Chapter 16 Ethan
ETHAN
I’m not done with Barbara.
She said I didn’t last long earlier? We’ll see if she can stay conscious for as long as I want to keep giving her orgasms now.
“End program,” I murmur to the system even as I continue my onslaught on my firecracker’s pussy. The warehouse changes immediately, the sounds dying off, low ambient lighting replacing the projections on the ceiling and walls.
Next, I reach for Barbara’s goggles with my free hand, carefully unstrapping them, making sure none of her blonde strands get stuck in the clasps before throwing the headset aside.
Reluctantly, I pull out and flip her onto her back.
The way she blinks up at me, coming back to reality after the sim—it’s priceless.
Her eyes widen when she catches sight of me as I really am—an enhanced version of the hacker mask she got in photo exchanges with Seb, dress shirt torn open, hard cock jutting out of my open slacks, glistening with her juices and mine.
I sit back on my heels, my knees in the puddle she made when she came, spread her legs, and pull her into my lap with her head still on the floor.
I grab my cock. I need to get back inside her.
Barbara moans weakly when I push in, feeling the extra resistance the dildo in her ass provides with every conquered inch.
“Ethan… too much,” she complains, her head lolling to the side. She’s high on endorphins, head in the clouds, body too sensitive.
“Not enough,” I whisper. “I’ll never get enough of you, firecracker.”
I start fucking her again, moving her body on my dick like she’s just my toy, a receptacle for my cum. Her tits bounce with the motions, the flimsy bra doing nothing to keep them in place. Impatiently, I reach over to pull the cups down, feasting my eyes on her hardened nipples.
My balls start tightening fast, and I know I’ll need to take another break soon—time to make my firecracker come again. I angle her body until her eyes fly wide open on the next thrust.
There it is. That’s the spot.
“Time to come for me again, little bee.”
“N—no, please…” she protests even as her hands reach for her breasts to pull on her nipples.
I’m pretty sure it’s obvious to both of us you love it when I fuck you, firecracker.
I spit on her pussy and run my fingers through the mess, rubbing it all over her swollen clit. It’s hot under my fingertips, and I swear I can feel her erratic heartbeat in it. I start rubbing it in tight circles as my hips thrust up shallowly, just enough to nudge against her G-spot.
She’s sobbing with every breath, her eyes screwed shut as if she can block out the sensations.
“Look at me, Barbara,” I say quietly. “Look at what’s fucking you.”
Her gorgeous brown eyes connect with the mask—her pupils are blown to hell. I think maybe one more orgasm is all my girl needs right now. That’s alright.
“Give me one more, love. Come with me.”
Barbara bites her lip as her lower stomach muscles start twitching and her pussy starts fluttering over my dick. I rub faster, fuck into her harder.
“I’m about to flood you. Give you everything I got. And you’re gonna take it.”
Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she clenches around me, making moving almost impossible.
“Ah, hell!” I shout, my cock starting to kick inside her with my orgasm. Barbara’s release flows over us, weaker this time, but still enough to drive me wild.
I’m moaning her name like a mantra with every new spurt of cum, fucking her through her release, my fingers petting her clit to bring her down slowly.
“Fuck, Barbara,” I whisper, my head drooping on my shoulders. “Fuck.”
I pull her up into my arms and bury my nose into her hair, wishing I could feel her warm pussy flutter over my cock until the day they bury me.
Barbara’s breathing eventually slows. Her muscles go from trembling to soft and warm against me, her soft cheek pressed to my shoulder.
I lay her back down and gently pull the dildo out, murmuring, “Easy, little bee,” when she whimpers. Her pussy is puffy and flushed, her thighs are streaked with our combined releases, and her bra is hanging crooked around her ribs.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And the most dangerous.
I’m never going to want anything as much as I want her.
Barbara’s unusually quiet on the way back to her apartment.
I grip the steering wheel of my Audi until my knuckles turn white.
One day soon, she’ll admit that she loves me too, and I’ll be able to breathe easier.
I hate second-guessing my actions like this.
I know she loved what we did—her body told me everything I needed to know.
