Chapter 10 Ethan
ETHAN
The door clicks shut behind her, muffling the sound of laughter and music from the ballroom. For a moment, neither of us moves. The air is thick enough to choke on, scented with her perfume and the faint trace of champagne.
Barbara stands a few steps away, chest rising and falling, lips kiss-swollen and trembling. God, she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I can still taste her on my tongue.
She should run. She knows it. I can see the battle in her eyes—the part of her that’s smart enough to walk away, and the part that wants me to pin her against the wall and make her forget her own name.
I take a step closer. She doesn’t back away.
“Say it,” I murmur, voice rough. “Say no, and I’ll walk out right now.”
Her throat works as she swallows, eyes flicking to my mouth before she whispers, “You won’t.”
She’s right. I won’t.
Two steps, and I’ve got her caged between my body and the wall, her breath mingling with mine, her pulse a frantic drumbeat beneath my fingers.
“You’ve been driving me insane for months,” I growl, my thumb tracing her jaw. “Every look, every word… You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her hand finds my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. She presses closer instead, voice shaking when she answers, “Then show me.”
That’s all it takes to break the leash I’ve been holding onto since the first time I saw her.
I slam my mouth over hers, coaxing it open, invading it with my tongue. I can’t help the low moan that builds in my chest. Finally. Fucking finally.
I pull back just enough to speak against her lips. “I’m going to make you come so hard over my cock they’ll hear you over the musicians,” I promise.
Barbara gasps when I trail my mouth to her neck, and I bite down hard enough to leave an impression of my teeth. She squirms against me, whimpering, her fingers clutching my suit jacket like she can’t decide if she wants to push me away or pull me in closer.
I take her nipples into my mouth through the thin fabric of her rose-gold bridesmaid’s dress, sucking and nibbling, feeling it grow damp from my saliva.
“Ethan!” she shouts when I bite down again, her hips shooting forward to bump against mine. God, this woman makes me want her so bad I get aggressive.
I drop to my knees and pick up her skirt, bunching it in my hands. “Hold this, baby.”
She grabs hold with shaking hands, revealing white lace panties. The wet spot in the center ruins the innocence of their appearance in a way that makes my dick twitch in my pants, and I groan like a starving man faced with freshly baked bread.
I taste her through the lace, the scent of her honey mixing with that of clean laundry and sugar from her beauty products, my new favorite meal.
“You taste so fucking good, firecracker,” I moan. “Better than I could ever imagine. And I thought about it so much, you have no idea.”
“Ethan, I—”
“No,” I interrupt her, tearing the gusset of the panties—I’ll buy her ten more later. “You don’t get to stop me. Not when I finally get to make you come.”
I bury my nose between her folds, dragging it over her clit, wanting to get her arousal all over my face like warpaint. Barbara whimpers when I plunge my tongue into her clenching hole, and I’m right there with her, groaning and growling into her swollen pussy.
Worried I’ll come in my pants, I quickly rip open the front, the button ricocheting off the floor like a stray bullet, and squeeze my cock at the root.
“Fuck,” I hiss when my eyes roll into the back of my head. I’m going to embarrass myself before she comes, and my dick’s not even inside her yet.
Resolving to enjoy going down on her more thoroughly next time, I plunge two fingers from the hand not strangling my dick into her tunnel and wrap my lips around her clit.
“Oh,” Barbara sobs, unclenching one hand from her bunched-up skirt and grabbing the back of my head, pulling me in almost violently.
Baby, I’m not going anywhere.
Finding her G-spot, I attack it mercilessly, simultaneously sucking on the bundle of nerves outside like it’s hard candy.
I ease off just long enough to voice my desperate plea: “Cream on my hand, firecracker. Right fucking now or I’m going to come over your pretty heels.”
Her fingers tug painfully on the short strands of my hair, but I’m actually grateful for the burn, as it keeps me from painting her toenails with my cum like a simp with a foot fetish.
Barbara’s back bows off the wall, and she cries out with a high-pitched moan that will ring in my ears until the day I die.
Her pussy squeezes my thrusting fingers, and I can almost feel her orgasm pulsing through her clit.
