Chapter 11 #3
His gritty groan sounded far away, and true to his word, he didn’t stop. With a tight grip on my thigh, he started fucking me long and hard, and he wrapped my legs around his hips too, allowing him to go deeper.
I was fucking lost. The pleasure and burning sting had me in a choke hold, and I never wanted to escape.
Good Christ, he was everywhere. That stretchy burn was all-consuming, and it intensified every ounce of euphoria in a way I had never experienced before.
It was raw fucking passion.
Before I was even aware of my descent from the high, I was clinging to him, spurring him on, kissing him, and begging for more. He cursed and pulled out, and he didn’t say a word. He just smacked my thigh and twirled a finger, a silent command for me to get on all fours.
I had no words to describe how sexy he was, resting there on his knees, with his hard cock glistening from my wetness, and he was stroking himself while eye-fucking me.
I scrambled into position as fast as I could, and then I felt him behind me. His rough and greedy hands kneading my ass cheeks, his cock pressing against my pussy. He shifted one hand to my spine and pressed down a little, so I arched and pushed out my ass.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered. He gripped his cock again, and then he was back inside me, stretching me out and reaching deeper.
I fisted the sheets and pushed back against every thrust. I stopped giving a crap about how loud I was, and I lost track of time.
Every moment was about wanting to feel as much as possible, even if it burned or stung.
On particularly forceful thrusts, he punched the air out of my lungs, and I disappeared deeper into the abyss.
I couldn’t fucking believe how expertly someone else could work my body.
At some point, he pulled me back on him and ordered me to fuck myself on his cock.
I had to be running out of whimpers soon. I sounded so desperate.
He kissed my neck and pushed my tits together. “That’s a good girl. Take everything you need.”
That’s a good girl.
Speaking of the magic words…
I began panting as I took him in over and over, and he kept playing me like a fiddle. He rubbed my clit in persistent circles with two fingers and pushed me closer to another cliff.
My knees hurt after a while, and he probably noticed. He changed our positions again, and soon, I was flat on my back, and he was fucking me into the mattress with one of my legs over his shoulder.
I gasped and screwed my eyes shut. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t want him to stop. I’d lose it if he teased me now. He reached so deep when my leg was up, and I could literally hear how wet I was.
He was multitasking enough as it was, so I took over and rubbed my clit, and he definitely liked the sight of that. He peered down between us as he fucked me harder, and he shook his head.
“I’m not sure I can get enough of this, Natalie.”
I shuddered and dug my head into the pillow, back arching, pleasure coursing, and those needy sounds falling out with every thrust.
“You’re almost there,” he murmured, out of breath. “Let me see you lose it.”
“So close,” I moaned. “Fuck, Ethan. Ethan, I—oh my God.” I sucked in a breath as I lost the fight, and then I was coming again.
He groaned and jackhammered into me, fueling my orgasm, and he was close too.
Right there. His thrusts became irregular before he slammed into me.
He buried his face against my neck and latched on, sucking on my flesh while the sensation of his scruff made me shiver and drew out the last of my climax.
In the end, I had nothing more to give, and I collapsed and melted into the mattress with him on top of me. Lungs burning, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart thundering.
“Jesus fuck,” he exhaled.
He gently released my leg and lowered it, then pressed his lips to my temple.
I shivered and tilted my head, needing a kiss, and he smiled and gave it to me.
“I…” I took a breath. “I don’t think I can get enough of this either. Enough of you.”
That seemed to keep the smile in place. “Good, because I’m keeping you.” He withdrew his cock slowly, but I still winced at the soreness. “It’s possible I overheard you and your sister on the phone today.”
“What?” I chuckled, confused.
He smirked, but there was no cockiness to it. More like, he wasn’t sure how I was going to react, so he braced himself. At the same time, he got out of bed and folded down the duvet.
“Get under,” he instructed. “I’m gonna trap you under the covers so you can’t escape if you get mad at me.”
I had no idea what I’d be mad about. Overhearing a conversation—what conversation? Oh, wait. I had talked to Chloe right before Ethan showed up.
I switched positions and snuck under the softest duvet known to man.
“I saw the door was open when I passed earlier, and it bugged me,” he said. “I was ready to give you the business on safety when I heard you joke about breaking up Gray and Darius so you wouldn’t have to see me.”
