated in baby pink, blue, green, and yellow. Keeping the gifts, I walked upstairs to find my little bean who was supposed to be combing her hair all by herself.
“Hey, Evey,” I grinned, looking in the mirror and crouched down beside her.
She hugged me, burying her face in my neck as I lifted her and rubbed her back.
We talked for a while, sitting down on her twin-size bed.
She was getting taller and reached my hips while her blonde hair was getting straighter and brushing her shoulders.
Eveline asked me to braid her hair when Kiara knocked on the door and asked if she could join us.
“I brought some cupcakes for the birthday girl,” she said excitedly and watched Eveline blush, her bubbly cheeks getting red when she saw Kiara grinning at her.
I leaned back on my hands and watched my little sister talk with my girlfriend. They talked about hair, nails, and dresses. I loved how comfortable they both were around each other, and I almost didn’t hate the part when Eveline talked about her boy crush. Almost.
“Did you just say boy?” I asked, straightening up. They both turned toward me and Kiara gave me a let-her-be-it’s-her-birthday look.
But I ignored that look and being a good brother, I asked her who was her crush.
“His name is Mark, and he shares his lunch with me,” she chirped and held my face in her small hands, “He even has blue eyes like you, Ethan!”
“If he reminds you of me, then he should be considered your brother, sweetheart,” I explained, but Kiara took her away from me, spoiling my sister with cupcakes and talking about boys.
Man, she grew up too fast.
We had lunch with Eveline’s friends, including Mark, who I couldn’t stop glaring at until Kia pinched my butt. The cake was of Thor, her favorite superhero, and it was a fun time hanging out with kids except for the amount of noise and screaming or the flirtatious smiles of cougars.
The lunch went much better as I kept teasing Kiara when she served slices of pizzas to kids. She gave me the stinkiest glare she could muster and told me to piss off and help while I tried keeping my hands to myself. She looked hot when she was angry.
It was dinnertime and Eveline’s nanny, Carol, had arrived with her twin daughters much to my dismay. Her daughters were seniors in college who sometimes babysat Eveline if both my moms had the same shift and I had to work. It was good because she was a great nanny and loved taking care of Eveline.
The bad part was that I had slept with her in my second year of college when we both were home. I was so not proud of myself at that moment.
“Why does Eve’s nanny and her daughters keep glaring at me?” Kiara asked, taking out the plates and turning to me. “Do I have something on my face?”
Like a charmer, I pecked her cheek. “Why, yes, of course. It’s called being beautiful, Bella.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me, her brows furrowing.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Uh oh.
I sighed, running a hand over my face, “I may or may not have slept with her.”
“What?”
“And the twins,” I mumbled.
Kiara didn’t say anything, so when I looked at her, she seemed speechless. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “Together?”
“What?” I exclaimed, “Of course, not!” I remembered something, “Well, maybe one time with the twins, but . . . no, not really.”
“Hai Bhagwan,” she said something in Gujarati and I only caught something like ‘my God.’
I held her arm and raised her chin to make her look at me. “Does it matter that I have slept with so many women?”
Kiara shook her head, “Of course not, E. That was your past and it was your choice. I don’t care if you wanted to wait until marriage or take part in orgies. You are an adult and you made choices that helped you cope.”
She tipped on her toes and gave me a brief kiss on my lips. A wild and sexy look clouded her brown eyes as she whispered, “Because at the end of the night you are warming my bed and body.”
My eyes widened when she squeezed my butt before letting go. Winking at me, she left the kitchen and took the plates with her to the dining room. I looked down and realized I was getting turned on by Kiara’s words as I readjusted myself.
Holy shit, that was hot.
There were eight chairs placed around the dining table, three on either side and two at the center.
My mothers sat across each other while Carol and her daughters sat across from me.
Kiara was on my left and Eveline was on my right.
The sexual tension around the table was increasing tremendously until my mom started talking about me and Kiara.
Eveline asked small questions about us throughout the meal, wondering how gorgeous our babies would look together. I had to pat Kiara’s shoulder when she coughed on water, her face red while I tried to concentrate on the piece of broccoli. But now I was wondering about it too.
Would they have my different colored eyes or chocolaty brown like Kiara’s? Would they have dimples? Would they have dark onyx hair like mine or wavy brown like Kia’s?
I was chewing my food when I felt something weird on my ankles.
Swallowing the food content, I realized it was Carol giving me a flirtatious smile and trailing her toe over my leg.
A second later, Kiara’s hand landed on my thigh, laughing about the time when I went to India with her together and giving a stink eye to Carol in a flicker of a moment.
Biting off my smirk, I ate my food, watching my woman take the lead as she teased me, massaging my thigh and trailing her hand up. I held my breath when she wrapped her hand around my crotch, giving me a slow squeeze. I twitched underneath the ministrations of her palm.
I grinned at what my mother said and leaned over to whisper in Kiara’s ear, “I am going to spank your ass red when we get alone, Bella. Unless you stop teasing me this instant.”
Her eyes twinkled when she gave me a hard squeeze underneath the table and replied, “Make me, Ethan.”