Life is so much easier when I’m balls deep inside her.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask with a quick smile thrown her way. When she stays quiet, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know what I am,” she whispers back.
Closing my eyes while driving would be a bad idea, right?
For two minutes, the only sound is the road beneath us. The city lights slide across her face, mesmerizing me every time I glance over.
Finally, she speaks: “I can’t believe I told you about the fantasy.”
“I can,” I say easily.
She shoots me a glare. “Why?”
“You trust me more than you want to admit,” I answer breezily.
Barbara huffs. “That doesn’t mean I wanted you to actually—” She waves her hand, searching for the right category. “—kidnap me into a horror sim, Ethan.”
“Wasn’t kidnapping,” I say. “You put on the headset.”
She groans, her cheeks going red. It’s adorable how embarrassed she is by her desires. As if I wouldn’t give her everything she wanted. And some things she doesn’t know she wants yet.
When Barb speaks again, her voice is tentative, quiet.
“You’re… different than I thought.”
My chest tightens painfully. “Yeah?”
She nods, staring at her fingers, twisting the edge of the gray blanket I wrapped her in. “I thought you were just… loud. Arrogant. Annoying.”
“All true,” I agree with a grin.
“But…” She swallows. “You’re also really… attentive.”
I grip the steering wheel tighter again and glance at her. “Barbara.”
“No—don’t look at me. I’m embarrassed enough.”
I don’t look at her, but I soften my voice. “You think I’m not aware of every breath you take? Every twitch? You think I wasn’t watching your biometrics the entire time? Ready to shut the sim down the second you panicked for real?”
She doesn’t reply.
“You’re not some toy to me,” I continue. “Even when I treat you like one because it gets both of us off.”
She coughs, her cheeks darkening further.
“And while I do want to control you during sex,” I add, “I also want to know you. Your mind, your tastes, your boundaries, your weird-ass fears about lumberyard murderers—”
“That was your scenario!”
“You loved it,” I point out.
She lets out a breath. “I did.”
I risk a quick glance. Her gaze is distant, thoughtful, emotional in a way that scares me more than anything we did tonight.
“Did you decide if you’re okay?” I ask.
She nods slowly. “Yeah. Actually… yeah, I am.”
Relief punches me in the chest.
“Good.”
We drive in silence for another minute before she clears her throat.
“So,” Barbara says. “Hypothetically… if I had another fantasy—”
I slam on the brakes at a red light.
Her eyes go wide. “Ethan!”
“Hush. I’m focusing.”
She smacks my arm. “I said hypothetically!”
“And I’m hypothetically listening very carefully.”
She groans into the blanket. “You’re impossible.”
“Correct,” I purr. “Now continue.”
“No.”
“Barbara,” I warn. “You can’t leave me hanging like that.”
She pulls the blanket over her head.
“Drive,” she mutters. “I’m going home.”
“Not if I don’t want you to,” I mutter. She either doesn’t hear me or pretends not to.
When we pull up to her apartment, she lowers the blanket and peeks at me through her lashes, but doesn’t say anything. Neither of us moves.
“Invite me up?” I try, wiggling my eyebrows.
That breaks the stalemate—Barbara scoffs, lightly punching my shoulder.
“I need a moment to breathe,” she says, and it hits me just how tired she sounds.
Fine. A moment. I can do that. Especially since I’ll be watching her through the cameras I installed every moment when I’m not asleep.
“Alright, firecracker,” I concede. “Dinner tomorrow?”
When she scowls, I think she’s going to object. But then she closes her eyes for a second.
“Fine, dinner,” she sighs. “Call me.”
I give her my best grin. “You bet your sweet ass I will.”
Barbara rolls her eyes and grabs the door handle. But then she stops and does something that nearly stops my heart. She leans over and kisses my jaw. Soft. Hesitant. Intimate.
“Goodnight, Ethan,” she whispers, and slips out of the car.
I watch her go until her door shuts behind her, then press my forehead to the steering wheel.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Because she has absolutely no idea how much she’s getting under my skin.