31. Cassidy
I didn’t think I could handle Ethan’s cock. There was pain the first time he thrust into me. But now there’s only intense pleasure. My aching core clenches in time with my rapid heartbeat, a frantic heat building deep inside me.
But it’s not the fact that he’s fucking me like a stallion that’s turning me on like this. It’s the look in his eyes. He’s not staring at me like some prize mare. A conquest. Just another way for him to get off.
There’s a stark intensity in his eyes, a determination. I’m not sure what it means. No one’s ever looked at me like this. Like a bomb could go off beside us, and he wouldn’t even blink.
My belly tightens as he looks down, watching his cock disappear into my clinging pussy. A rush of hedonistic awe floods me, and then gushes from my pussy, soaking his cock.
He slows, as if admiring the view, and shame warms my cheeks again.
I shove it away.
There’s no reason for me to feel shame. I love what he’s doing to me. Love the way he’s cherishing every moment. How he feels when he sinks deep inside, and the teasing tingle when he pulls out.
Amazement glitters in his eyes. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “Jesus, Cassidy, how can you be so goddamn perfect?”
My back arches off the desk. Maybe it was the angle he was penetrating me at. Maybe it was the way he was sinking his fingertips into my hips. Or fuck, maybe it was those words, spoken in a breathless whisper.
Awestruck.
Whatever it was, Ethan makes me come again.
And dear God, I’ve never felt anything like it.
It hits me like a freight train. Solid, powerful. And it isn’t over in a heartbeat like I’m used to.
Wave after wave of bliss ravages me. I throw my head back and let out a wordless yell.
“Fuck,” Ethan groans. “Your pussy isn’t letting me go.” He stays buried deep inside me, and I’m aware on some level that he’s begun strumming my clit.
“Stop. Stop!”
“Not a fucking chance. I’m ready to come, and I want you there with me.”
“I’m still—” I was going to say coming, but then Ethan bellows and grabs my ass, pulling me so hard against him that his cock slams into my cervix.
“Fuck!” I yell, leaving furrows on his wrists as I grab onto him. I can feel his balls emptying into my pussy, the heat of his cum spurting deep inside me.
He grinds against me, as if he’s trying to push his cock right through into my womb.
I’ve never felt fuller in my life.
Stretched to maximum capacity. And so full of cum, it leaks out of my pussy and drips down my asshole.
As if he realizes that he’s losing precious seed, Ethan drags a knuckle over my pussy, collecting the cum that’s oozed out. When he pulls out, he forces that finger inside me, making sure none of his cum escapes.
I lie there on the desk, my breasts heaving as I pant, my mind reeling as I try to figure out what the hell just happened.
Ethan teases a finger through my pussy, and I flinch when he brushes my asshole a moment later.
“No, please,” I whimper, rolling onto my side to stop him.
“Hm.”
I force my eyes open, and we stare at each other for a long moment before Ethan grabs my throat and pulls me up into a sitting position. I leave a wet streak over the desk as he drags me to the edge.
“Look at this mess you made,” he says, sliding a hand in my hair and turning me to face the desk. “Clean it.”
My face heats with anger, but I don’t even have time to resist before he’s pushing me face-first into the desk. I can feel my mulish nature kicking in, but as I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself, he strokes his other hand down my pussy.
I groan, and reluctantly stick out my tongue, lapping up the trail of cum from the desk’s dark green leather. For every lick, he brushes my pussy, and by the time I’ve done a decent enough job of cleaning his desk, my core is aching for his cock again.
“Such a good little toy,” he murmurs, giving me a hard spank on my pussy. I’m still gasping from the sting of his hand on my wet lips when he scoops me up and carries me effortlessly over to his king-sized bed.
This is only the second time I’ve been in his room, but it looks a hell of a lot better. Everything is neat and tidy, the bed made. Not even a spare sock in sight.
He lays me down on the silky sheets, cradling my upper body as he scoots me higher up the mattress and comes to lie on top of me. His massive body eclipses mine, but he cages me in with his elbows so I can still breathe under him.
From the feel of his cock hardening against my belly, I’m sure he’s going to fuck me again. But he cups my face, staring down into my eyes for a long moment before ducking his head and kissing me.
I lose all sense of time and space as he massages his lips with mine, and respond with a desperate mewl when his tongue slides into my mouth and claims me.
The kiss ends too soon, then he’s smoothing back the hair from my sweat-damp face as he rolls off me.
He opens his cupboard and takes out a clean pair of sweats and a shirt, dressing quickly before coming to stand at the foot of the bed. I’m sprawled on his sheets like a dead thing, my body still positioned exactly how it was when he climbed off.
I don’t think I can move.
I’m utterly exhausted, every nerve in my body thrumming as I come down from the orgasmic high I’ve been on for the past hour or more.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight,” he says.
“Not even a diamond?”
He snorts. “Diamonds are lifeless.” His eyes roam my body, a depraved smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take an opal any day.”
My head lolls to the side so I can watch him walk out. I really need to pee, but that means using my legs, and I don’t think I could even stand, let alone walk.
At least, that’s what I think until my roving eyes land on his desk.
Ethan’s laptop is there. I didn’t notice it when I first came into the room, seeing as I was running for my life, and then being fucked to death, but I’m sure as hell noticing it now.
My body shudders at the thought of what he’d do to me if he caught me trying to snoop again.
Then I hear Ethan’s voice, ever so faint, from down the hall. He’s in the library…and from the sounds of it, is staying there for the duration of his call.
I rush over to the desk, hesitating only a second before sliding into the leather chair positioned in front of the laptop. My finger hovers over the touchpad as I stare at Ethan’s desktop wallpaper. It’s a collection of gemstones, from a colorless diamond top left to a pitch black stone bottom right, and all the colors of the rainbow between.
I tap the touchpad and open his calendar.
There are quite a few appointments noted earlier in the year, but they become few and far between just after Christmas. There’s nothing on the 11th of April, and when I search for Rebecca or Monroe, I don’t get any hits.
Chewing on my lip in frustration, I open his emails. I quickly type in the word Rebecca into his search bar.
No hits.
I try Monroe next.
Nothing.
Shit!
I scroll through his emails, trying to think of a new keyword. Ethan’s inbox is full of emails. It seems he never moves things out into separate folders or anything. I’ll just have to backtrack to April and see if there’s anything there.
One week.
One month.
Two months.
Three months. Four.
I scroll even faster, not bothering to read any of the emails I fly past. There might be other crucial information for me to find, but I have precious seconds until Ethan’s back in the room. According to Rebecca, she had an appointment on the 11th of April. That’s where I need to look next.
Ethan laughs faintly.
Is he still in the library?
When I see an email dated the twenty-ninth of April, I slow down my scrolling. My eyes race over the screen as I search for something incriminating. Most of these emails are part of a long chain of correspondence, and none of them seem to have come from my mother.
She could have been using a pseudonym, of course, but I don’t even find a reference to a meeting he might have had April eleventh.
Unless he deleted all the incriminating evidence.
I hear a noise, and it sounds much closer than the library. Panicking, I slam the laptop closed and jump up from the chair.
“Still need..?” Ethan asks from the doorway, but his voice quickly trails away. “Cassidy?”
“In here!” I call from the bathroom. I tiptoe over to the toilet, wincing as I lift the lid before slowly lowering myself down.
Fuck, that was close.