Chapter 11 #2
He gave me another deep kiss, then eased back and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. The lust in his eyes was so unmistakable that it made it easier for me to silence my doubts about myself. He wanted this, I repeated mentally. He wanted me. I turned him on.
He got off the couch, doing fuck-all to hide how hard he was in his sweats, and he extended a hand to me.
“I don’t wanna wait another minute,” he said.
I flushed and slipped my hand into his, and he tugged me up to my feet. Then we were walking into his bedroom, where a king-sized bed was waiting for us. Only the right-side nightstand lamp was lit, and it put me at ease to get out of the spotlights, literally.
He stepped behind me as I stopped in front of the bed, and he dropped an openmouthed kiss to my neck. At the same time, he eased his hands up my front, cupping my tits roughly, before his fingers went for the buttons of my shirt.
“I don’t fuck unprotected,” he murmured against my skin. “But I want to with you.”
Hnngh.
“You know I’m on birth control already, after your initial gazillion interview questions… And I’ve been tested since last time—”
“Good.” He cut me off and finished unbuttoning my shirt. “You have nothing to worry about on my end either.”
I wasn’t sure that was true. He might only want something casual or—fuck it. I wasn’t gonna worry about it. Right now, I wanted to get fucked six ways to Sunday, and something told me Ethan could do that.
He stayed behind me while he dropped my shirt on the floor, and his hands never left my body.
“Christ, I’ve thought about this so many times…” He flicked off my bra next, and he didn’t offer any space for potential worries anyway. He cupped my tits again, went back to kissing my neck, and his lust was written all over.
With that boost of confidence, it was my turn. I spun around and sat down on the foot of the bed, and I peered up at him as I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his sweats.
His jaw ticked, and he hauled his T-shirt over his head.
My God.
Why would he ever have shaved his chest hair? It’d grown back, and it was so sexy. All of him was.
In case it was a sensitive topic, I didn’t mention it, but I had every intention of showing him how much he turned me on. Starting with my mouth on his big cock.
I tugged down his sweats, and no underwear stood in my way. Fucking hell, there he was. That was going to hurt a bit, and I couldn’t wait.
I brushed my fingers along his cock and looked up at him again, and he tilted his head and just watched me.
Without breaking eye contact, I sucked him in slowly, and he let out a long breath.
“No fuckin’ words,” he murmured. He combed his fingers into my hair and released it from the hair tie. “Stop me if you get uncomfortable, all right? I already lost it around you. My only plan tonight was to ask you out.”
I’d smile if his cock weren’t filling my mouth.
If I made him lose control, I truly had nothing to worry about.
It was an incredibly liberating sensation.
I swirled my tongue around him and closed my eyes, and I eased my hands up the backs of his muscular thighs.
He exhaled again and went back to touching me. My jaw, the corners of my lips that stretched around him, my neck, down my shoulders…
“Fuck,” he whispered. “What a sight. That’s it—keep sucking me.”
I clenched my thighs together and redoubled my efforts, wanting to get him off before we went any further.
He started fucking my mouth unhurriedly, in long, measured thrusts, and he groaned under his breath when he hit the back of my throat.
I spurred him on.
He got rougher.
I made a needy sound on the upstroke, and he hissed and wrapped my hair around his fist.
Use me thoroughly, rightly, and roughly.
“Goddamn sexy.” He reached down and kneaded one of my breasts, pinching the nipple.
His touches left a trail of blazing heat behind, and it pushed me into a puddle of filthy fantasies in which he marked me, filled me over and over, and couldn’t get enough of me.
He threw gasoline on the fire by shaping his fingers along my throat, like he wanted to choke me.
“You need to stop soon. I’m getting close.”
I was doing no such thing.
I breathed through my nose and dug my fingernails into the flesh of his thighs, and I dragged them up to his sexy ass.
He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair. “I fucking warned you, Natalie. I’m gonna come.”
So, come.
He fucked my mouth faster, and he pushed deeper, and I took it all. I craved every sound he made, and I wanted him to flip his shit. I wanted him to lose all control and go savage on me.
Maybe that was dawning on him.
He hissed and cursed, and then his thrusts became jerky until he began coming in hot ropes down my throat.
I choked and swallowed as fast as I could. It was a good thing I still had my leggings on, because I was fairly sure I was soaked enough to create a wet spot on the bed.
