Chapter 22
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t have my tongue down Ethan’s throat and his down mine. But it feels so right.
And if I’m being honest with myself, I missed his touch. I missed having his hands on me. Many times since the last night we spent together, I have gone to bed thinking about Ethan and the way his touch feels.
Several nights, I’ve touched myself, pretending he was the one touching me. And now that he is really touching me, I find it hard to resist.
It’s not like there is anywhere I can run off to in order to keep some distance between us.
We are both stuck in this cabin, and there is a heavy downpour outside—and I’m shivering. He was right about body heat helping with my cold because now I feel hot.
He is setting my body on fire with every touch, and it’s consuming me. But I still want his hands on me, regardless, I want him everywhere. On my breasts, on my neck, between my legs.
Everywhere.
What is happening to me? Why am I so needy? I need to push him away…this needs to stop. “I think we should stop,” I say, pushing him away again.
His lips are slightly parted, and an amused look is on his face. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I say, trying in vain to arrange my hair. “We both agreed to be just friends, remember? No sex.”
He shrugs. “In my defense, you were the one who came up with that rule, and besides, we weren’t having sex before you just stopped us.”
“No kissing, either.” I take a deep, cleansing breath, hoping it will help clear the dirty thoughts I have in my head right now.
“Let me make things clear just in case we”re not on the same page.” I take another deep breath. “No kissing, no smooching, no making out, and most importantly, no sex.”
He leans back a little, giving me a lopsided grin. “Do you believe any part of what you just said?”
Truth be told? I don’t believe a word. Who am I kidding? I want this man to do all the things I just mentioned he shouldn’t do.
“Y…...yes,” I respond with a nod, hoping I would look convincing.
He shakes his head, a gentle smile now on his lips. “No, you don’t. You don’t believe half of what you just said. I can bet my last cent that you want me to do all that you just said I shouldn’t.”
“No, I…I don’t.” I can feel my cheeks getting warm with blush, and I hate myself for it. Since when did blushing become an involuntary act? I’m grateful the cabin is dark, and he can’t see it.
“Yes, you do. There’s no need to lie, and the blush on your cheeks right now is enough to brighten up the cabin.”
“Whatever,” I murmur under my breath.
“So, are you saying the kiss we just shared has no effect on you?”
“Nope!” I pop the p, shaking my head to the side.
“Are you sure about that? Because I’m sure that the wetness pooling between your legs right now is enough proof.”
“No, it’s not!”
He’s right. about that; I can feel my wetness pooling between my legs, and hearing his dark baritone in this dimly lit room seems to be making it worse.
He gets off the couch and comes to kneel in front of me. “Should we find out?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing that you don’t want me to do. Tell you what, I’m going to take off your shorts, and if you are not affected by my kiss and touch, as you say, you can ask for anything, and it’s yours.”
“And what do you get?” I ask, swallowing hard even though I already know where this conversation is going.
“I get to have you. You will call off the pact of us not having sex as long as we are still in this cabin. Deal?”
No! No deal, you know you are going to lose!
“Deal,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Perfect.”
My breath hitches as he reaches into the waistband of my shorts and slowly begins to take them off along with my panties.
The anticipation builds as Ethan’s hands slide down the sides of my shorts, his touch sending shivers throughout my entire body.
He slowly takes off the fabric, maintaining eye contact. My heart pounds louder in my chest, the heat between us intensifying with every passing moment.
As the shorts pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, I can feel the intensity of his gaze boring into me, igniting a fire deep within my core.
His eyes darken with desire, mirroring the primal need that courses through my own veins.
“What do we have here?” He clicks his tongue as he holds up my shorts for me to see. From the dim light coming from the window, I can see the center of my panties is soaked with my wetness.
I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe the wetness would have dried up before he finished taking off my shorts.
Call me delusional, but shying away from that bet would have meant that I was truly wet. So, you agreed to the bet just to prove further how wet you are?
“So what?” I try to close my legs, but Ethan quickly holds them apart. “Uh huh…you know what’s next.”
I watch as he brings my panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Fucking love how you smell.”
He takes another deep inhale, causing me to feel even more embarrassed. I try to grab my underwear out of his hand, but he’s quick enough to get it out of my reach.
“Not so fast. These are mine.”
“They’re mine.”
