Holy Shit Time #2
Her breaths hitched hot on his mouth, making his cock scream. She pulled him down and kissed him softly again, more than once. “And you know how much I hate hurting you,” she murmured, her kisses getting hungrier.
“Cat…” he shuddered, holding her face as he found her tongue with his.
Her arms wrapped his neck, and he lifted her onto him. The wall became the bed and he quickly realized she’d only managed to get her panties and top back on.
His hunger went nuts and hers was right there, answering it.
“God, your fucking ass,” he swore, kneading the tight muscle as he watched her pussy grind against his abs.
She held his shoulders, her gaze drunk as she watched him. He locked his gaze on hers, leaning in for her mouth. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she whispered, getting his stabbing tongue on hers.
“You want me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, fingers pulling in his hair.
“You got me, you fucking got me.” He pulled her head back and covered her neck with his mouth, tonguing the silk and sucking too fucking hard till she cried out his name. “You want my cock? It’s so fucking hard for you, always.”
“Oh God, Ethan,” she panted, her legs wrapping him tighter.
“Fucking tell me,” he said, devouring the other side of her neck. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want your cock,” she moaned. “Please.”
Ethan got her to his bed, and they were suddenly in a race to get clothes off. “I win,” he said, yanking her panties the rest of the way off her ankles and pushing her down with his body.
****
Cat cut her fears loose.
She’d given Zero and Omnis everything she could, everything they needed. They might not get the woman they loved but they’d have a life. She’d had no guarantees for anybody. Not even herself.
Welcome to crazy humanity.
And Ethan didn’t own her. But damn, she’d needed this man for so long. She didn’t care about tomorrow. She really didn’t know what it held for them. She only cared about now, this minute, this second.
His fingers were so hot and gentle, stroking carefully along her jaw before squeezing and forcing her mouth open. His thick, greedy tongue pushed in, bossy, then gentle. “I missed you so much,” he breathed, his lips turning soft and reverent when she needed them to devour. “You missed me?”
“Don’t ask dumb questions,” she whispered, running her fingers through his silky thick hair.
“I shouldn’t need to hear it.”
She smiled, holding his face and controlling the kiss, only letting their lips mesh. “I missed you more.”
“No fucking way,” he murmured, his pretty smile in those words as his hand found her breast. “Mmmm, and this.”
She arched with a moan, so desperate for exactly that. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock, his hot groan and kiss stealing her breath. “I need you.”
“I’m here,” he swore, kissing softly again.
The press of his cock at her entrance brought her gasp then nails to his tight butt. “Fuck me.”
He thrust in so hard and deep. His gasps shook at her neck as he remained still, hands stroking her hair and face, his cock pulsing deep inside her. “I love you, Cat,” he whispered, pulling out then plunging harder than before.
She gave a shocked cry, fighting to move against his heavy body. He groaned, sliding his hand under her butt, forcing her futile squirms tighter to him. “Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He held her jaw and pushed it up, forcing her head back. “Are you begging me, Kitten?”
The name jolted fire through her blood as she remembered he owned that nickname first.
“Yes,” she gasped as his teeth and tongue moved slowly over her neck, a warning and a promise. His other hand pressed rhythmically on her butt, forcing her core against the head of his cock and her clit against his body while he remained buried to the hilt.
“I like the way this feels,” he shuddered at her mouth. “Your cunt pressed tight to me.”
“Ethen,” she moaned, helping him flick her hips.
“Are you mine, Cat?” he breathed at her mouth.
“I’m yours,” she swore hotly.
He bucked hard, forcing his hips to slam against her, the power blasting her shriek of ecstasy.
“That?” he murmured at her panting mouth.
“Yes, yes.”
“I love watching you like this…”
He went from tender to barely restrained chaos and it set off a mean tug-of-war inside her. She was starving for all of him. Dear God, her chest ached for this beautiful broken man. “Don’t ever leave me again,” she choked.
He cradled her head and moved inside her. “Never again, baby.”
So soft and slow. She felt every inch of him leave but holy hell the return was a boom of thunder.
He shattered her this way over and over.
His body returning to hers was the truth.
He’d always return. That’s what he was saying.
He might leave, but he’d always come back and wreck her in the best way possible.