“Fuck yeah, that’s my good girl,” I snarl, still brutally fucking her through the aftershocks.
When she starts catching her breath, I finally let the monster off its leash and get to my feet.
With a growl, I grab her and spin her around, bending her over the coatroom reception desk.
A second later, her dress is up, revealing her firm ass and the scraps of her lace panties.
I hold her down with a hand on her lower back and pull my dominant hand back.
Slap!
“Ouch!” Barbara protests. “What the fuck, Ethan?”
“This is for making me wait so fucking long,” I say, my voice like gravel.
I slap her again, harder this time, then rub my palm over the glowing handprint. Barbara moans, and I reward her by running my fingers over her sopping wet cunt.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? To make me so crazy that I have to punish you?”
“Y—you’re insane,” she hisses. “Get off me!”
“Yeah?” I place the tips of my fingers just at the entrance to her tunnel. “You don’t want this?”
“I hate you,” she whimpers, but at the same time, she scoots back, trying to impale herself on my hand.
“That’s what I thought, firecracker,” I say in a mocking tone.
I grab my cock and notch it at her opening. The urge to push in and fuck her is overwhelming, but I’ll let her take it, let her make that final move where there’s no going back.
“Show me, Barb,” I goad her. “Show me how much you hate me.”
With a resigned moan, she pushes back, taking the head inside.
“Yeah,” I grunt, slapping the side of her buttock. “Love the way you hate me, baby.”
“Shut up,” she says through clenched teeth, pushing back harder. I’d laugh if I wasn’t a dirty thought away from spilling while my cock’s still only half inside her. Instead, I brace myself with a hand on the desk next to her head, and push in until my pelvis is flush against her ass.
We both moan at the sensation, Barbara’s pussy fluttering over my rod, bringing me even closer to the edge.
New game plan, Ethan. Operation Make Barbara come again ASAP is a go.
I pull on her hair, lifting her head from the desk so she can look at me from the corner of her eyes.
“Don’t forget who’s fucking you, baby.” I punctuate my words with a hard thrust and twist of my hips. “This cunt belongs to Ethan Kane now.”
The spark of anger in her eyes has the opposite effect of a cold shower. It makes me want to mark my territory with my cum right this instant.
I reposition so I can reach under her, making sure her pussy rubs against my hand with every thrust.
“Don’t fight it, Barbara,” I tell her as my skin slaps against hers. “Let me see how good I make you feel.”
“You… don’t…” she grinds out, the words slurred.
“No? Then why is your pussy trying to squeeze the cum right out of me? It wants me to breed it, baby.”
“I—Ethan,” she moans, my name sounding even sweeter marked by surrender.
“Yes, baby,” I praise. “Say my name. Let everyone walking past the coatroom know who owns this sweet pussy.”
With one last desperate moan that sounds like complete surrender, Barbara comes on my cock, squeezing it so tight I see stars.
I suck in air. “Fuck. Barbara. Fuck!”
My ragged shout echoes in the dark as I flood Barbara’s womb with my release, her tunnel clenching and releasing repeatedly as her orgasm travels through her in waves. Her body twitches against mine, evidence of the pleasure I brought her. A pleasure she can never deny. Barbara is mine.
I fall over her back, bracing myself on my hands so I don’t crush her, then press my lips against her sweat-soaked neck, revealed by her updo.
“I love you,” I whisper, a truth I’ve known for months, one I can’t hold in anymore.
She freezes completely, even stops breathing.
Fuck. Me and my big mouth.
“Let me up.”
“Barbara—”
“N—no. We shouldn’t have done this. You’re insane.”
Her voice is somehow both shaky and icy. As I pull out of her, a flood of our mingled release trickles out of her pussy, making my cock twitch with interest despite my brain firing off alarms.
“I…”
I watch as she straightens her dress and squares her shoulders. Her chin goes up, that infuriating prideful stance I’m used to seeing on her. Her walls are back up. But her eyes are damp.
I reach for her, unsure if it’s for my benefit or hers. “Barbara…”
She pushes past me without a word, leaving me in the coatroom with my softening dick still out, staining my pants with our cum.
How did things go wrong so fast?