“Oh no.” I smacked a hand over my face and cringed with mortification. “I’m so embarrassed, Ethan.”
“Okay, stick with that—and ignore the fact that I creeped on you,” he went on. “Obviously, I listened in. But then…”
And then. Yeah.
I peeked through my fingers, not too surprised to see the satisfaction in his expression.
“You overheard me telling Chlo that I was too hooked on a Quinn,” I stated.
He grinned and snuck under the covers too, right next to me. “You fucking bet.” He leaned in and kissed the hand that I refused to remove from my face. “Made my day too. I’ve been trying to get closer to you for a long time. But all those mixed signals you sent me…”
I groaned and buried my face in the pillow instead. “Don’t remind me. I’ve been acting all erratic.”
“Well. A bit hot and cold, anyway,” he chuckled. “How long are you gonna hide your face for?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He shifted even closer and started pressing kisses to my hair and my shoulder. Meanwhile, one of his hands wandered under the covers, tracing my hip and down to my butt.
“I’m hoping the painkillers worked,” he murmured.
They must’ve. I was tired and a little sensitive, but the headache was gone.
“I feel better.” Unable to help myself, I snuggled into his arms and closed my eyes.
I was too satisfied and content to let any embarrassment linger.
More than that, I felt that I didn’t need to filter myself anymore.
“I didn’t think I was your type,” I admitted.
“Hence running hot and cold. I was trying to keep my crap together.”
He hummed and slipped an arm under my pillow. “My type for a good first impression is a beautiful woman with attitude. You have both in spades. The rest is chemistry.”
At that, I had to peer up at him. “You’re kind of incredible, you know that?”
He kissed me on the forehead. “I tried to tell people, and they just called me arrogant.”
I laughed and smacked his chest lightly—and I lingered there. I dropped my gaze to his chest and brushed my fingers through his chest hair. Maybe it hadn’t grown out fully yet.
“I like this,” I murmured.
He hummed again. “Yeah, I’ve gone through some changes too.”
“Trust me, I’m aware. I’m your latest Instagram stalker.”
He shook with a silent laugh. “I can live with that.”
I leaned in and kissed his chin. “I love seeing you comfortable. You’re more at ease now.”
He nodded minutely. “In retrospect, I’ve struggled for years to just fuckin’ unclench. I guess I finally reached my limit.”
“Type A personality or just overambitious small business owner?”
He weighed his answer. “It’s probably part of a longer story on a topic that doesn’t really qualify as sexy pillow talk.
It involves years of having three brothers in the military, making an actual difference in the world, while I was waiting at home to set up rehabilitation routines for their battle injuries. ”
But, ohhh! He couldn’t say something like that and expect me to drop it.
I eased my leg up his hip and tried to keep things light. “Does the pillow talk need to be sexy?”
Some of the heat from before returned to his eyes, and he moved his hand firmly up my leg, up my thigh, and leaned in to kiss me.
“Natalie, I finally have you in my bed. We can talk about my former issues another time.”
Have mercy on me, he made me feel downright giddy. Even more so when he rolled on top of me and tried to deepen the kiss. But, good sir, I wasn’t going to be derailed that easily.
“You make a difference too, you know.” I cupped his cheek and brushed my lips to his. “I hope you know that. You help people every day.”
He smiled ruefully. “I’ve made my peace with things, I promise.
It was my problem, nothing that anyone else ever made me feel.
My brothers and I love to give each other shit, but we have each other’s backs.
I was the one who felt I had to assert myself somehow when Ryan came home with medals or Darius saved someone’s life. ”
I supposed that made sense. For the longest time, I’d envied my sister’s big family. She had her boys and ran her own bed-and-breakfast, while I’d…wandered aimlessly, trying to get my own business off the ground.
I combed my fingers through Ethan’s hair, and he closed his eyes and rested his forehead to mine.
“I’m looking forward to learning more about you, though. Just so you know.” I kissed him quickly. “But obviously not right now. The pillow talk needs to be sexier. This is starting to become embarrassing.”
He smirked and flashed me another heated look. “I know the perfect fix for that, because I need you again.”
Sweet Jesus, yes, let’s go.