Epilogue
ETHAN
It was over for her.
Alicia thought she was funny, teasing and winding me up with her light kisses and filthy words.
My cock had been solid since I saw her walk out in that luscious black dress, I immediately wanted to rip off my three-piece suit and have my way with her.
Of course, she didn’t let me, spouting something about ruining her makeup despite her being the most beautiful woman in the world without it.
But that excuse didn’t fly since I was now sitting through this torturous award show as if I gave a shit about who the next MVP was.
Sure, I was in the running, but I already knew the quarterback had it in the bag.
We sat at a crowded table, champagne in hand, surrounded by some of the best in the game, yet all that consumed me were thoughts of burying myself between Alicia’s thighs.
It had been half a year since our relationship was publicly broadcast on national television, and everything had been a whirlwind post.
The three stooges received everything I threatened them with.
Audrey was sent to prison for her ongoing unhinged behaviour, and for breaching her restraining order.
Jake was let go with a warning, but his reputation was irrevocably ruined, and he was iced out of the sporting world altogether.
Katy was also released but was essentially cancelled online and everywhere else, losing all credibility and prospects.
Despite that mess, Alicia and I had had six glorious months together where we constantly made love and loved each other without reservations or any fear. She was my person, my other half, and I was so blissed out that everyone was sick of me. I didn’t care.
And just like every other time I thought of my girlfriend, my mind shifted into dangerous territory—how I was going to peel her out of that sleek fabric as soon as we got home.
It seemed my little minx could sniff out my weakness as she leant over, all innocent and whispered in my ear, “Do you remember those pink vibrating panties you sent me when you were trying to win me back?”
I gulped, pivoting closer. “They were a gift to replace the dildo you told me to go fuck myself with.”
She released a tipsy giggle, which had my nerve endings short-circuiting. “Hmm, so thoughtful, Superstar . I couldn’t let them go to waste, now, could I?”
Alicia slipped her palm in mine, transferring a small device into my safe-keeping.
Gods, please be what I think it is.
I peeped the tiny remote, placing it in my pants pocket whilst discreetly readjusting myself.
Alicia then downed the rest of her champagne, sent a cheeky wink and veered for the bar.
Oh, no. She did not just drop that bomb and expect to escape unscathed. Alicia had miscalculated one vital fact when choosing to play with me— I play dirty.
ALICIA
Oh. My. God.
I didn’t know what I was thinking. Scratch that—I knew.
My goal was to tease my man. That by the end of the night, he would be feral and crazy for me.
Although I had achieved my goal, I’d also screwed myself over in the process.
Despite it only being thirty minutes, that remote was Ethan’s new favourite toy, and he had no qualms about playing with it every chance he got.
The vibrating panties were deliciously sensual, as I politely conversed with his peers at our table—while my pussy pulsed beneath my evening gown, screaming for the extra stimulation that only Ethan could provide.
Fast. Slow. Fast. Slow.
Every time he pushed me closer to that peak, he abruptly pulled me back from plunging over the edge.
The back and forth had me out of sorts, my fingers quivering on the stem of my glass as a smouldering heat gathered to my centre.
“You alright, love? You look a bit flushed ,” Ethan murmured into the side of my neck.
The minute impression from his lips had me glitching, that I chucked all decency out the window and buried my face in the base of his neck to whisper, “Take me home, Superstar. Take me home, please.”
“ Mm, I like it when you use your manners. But the show isn’t over yet, Ali girl.” He finished by subtly poking his tongue out to lick over my fevered skin.
I flinched, scrambling out of my seat—ready to blow, have a violent outburst, or break down in tears. Either way, it was going to be a catastrophe if I continued to be suppressed any longer.
I didn’t excuse myself, instead bolting for the exit without a word, scared that if I opened my mouth, a moan would escape. I heard Ethan behind me placating the table of concerned guests from my abrupt departure.
“I’ll go and check on her. She’s feeling unwell,” he rushed before chasing me out of the room.
I turned one corner, then another until I was bathed in darkness. I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to escape the claustrophobic environment to let my body breathe from all that pent-up energy.
That’s when firm hands grabbed my waist and spun me. My back hit the shadowed wall of a hidden alcove as Ethan invaded my front, creating a hidden cocoon from the outside world.
Our chests collided as his arms braced the wall on either side of my head. My eyes raised to clash with his baby blues that were swallowed by the stark blackness of pure lust.
“Are you frustrated, love? Need some relief?” Pulse. Pulse.
That little plastic device held all-consuming power as the vibrations sent desire soaring through my body.
I nodded, silently imploring him to touch me.
“Let me take care of you, love,” Ethan murmured, his breath fanning over my face with wanton promise.
I hummed in agreement, raising my hands to tighten in his shirt—which he wasn’t having.
Ethan clucked, removing my grasp, and anchored my wrists above me so they couldn’t go roaming. “You wanted to play, Ali. So let me play.”
His fingers were intertwined with mine, and I could feel him press the trigger on the remote to increase the frequency of pleasure throbbing through my apex.
I thrust my hips and writhed before him, searching for that extra friction. He didn’t let me, his gaze lapping up my desperate movements as he refused me access, always staying just out of reach.
My eyes closed. Please. Please. “ Please, Ethan. ”
“Please what?”
“ Touch me. ”
“Mm, I don’t think so.”
My whine was cut off when Ethan shifted his firm leg between mine, his knee pressing against my centre, creating that blissful pressure that I’d been begging for.
“I love watching you, Alicia,” he panted, his eyes blazing as I rubbed on him with rhythmic movements. “To see you is to want you. And with just one taste, I always hunger for more. But when I feel you tonight, I want to take my time and worship your body like you deserve.”
Ethan dropped his head, kissing behind my ear, whispering promises that had me unravelling at speed.
“You’re driving me crazy, love. Look at you—my beautiful, sexy, confident girl. Fuck , all I can think about is burying myself inside you.”
“Yes,” I hissed, trying to pull on the iron grip he had on my hands. Ethan didn’t relent, choosing to press closer to align his front with mine.
“No, Ali love. If you put your hands on me, I’ll lose control and ravish you right here and now. I won’t care who sees. I’ll demand your cries of pleasure, those intoxicating moans, the way you scream my name. God , I don’t want to risk sharing you with anyone. Because those all belong to me .”
My teeth burrowed into my lower lip in a poor attempt to suppress the groans trying to rip out of my throat.
“ Superstar… ”
“That’s it, love. You’re safe. You’re protected. You’re mine. Let go. I’ll take care of that pretty pussy, and I’ll take care of you, always.”
His lust-filled voice and dirty words mixed with the ongoing vibration from the panties had me so completely undone that I climaxed.
I bit hard into Ethan’s neck, my shriek getting caught in his flesh as he wrung out every last drop of pleasure by rocking his knee back and forth over my sensitive clit.
“I love you,” I mumbled, my body slumped on him for support so I didn’t collapse to the floor.
Ethan palmed my cheek until my face was lifted to his. He kissed me, eyes open and gleaming with genuine happiness. “I love—”
“—and the Most Valuable Player is Ethan Harris!!” The speakers boomed, followed by enthusiastic applause.
I smoothed my hands down his suit jacket, entirely sated and happy. “Congratulations, Superstar. You won.”
“I already did.”