Holding her hand, which was stroking me, I squeezed it and could not wait to get her alone after dinner. She was asking for it, and her wish was my command.
They further talked about Kiara’s book, and my mothers were surprised when they received a signed hardcover from her. Not to mention, she had brought more books for each of them and children’s books for Evey.
Smiling at my parents, I finished my dinner, helping them put the dishes in the dishwasher. I let them chat with Carol and the daughters while I held Kiara’s arm and took her upstairs to Evey’s room as mine was filled with birthday presents and decorations.
“Not your sister’s room, Ethan,” she whispered when I locked the door behind me, her eyes widening.
I gave it a thought. “We won’t fit in a bathroom and it will be too risky.”
I nodded toward the bed, removing my belt and unzipping my pants, “Face down, ass up.”
“Say please.”
I stared at her, raising my brow.
She sighed. “I was joking, E.”
Kiara propped herself on her elbows on the small bed and bent down. “How’s the view?”
“Fucking marvelous,” I whispered, standing behind her. I admired her submission and how much she trusted me to take care of her.
I untied the dress and raised it to her back so I could gaze at her perfect round ass pushing toward me.
When I touched her lower back, her hips moved involuntarily asking for more.
I found the remote of the small television and turned it on because I didn’t want my parents or sister to hear us going at it.
Increasing the volume, I stepped back a little and held her hair.
“Are you ready?” I asked, tugging them back, her back arching deliciously.
She gasped, “Please, Ethan.”
My hand stung as it came down on her ass, her entire body moving with a jerk, but I held her, striking her in alternate smacks, giving her little time to breathe.
Her soft cries and the sound of my hand striking against her ass surrounded us.
Each time my hand retreated, she pushed her hips back asking for more.
Letting go of her hair, I squeezed and massaged her red burning skin with my palm. I leaned down and kissed her soft, sore skin, eliciting a moan from her.
“Ethan!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder. “You did not just bite my ass.”
I smirked and stood up to my full height, “Sure did, Bella.”
Her tongue seeped out, wetting her pink lips when I pulled myself out of the confines of my pants, positioning myself over her heated core.
My eyes flickered to her and waited for her permission.
She looked down, pushing herself back slowly, taking the red bulbous head inside her as we both groaned in unison.
Holding her waist, I sunk myself inside her in one slow thrust, clenching my jaw. Her walls clamped around me in such a way I thought I would come inside her without even trying. Taking a deep breath, I reared back and slammed inside her.
“Oh, shit.” Kiara gasped, “Harder, Ethan.”
My eyes flared with lust, and I gave her what she craved.
Driving myself in and out of her, each time bumping against the rough scrap of her g-spot as her hips moved back toward me.
I leaned over her, holding the ropes and knots of the Hishi Karada dress.
I fondled her breasts when my hips rolled and thrust inside her, eliciting foreign carnal sounds.
My hand trailed down to roll her clitoris as she came, groaning my name and wringing the sheets in her fists. Pulling back, I increased my pace, elongating her orgasm, and spanking her ass as her cries of pleasure grew louder.
“Come for me, Kiara,” I growled, our skin slapping against each other and her walls clenching me each time the smack reverberated through her skin to core.
Kiara whimpered, “I-I can’t. I am too sensitive.” But her hips moved back each time I reared back.
Squeezing her ass, I muttered, “Come on, Bella. Give me one more orgasm.”
I moved slowly because I did not want to orgasm until she came. As my thrusts got deeper and slower, rocking her body against me, her moans increased. Even the small bed thumped against the wall with each thrust.
“Ethan.”
I swelled inside her and gave a small jerk to her body as she clenched me, her walls convulsing when she orgasmed. Coming inside her, I grunted and gave a few sloppy thrusts and held her waist when her legs trembled from the aftershocks.
Licking my lips, I smacked her butt, sinking on my knees and laving my tongue over her soaked pussy.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she grumbled when I squeezed her ass and ate her out, driving another orgasm from her.
Her scent intoxicated me when she came again, crying out my name and begging me to stop.
Finally, accomplished with her dizzy about-to-pass-out state, I licked her dry and stood up. Gently holding her in my arms, I laid her down on the bed and tucked the strands away from her face as she gazed at me from her half-lidded eyes.
“You look so fucking beautiful in post-coital bliss,” I murmured, pecking her lips, and squeezed her hand. “Makes me hard just looking at you.”
Kiara chuckled, her voice husky. “You and your stamina. Do you ever stop talking dirty, Ethan?”
My eyes roved over her half-covered body. I shook my head, “Not when it comes to you.” I noticed the small shivering in her body and asked if she wanted me to remove the Karada rope dress.
“As much as I like it . . . not right now, I feel like I am going to faint,” she murmured and for a second, I got worried, so I removed it from her body.
Where the rope was tight and looped in knots, her skin had small prints, and I felt bad that I couldn’t shower her and tuck her in.
But Kiara stood up after a while telling me she was fine, orgasming three times in ten minutes had made her dizzy.
I fixed the bed, knowing I had to put the sheets in the washing machine. She went to the washroom to clean herself up. I had messed up her hair, dress, and a bit of makeup. I couldn’t help but smirk proudly.