My lungs started burning, but he withdrew his cock before I had to pull away, and I wasn’t sure whose breathing was more labored. But he clearly had more energy, because he didn’t waste a second pushing me back onto the bed and yanking down my leggings. And my panties.
“Get higher up on the bed. It’s my turn.”
I bit my lip and complied, scooting up. “Um, how about we save oral for another day. You showered before you left the gym. I showered this morning.”
He wrinkled his forehead in confusion, and I spotted some mirth in his eyes too.
“Beautiful, I can already smell you, and I want my tongue buried ASAP.”
For crying out loud. Maybe I wasn’t used to a man who was so blunt and shameless.
“Tomorrow, then,” I said. “You, me, in the shower.”
Judging by the added dose of lust in his eyes, I’d say he liked the idea.
“Deal,” he murmured. Then he crawled up my body as my head hit the pillows, and he stopped at my breasts and hummed.
He was taking his sweet time. My thighs and my tits seemed to be favorites so far.
“Your thighs have driven me crazy for weeks. Don’t get me started on your ass. ”
For weeks?
I pushed myself up on my elbows and parted my legs more. “Then maybe I should get on all fours for you?”
God, I freaking loved watching the tension flit across his face. When his desire grew so intense that he had to clench his jaw to hold back.
“In a moment.” He dipped down and kissed the tops of my breasts, and he kinda just stayed there for a while. He cupped one from underneath and kneaded it, sucked on my nipple, and slowly but surely drove me bonkers.
What was his recovery period like?
“I wanna fuck your tits one day. And come…right here.” He drew a finger along my cleavage. “Fuck me, they’re perfect.”
I drew an unsteady breath and wished I could clench my thighs again, but he was in the way.
Calling any part of me perfect was something else. I wasn’t one of those whose body image was constantly down in the dumps, but sure, the weight gain after Brad had taken its toll. I couldn’t deny that.
“Kiss me, Ethan.”
He glanced up at me and smiled, and instead of answering, he closed the distance between us once more and kissed me hard. Deep. With so much passion. But the best part was when his body pressed down on me too. I threw myself into another make-out session and stuck to him like a Band-Aid.
He seemed to get off on that.
“So sexy,” I breathed, raking my nails down his shoulder blades. “I need you.”
He hummed into the kiss and slipped a hand between my legs. “Those are the magic words.”
I stifled a grin and nipped at his bottom lip. “Calling you sexy?”
He chuckled huskily and ghosted his knuckles along my slit. “Or that you need me.”
We locked eyes just as he teased his middle finger closer to my clit, and I saw so much more than desire in his eyes. Maybe he wanted more too. Maybe.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again, deciding right then and there to go back to full honesty.
I’d show him. He’d already admitted to wanting to ask me out, so I could go one step further and make sure he knew where he had me.
I wanted him so much. I wanted to know everything about him.
I wanted to take care of him and be there for him.
I let out a moan as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me, all while rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit, and he took advantage and deepened the kiss further.
“There we go,” he whispered. “That’s gonna be a tight fit for my cock soon.”
“I need it,” I gasped. “Please.”
“Soon,” he repeated against my lips.
But why? He was already getting hard again. I could feel him.
He applied pressure everywhere, and I arched my back to get more. He felt so fucking good.
“Speaking of sexy…” He teased the tip of his tongue against mine and curled his fingers inside me. “Fucking hell, Natalie.”
He finger-fucked me faster with each kiss, causing my breath to hitch and my face to flush with heat.
“That’s another spot I wanna come,” he murmured. “All over your tight little pussy.”
I made another needy sound and clamped down around him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he pressed. “Fuck you full of my come and see it trickle out.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Please, Ethan.”
“Not yet.” He went even faster, and I started shaking as the pressure built up within. Bliss rushed through me and fired me up. “I gotta stretch you out a little.”
He was fucking killing me. I threw my head back against the pillow and moaned loudly.
“Time to let go, sweetheart. I’ll give you my cock the second you start coming.”
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.
“I’ll fuck you through your orgasm, and I won’t stop. Trust me. I wanna feel every muscle inside you milk my cock.”
That did it. The pleasure crashed down on me, and I threw an arm over my face as I was catapulted into the orgasm. Maybe I was a little too loud too. I couldn’t help it—
I choked. In a split second, his fingers disappeared, and he pushed the head of his cock inside me, quickly followed by the rest. All the way in, hard and deep, causing another explosion to go off.