Chapter 21 Barbara
BARBARA
“Ethan,” I protest as he clambers inside behind me. He pulls the door closed, drowning out the sound of approaching sirens. “The cops are right outside. Not to mention there’s a freaking body—”
“Shh,” he interrupts me, his hands reaching for my face. “Screw all of that right now, firecracker. I need to make you feel good, show you how sorry I am.”
His kiss is brutal, unyielding, uncompromising. I don’t know what it says about me that my panties are soaked, not despite everything that happened, but because of it.
I pull back to speak. “You were… so fucking hot. So sexy, so competent.”
“Yeah?” he purrs, a corner of his mouth lifting up in a smug smirk. “You liked that, baby? Liked seeing me get blood on my hands for you?”
I moan, reaching for his shirt buttons, wanting to get my hands on those tight pecs and tattoos. For months, I tried to tell myself I’m not attracted to him, that I don’t want him, even that I hate him. Now that the dam broke, I can’t help myself anymore.
Ethan’s hands go straight for his zipper, nimble fingers hurrying to get his cock out. When I see the tip glistening with precum, I almost moan again. I need it inside me.
He has other ideas, though. “Suck my cock, little bee,” he says as he wraps one hand around the throbbing rod, the other tugging the crotch of his pants down further, exposing his balls, already tight against his body. “Show me how grateful you are.”
My inner feminist wants me to slap him across the face, tell him I’d never be in a situation like this if it weren’t for him.
But there’s an inner whore in me now too.
Or maybe there always has been, and Ethan just gave it the center stage.
And she’s telling me she needs to know what our man tastes like.
I bend over and wrap my lips around the leaking cockhead, purring when I get a drop of his precum on my tongue, then making a seal and sucking harder, chasing more.
“Fuck, Barbara,” Ethan hisses. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, better than I imagined.”
Encouraged, I take him deeper, until he’s pressing against the back of my throat. I use my hand to wrap around his shaft at the root, squeezing and stroking in time with the bobbing of my head.
“Such a good little cocksucker for me,” he praises, making my head spin.
I can’t take it anymore and reach under my dress with my free hand, finding my panties so wet, they may as well not be there. As I rub tight little circles around my clit, Ethan’s cock starts twitching in my mouth.
“You need to stop, firecracker,” he groans, his fingers slotting into my hair. “I want to come in your beautiful pussy, have it slide down your legs as we walk away from here. I want everyone outside to know who you belong to.”
His words should horrify me. Instead, they make my channel clench over nothing. I need him inside me, need his cock rubbing against all the spots only he seems to find. I let his dick slip out, a string of saliva connecting it to my mouth, lick my lips, and straddle him clumsily.
“Love how eager you are for me, baby,” he purrs, hands on my thighs, pushing my dress up higher. “Or you just can’t wait for New York’s finest to know you’ve been bred on their crime scene?”
I blush, but don’t answer his question. Instead, I say, “Ethan, please. Fuck me.”
“Oh, hell, Barbara,” he growls. His fingers roughly pull my panties aside. He aims his cock with his other hand, still glistening from being in my mouth. A new pearl of precum has already formed at the tip, making my mouth jealous of my pussy.
Ethan notches his dick at my entrance and pushes in with three sharp thrusts. “Is this what you wanted, baby? My cock stretching you open?”
I nod with a whimper, ready to ride him. But his hands clamp down on my hips.
“Tell me, Barbara,” he says menacingly. “Tell me, or you don’t get to come.”
“Yes!” I scream loudly. “I want your cock filling me up all the time.”
Outside, murmurs grow louder, questioning. Caleb’s voice follows, low and dismissive. I can’t bring myself to care. Ethan finally lets me move, his hands encouraging me up and down on his rod.
“You’re on top, firecracker,” he whispers. “Make yourself feel good.”
With a whimper, I lean back, experimenting with angles until I feel his cockhead hit spots that set my nerves on fire. “There.”
“There, baby? You’re gonna come for me if I fuck you like this?”
“Yes, Ethan,” I manage to say, knowing by now he wants the words.
“Yeah, you are. You’re gonna let everyone know how good you feel. Who’s making you feel so good, too.”
My face is on fire, but I keep riding him, my hips working myself on his dick, chasing the peak I so desperately need. I feel myself climbing higher and higher, almost there…
When I can’t seem to relax enough to come, I let out a frustrated mewl.
“Don’t worry, little bee. I know what you need,” Ethan says confidently, his voice stroking me like a second pair of hands.
He reaches for my pussy. At first, I think he wants me to ride his fist. But then he takes my clit between his index and middle fingers, pinching it hard between the knuckles.
“W—what are you doing?” I squeak, my hips stuttering right alongside my words.
“Who said you can stop fucking me?” he asks mildly.
“It hurts,” I complain, swiveling my hips back and forth, his hand coming along for the ride.
“Not for long,” he promises. Lust is like a green fire in his eyes as they roam over my face and my body, straying often to where we’re joined. I’m so mesmerized by it that I don’t notice when the pinch fades away to a numbness.
I continue riding him, his breathing growing faster, his cock starting to twitch inside me. He’s close too.
“Are you ready to come with me, firecracker?”
“I—”
He lets my clit go. At first, nothing happens. Then blood rushes back to it, and my head kicks back. My mouth opens on a silent scream that turns into a wail of pleasure when the first wave of my orgasm hits.
“That’s it, Barbara,” Ethan says through clenched teeth. “Tell them who you belong to. Tell them who’s making you come.”
“Ethan!” I scream, slumping forward with the next burst of ecstasy. His hands grab my hips as he pistons up into me.
“Barbara,” he moans, pulling me in so hard my pussy twinges in protest. He really is balls deep inside me now, unloading his cum as deep as it can go.
For long minutes, all I can do is moan weakly as he keeps our bodies locked together. When he starts kissing my neck and shoulders, I gather the energy to pull back. His face looks somehow softer, free of tension, his eyes heavy-lidded and content.
“That was amazing,” I breathe, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
His signature smirk appears. “I know,” he says smugly.
I punch his chest.
“Can you be an adult for one moment?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he purrs, tickling my sides.
I laugh so hard his softening cock slips out along with a rush of our mixed cum.
“Ugh,” I groan. “Think Caleb has tissues lying around his SUV?”
Ethan kisses the tip of my nose, then lifts me up and places me on the seat. “No tissues. You’re walking out of here with my cum sliding down your legs, just like I said.”
My mouth falls open. “You’re kidding?” I ask, aghast.
“Never joke about staking my claim, baby,” he replies, already zipping and buttoning up his pants. “Let’s go.”
“But, Ethan…”
“No buts, love.”
With that, he opens the door and nimbly hops out, reaching a hand for me. I clamber out a lot less gracefully, pulling my dress down as I do, wincing at the sopping wet panties rubbing against my freshly fucked flesh.
When I’m outside, I look up to see the ESU cops all staring at me. Well, one isn’t staring at me at first, but then his buddy nudges him with an elbow. Then he looks too.
“Uh, hi.” I wave awkwardly, my face scorching hot.
A handsome Latin American cop rolls his eyes at us before glaring at Ethan. “You’re sick, you know that, Kane?” he accuses. “Right in my fucking crime scene?”
“Fucking crime scene is right.” Ethan chuckles before turning to me. “Come on, little bee. Let’s go home.”
What a jerk.