Chapter 14
Idon’t know why, but it feels really great lying next to Ethan on the couch with his arms wrapped around me and my face pressed against his chest, inhaling his scent.
He was right. I needed heat because now I no longer feel cold, and even though it’s still raining heavily and the temperature is quite low, my whole body is now warm.
For a moment, I try to pretend that this is normal and that he isn’t my boss, whom I have been trying to avoid for weeks. This contradicts everything I have been trying to do in every way. But it feels nice—it feels so right.
The TV is still on, but neither one of us is watching it. Ethan seems to be deep in thought as he stares into space, his hand in my hair, gently weaving his fingers through the strands. We look like a normal couple, but we are not even a couple. Maybe we can pretend to be one, just for tonight.
“Thank you again for allowing me to borrow your shirt,” I repeat, breaking the silence.
“It looks good on you,” he growls, his hand still in my hair and the other on my lower back, gently caressing my skin through the it.
“It’s a large shirt. I’m practically drowning in it.” I have no idea why I brought up the shirt, but it seems like a good discussion to take my mind off the silly things going on in my head right now.
“And you sure as hell look sexy in it.”
Okay, he’s not helping.
I try to shift on the couch, and I end up pressing my stomach against something hard—his erection. Okay, this is becoming borderline risky. I think I should call it a night.
But I don’t do that, instead, I start rubbing myself against his erection. “What are you doing?” he growls.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I just continue. Maybe we can just take this pretending to be a couple thing to the next level. I’m confident I’m going to regret this in the morning, but let’s not think about regret for now.
“You’re asking for trouble,’’ he groans. I can hear the restraint in his voice and see it in his face. He’s holding back from me. I have that much of an effect on him. It makes me feel powerful in some type of twisted way.
“Just how sexy am I in this shirt?” I ask, my tone sultry.
Ethan sits up, shifting me with him, having me sit on his lap with my legs on both sides of his thighs.
“You look so fucking sexy in it. All I want to do is slide my hands and push it up your thighs.”
A smile tugs at my upper lip as I bring my lips closer to his right ear. “Then do it.”
A chuckle rumbles through him as he gives me a serious look. “You are really asking for trouble, aren’t you?”
I shrug, giving him an innocent pout. “What if I am?”
I bring my hands to the hem of his shirt to take it off, but he stops me. “What?”
“If we are going to do this, you have to be fucking vocal. I’m not doing anything until you say it.”
I know what he’s doing. He wants me to ask him for everything he does to me so that by morning, when I decide to take the walk of shame, I will remember that I asked for it.
This is the point where I should stand up and run in the other direction, but I don’t. Instead, I nod in agreement.
He shakes his head. “No, you have to speak with your mouth.”
“Fine…I agree.”
He’s silent for a second as he stares into my eyes like he’s looking deep into my soul, and then he brings his hand to my hair, fisting it and pulling it so my head tilts backward. But I don’t feel pain. Instead, it brings me pleasure.
“You’ve been a really naughty girl, Jessy,” he growls as he brings his lips to my neck, licking his way to my ear.
“You’ve been on my mind all week.” He grazes my earlobe with his teeth as he speaks, “You consume my thoughts without even having to try.”
“I…I had no idea,” I gasp, liking the feel of his warm breath against my skin and his teeth on my earlobe as he slowly nibbles.
“Of course, you wouldn’t, because you’ve been too busy trying to avoid me. What am I going to do with you, my naughty Jessy?”
“Fuck me…” I plead, my voice sounding so desperate.
“Of course, I sure will.”
He brings his hand to the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms as he takes it off, leaving me completely naked because I have no panties on.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful!” His eyes are hooded as he looks at my body.
It feels so unfair that I’m naked, and he still has his clothes on. So, I reach for his shirt and take it off.
I’ve seen him shirtless before, but still, I can’t get over how incredibly taut his muscles are. I can’t resist the urge to run my fingers over his six-pack.
His hand leaves my hair and is now caressing my breasts. I throw my head back, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he brings his lips to one of my breasts, sucking on my hard nipples.
He gives ample attention to each of my breasts—while sucking one, while he has his hand on the other, gently caressing and massaging the other. Who ever knew a boob massage could be this arousing?
I can feel my wetness pooling between my thighs, and I want to feel him inside me so badly.
“Ethan, please…” I buck my hips against his erection.