He finally lost control and all his broken, buried passions took over. The good, the bad, and the holy hell. He became a storm. Her storm. And she held on for dear life. She couldn’t break, she had to be strong enough for him to unleash.
They had time to sort all the ugly stuff.
There would be a lot of pain on their journey, she knew that. She was okay with it if he stayed and fought with her.
****
The second Ethan’s orgasm took a downward turn, he realized Cat was shaking, and it was all wrong. “Oh fuck! Cat!”
Ethan flew off her, panicking. “Omnis! Help me!”
Nothing.
“Zero!”
Cat continued shaking, making choking sounds.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” he yelled, fighting to think, to remember anything.
He flew off the bed and found his phone, fumbling for the code.
He found Patches and hit the number, hurrying back to the bed.
“Nooooo!” he roared as she continued to fucking shake and choke.
“Hey man, we—”
“Cat’s having a seizure!” he yelled. “And I think she’s fucking choking!”
“Did she swallow something? Was she eating?” Patches hurried.
“We were having sex, fucking help me!”
“Where is she?”
“On the bed! Oh God, she’s choking!”
“Get everything away from her. Don’t let her fall off, try to keep her turned on her side. Do you see vomit, blood, anything?”
Ethan put the phone on speaker and threw it on the bed, turning her on her side and searching at her mouth. “I don’t see vomit or blood,” he yelled.
“Is she breathing? Is air moving?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“Is her chest moving, feel for air at her nose. Where the fuck are you?”
Ethan felt her chest but couldn’t tell with his hands and her shaking.
“What color is she? Blue, gray, or pale?”
He felt at her nose next. “I feel air! Oh God, fuck! I’m at home, the hidden one! She’s… she’s white as fuck,” he gasped.
“White means pale and pale isn’t blue—that’s good. Keep her mouth aimed down. Bishop!” Patches yelled away from the phone. “It’s Ethan, Cat’s having a seizure, call the Creole Kings and tell them to send their fastest bird—she needs a real fucking hospital, not what I have.”
“Holy fuck, I’m on it.”
“How long has she been seizing,” Patches demanded.
“Fuck, maybe five minutes, what the fuck do I do!”
“Hold your shit together and time it. Protect her from hurting herself. Keep her airway clear till you hear air support over your house. I’m heading to the North Swamp, but you’ll get there before I do. They’re plenty equipped to help her, oui?”
“Oh fuck, it stopped, it stopped!”
“Okay, don’t move her,” Patches ordered, the second before he touched her. “Give her time to come around. Tell me what you’re seeing, help me see, brother, is she breathing?”
“Yes, she’s breathing but it’s… it’s uneven.”
“Okay. Air is moving and that’s good. Is she limp or locked up?”
He carefully lifted her arm. “Limp,” he gasped, fighting to hold his shit.
“Okay, that’s good, limp is better than locked. Watch her breathing, tell me when or if it changes in any way. Keep her mouth down. Try and say her name once.”
“Cat,” Ethan called, his voice breaking as he fixed his gaze on her angelic face. “Cat, can you hear me?”
“Look for eye movement, twitching, swallowing, anything at all.”
Ethan nodded, petting her head. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he gasped.
“Talk to me, brother,” Patches said, sounding like he was out of breath. “I need to know anything and everything that might help us know what happened.”
His chest turned to cement as he forced the words out. “I fucked up, I fucked up bad,” he strained.
“Tell me everything. It’s about to get loud, I’m starting my Dragon.”
Ethan fought to find the fastest version. “Big G and Al neuro-synced with her, they’re in her fucking head and I think that’s why this happened, it was too much for her,” he strained around his fucking rage.
“Holy fuck, she’s definitely headed to the right place for this, brother.”
Ethan’s heart lurched at the shaking growl above his house. “Fuck, they’re calling me,” he saw on his phone.
“I’ll see you soon.”
Ethan hung up and answered. “I can hear you, can you see the house?”
“Roger that, Code Breaker. You’re in my sites.”
Hearing his favorite Creole brother nearly dropped him to his knees. “Skul,” he croaked, back on a ledge. “I fucked up.”
“Do not move her, brother, we’re coming to you.”