“As much as I would really love to argue with you about who owns these pair of panties, I have work to do.” He takes another sniff before pocketing them in his trouser pocket.
“Now, open up for me, baby. I want to see all of you.”
His deep baritone voice has me obeying his command like I’m his subject, and at this point, I think I am, because all the ungodly things I want him to do to my body will require me to obey his every command.
The moment I open my legs wide for him, he brings his hand to my pussy, gently parting my lips.
It’s still raining heavily, but the cabin is filled with the wet sounds my pussy makes as he spreads me open. I’m a wet mess.
“My touch has no effect on you, huh?” He smirks.
I want to tell him to stop being so proud, but I can’t seem to get any words out of my mouth, or better still, I think I’ve lost every cell of reason in my brain. How am I supposed to be able to reason when he’s teasing me with his fingers?
I throw my head against the couch as he continues to tease me with his fingers, not pushing in. I really wish that he would because I’m dying for any part of him inside me, even if it’s just his fingers.
I try to buck my hips against his fingers, but he withdraws. “That’s not how this is going to work, baby,’’ he says with a smirk that I want long gone from his face.
I groan, almost crying out from frustration due to the tension he’s building inside of me. “You are going to have to tell me what it is that you need me to do, baby.”
He wants me to beg. No, scratch that—he wants me to grovel.
I can’t believe this!
“Well, how about you stop staring at my pussy?” I groan out in frustration, trying to close my thighs, but he doesn’t let me.
He brings his face closer to it. “Wrong answer.” His warm breath fans against my folds as he speaks, causing me almost to lose control.
I buck my hips again, hoping my pussy will come in contact with his lips or something, but I meet nothing.
“What do you want?” We are both staring at each other now, holding each other’s gazes.
“I want you.” I can’t believe I sound so needy. One would think that I’m sex-starved.
Actually, I am. Ever since I had sex with this man, my pussy only wants his dick. Even my vibrators are no longer good enough.
“I’m here, baby. What is it that you want me to do to you?” He brings his fingers back to my pussy, gently flicking my clit with his fingers.
That simple act sends a sweet sensation through my whole body, causing me to let out a low moaning sound.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Y…yes…”
“You also want me to do this, baby?” He pushes a finger inside me, and it slides in easily because of how wet I am. Right now, my pussy is a well of my juices.
“Tell me what you want, baby, and it’s yours.”
“I…I want you to fuck me with your fingers!” I plead, trying to ride his finger.
“Say no more, my sweet.” He shoves another finger in me and then another, filling me up.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, causing me to moan and cry out his name.
When he curls those fingers, hitting my G- spot, I almost lose it as I scream in pleasure. This isn’t the first time Ethan has finger fucked me, but every time is always different.
He starts using his thumb to circle my clit, his other three fingers still sliding in and out of me, and my whole body begins to quiver. Soon, I start shaking, as it feels like a volcano has erupted inside of me.
“Come for me, baby,” Ethan commands, and I do just as he says, creaming his fingers and then his entire hand.
I open my eyes to see him smearing my cum on my pussy lips. “You are so beautiful when you come, baby,’’ he growls, his voice carrying his own need for me too.
I watch as he gets on his feet and takes off his trousers and briefs revealing his erect cock. It’s big and curved, and the tip is glistening with pre-cum. I so want to have my tongue on it, licking off his cum.
Before I can stop myself, I bring my fingers around his cock and bring it to my mouth, and I lick the tip with my tongue, tasting his slightly salty pre-cum.
I’m about to take him deeper into my mouth when he stops me. “There will be enough time for you to play with me later, baby, but right now, my cock is dying to be inside your tight pussy.’’
With that said, he lowers himself to the couch and plunges his hard member inside me, causing me to whimper.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern as he searches my face.
“No, you didn’t—please move.”
“It’s hard to move when your greedy pussy clenches around my cock like a rubber band.”
“Now is the time for jokes?” I’m dying to have him fuck me, and he’s making having time for jokes?
“Do you have an order of priority at all?” I push his waist, making him go deeper.
“Yes, I do, and the top of my list is fucking you into oblivion.”
And then, without warning, his lips crash against mine once more, igniting a fierce passion that threatens to consume us both. His hands roam freely over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each caress, each touch leaving me gasping for more as he begins to fuck me.