“There’s a rule, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You need to tell me what exactly you need.” I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“I want to feel you inside me…” My voice is filled with need, and I’m unashamed about it. I start grinding my hips against his erection, and he chuckles, holding me still.
“Patience…” He brings a hand between my legs and then slips two fingers inside me. I gasp, bucking my hips. And then he adds another finger. Fuck…I feel so full.
He starts slipping his fingers in and out of me slowly, and I almost lose my senses when he makes a curling motion with his fingers, hitting my G-spot.
My moans overshadow the volume of the TV, and now the room is filled with the sounds of my moans and the slurpy wet sounds of my pussy as he continues to finger fuck me, slipping his fingers in and out of me.
“I love how you coat my fingers with your juices, baby,” he whispers in my ear. I close my eyes from the wave of pleasure that takes over my body. But before I can cum, Ethan quickly pulls his fingers out of me.
My eyes fly open as I stare at him, wondering why he did that. “You only cum when I let you,” he murmurs with a smirk.
He brings his fingers, which are now glistening with my cream, to his lips and slowly licks each one clean. I don’t know which is hotter, the way he licks my juice off his fingers, or the fact that he’s enjoying it.
He brings his lips to mine and seals them in a kiss, causing me to have a taste of myself—musky and earthy. The kiss is slow and teasing, making me want more. When we pull away, we are both breathless.
In a swift move, Ethan gets me off his lap to the couch, and he’s now standing. How does he move so fast?
I watch as he takes off his sweatpants, his big hard cock springing free, my mouth watering as I stare at it, the tip coated with pre-cum.
“Turn around,” he instructs, and I immediately do as he says.
I now have my back to him, my ass suspended in the air, my palms planted on the arm of the couch.
“I fucking love how wet you get for me.” He runs his fingers through my pussy, spreading my wetness all the way to my butt hole. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
I close my eyes, a soft moan escaping my lips as he teases my pussy with the tip of his cock, gliding it along my entrance but not really penetrating.
I buck my hips, wishing for his cock to be inside me already. His teasing is building an inferno inside me, and it feels like I’m about to combust.
“Ethan, please….”
“Say it.”
I bite down on my lip to prevent myself from begging, but I can no longer take it, so I succumb to my desires.
“Please, fuck me…”
“As you wish, baby.”
I gasp as he plunges into me, my breasts bouncing from the impact. “Oh, Ethan…” I cry out from pleasure as he starts plunging into me, our thighs making staccato slaps.
With how high-pitched my moans are, I’m sure his neighbors can hear me, but I really don’t care.
Still plunging into me, he brings his hand to my pussy and starts rubbing my clit, making me scream even harder as it feels like my whole body is about to erupt. But suddenly he stops and pulls out of me. I hiss in frustration.
“I said, you only cum when I tell you,” he demands with a cocky tone smirks.
Okay, he needs to stop doing that. I feel like crying, but that feeling doesn’t last for long as he flips me around and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom.
As he places me on the soft mattress, I widen my legs for him, and for a moment, he just stands there staring at my pussy, a smirk on his face.
“Do you ever plan on making me cum?” I rub my thighs, spreading my wetness between my thighs.
“Of course, but on my terms.”
He joins me in bed, nudging my thighs open with his. There’s a heavy storm brewing outside, but I don’t care right now. All I want is for Ethan to fuck me.
I throw my head against the mattress when he finally slips his cock inside me and begins to move, this time slowly. Like he’s making love to me.
“Look at me,” he instructs, and my eyes fly open, meeting his piercing eyes, looking deep into my soul each time he thrusts inside me.
“Deeper… harder…” I cry out. We are covered in sweat, our bodies glistening.
He heeds to my plea, going deeper, rotating his hips. I bite down on my lips, trying to stop myself from screaming. I want to close my eyes as I feel myself approaching the edge, but I can’t seem to do that as he holds my gaze with his.
This time he allows me to cum. As I cry out his name, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. Ethan picks up the pace, plunging deeper and harder into me, and soon, I’m cumming again, and he joins me.
It’s a good thing I’m on the pill because he just came inside me.
As if reading my thoughts, he whispers, “I’m clean.” His tone breathless as he slips out and falls beside me, and I don’t doubt him.
“Well, I’m on the pill, so we are good.”
We only catch our breaths for a few minutes before Ethan is back inside me, fucking my brains out again.
I’m so going to regret my decision in the morning. But for now, let’s just live for the night.