Chapter 8
EIGHT
OLLIE
The first thing I notice when I wake up the next morning is that I’m alone in bed.
The second is that I’ve never felt more content in my life. Sleeping throughout the whole night with Ethan wrapped around me, thinking about his soft breaths whispering against my hair makes me bury my face in the pillow to smother a smile that cannot be contained.
Even when his knot retreated and he slipped out of me, he didn’t let go of me. Just settled against me and kept our bodies melded together.
My fingers trace the place he was sleeping and the sheet is still warm so it mustn’t be too long since he got up.
My mind floods with images from last night; the initial stabbing pain, the relief when he pushed into me, the unimaginable pleasure he gave me.
The closeness.
Even now, despite the fact that I’m not in the clutches of a wave, my skin is still tingling with the need to be touched, arousal still simmering low in my belly. I can still feel Ethan everywhere, the urge to seek him out and find him impossible to be ignored.
I know that my emotions are supposed to be heightened right now, but I want to cling to this euphoric feeling of happiness until I no longer can.
The slickness I’m feeling calls for an urgent visit to the bathroom and a nice hot shower, but before I leave the bedroom, my eyes fall on the discarded flannel shirt on the chair.
Picking it up, I run the soft material through my fingers, and after a brief moment of hesitation, I bring it to my nose.
Ethan’s scent bleeds into my system like a soothing balm.
Feeling a spark of mischief I never thought I’d feel, I take it with me to the bathroom, and half an hour later when I’m showered and all cleaned up, it’s his shirt that I put on.
For a moment, doubt creeps into my mind and I stop with my hand on the handle.
What if this is too much? I think as I look down at myself. The shirt barely reaches me mid-thigh, leaving my legs completely exposed, and I have nothing on underneath.
But… I don’t think I can handle more clothes on when my skin feels this sensitive, and the shower washed away Ethan’s heady scent so I like that it’s on me again.
Steeling myself, I exit the bathroom and head to the kitchen where Ethan is again preparing breakfast.
God, my emotions are all over the place because the image of this imposing man preparing food for me makes my throat tighten and my stomach feel all kinds of fluttery.
“Good morning,” I tell him, the flutters in my stomach exploding when he turns around with a smile.
A smile that slowly slips as his eyes roam all over my body. His gaze darkens, everywhere it falls feeling like a physical touch. The look he gives me is blazing when it finally locks on mine.
“Good morning,” he mutters in a low, deep voice that feels like a stroke on my insides.
He doesn’t tear his eyes away, not even when the smell of something burning fills the kitchen.
“I think something is burning,” I whisper, my heart thundering in my ears.
Ethan nods slowly, in no hurry to sever our connection that feels like a live wire.
“Yeah, something is burning alright,” he grates out, his eyes falling on the hem of his shirt on my thighs.
Is this what it feels to be wanted? To be consumed with just one look?
He briefly turns to turn off the stove, and I can only stay rooted to the spot as he prowls towards me, only stopping when he’s inches from me and his rough fingers are grazing my blushing cheek.
“What is this, little fawn?” His touch is soft and his tone even softer. Deceptively soft because I can feel his tension, his barely leashed control.
Like a beast that’s caught sight of its prey.
“I – I had a shower and needed something to wear,” I reply, satisfaction spreading like a drug through me at the way he seems to be affected by me, the way his eyes can’t stop dipping to what I’m wearing. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Ollie,” he rasps. “You did everything perfectly right.”
I step into him in a bold move I’ve never done in my life, my barely clothed body brushing against his. I swear I can hear his heart through his chest. Or maybe it’s just mine.
“I woke up and you weren’t there.” My hands fist his T-shirt, the heat of his skin scorching underneath.
“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His palm slides to my nape, massaging my neck, and the small amount of pressure would be enough to turn me into a puddle if his touch didn’t send electricity through every part of me.
I nod in his hold and his hand tightens.
“I’m so sorry, baby. It’ll never happen again, okay?” His kneading motions never let up.
“Okay,” I sigh, my mind slipping into a blissful haze that feels amazing.
“Are you feeling alright today?” he asks as he leans forward and nuzzles my temple, scenting me.
“Yes. But your scent washed away and I missed it. Wanted to smell like you again,” I whisper my confession to him and hear his breath catch, his hand tightening on my neck.
A whimper slips out as my eyes close and I feel how slick I’m getting, my cock filling beneath his shirt.
“I feel so hot, Ethan. I can’t stop feeling hot. ”
A deep growl makes my eyes snap open, my head lifting to meet his eyes, and the way Ethan is looking at me spreads goosebumps all over my body.
“Fuck, I can smell you, sweetheart.” His voice is pained, tortured. “I can smell the way you’re almost dripping wet. My mouth is watering just at the thought of your taste. What do you want, Ollie? Do you want my mouth on you? We need to be careful, you must be still tender after last night.”
His eyes are so wild.
And I love that wildness.
“Yes, Ethan. Whatever you want,” I breathe, lifting my arms to loop them around his neck. “Please make me feel good, I need you.”
The sound that leaves him is barely human when he picks me up by my thighs and carries me to the couch.
Before I know it, I’m on my hands and knees on the cushion and Ethan is settling in behind me, pushing the shirt I’m wearing up to my lower back.
His hot hands span my waist, mapping my naked skin, until they slide down to cup my ass, kneading the muscle, spreading me open for his hungry gaze.
“Fuck, the way you look, baby, smooth and pink, my shirt bunched around you, your softened hole begging for my mouth. You’re a damn miracle.”
His words light a fire inside me and when I feel his tongue circle my rim and lap up my slick, I hold nothing back. I give him everything.
My hands hold me up for all of two seconds before I’m sliding to my forearms, arching my back, pushing against his face shamelessly, needy sounds and desperate moans coming out of me uncontrollably.
And Ethan is insatiable.
He eats me like a starved animal, licking every inch of me, sucking on my rim until it’s so soft his tongue slips inside easily.
He groans against me and the vibrations travel all over me.
His stubbled cheeks are rough against my skin and I’m sure I will be red and sensitive when he’s done but I don’t care.
I want it. I want to feel the burn even after he’s done.
I feel him retreat and for a moment, cool air hits my wet entrance.
I gasp loudly when he fits two thick fingers inside me while he trails kisses on the small of my back.
“You are delicious, Ollie, you know that?” he rasps, his fingers finding my gland easily, rubbing against it with firm strokes, and I scream at the intense pleasure.
“Yeah, I could eat you all fucking day but you need more than that, don’t you?
You need something stuffed inside you, playing with your needy spot. ”
I can only pant in answer, driving back on his fingers as hard as I can, because he’s right. I need him inside me.
“Just this for now, sweetheart. We can’t risk hurting you. But you’ll come beautifully even with just my fingers, won’t you?” he continues hoarsely, his other hand wrapping around my cock tightly.
He pushes hard against my gland at the same time as he strokes me with his rough fist, and the world around me disappears.
I come on his fingers, with his name on my lips, as cum shoots out of me and more slick covers his hand that’s still pumping in and out of me.
He only stops when my knees give out and I fall on the couch in an absolute mess—his shirt tangled around me, naked from the waist down, bodily fluids everywhere.
Embarrassment fills me at the idea that I probably ruined his couch, but when my eyes lift, Ethan is kneeling on the floor next to me with such a soft look on his face, I can’t tear my eyes off him.
“I thought you weren’t a fan of my flannel shirts,” he smiles playfully. “Weren’t you teasing me about them just yesterday if I remember correctly?”
A grin slips out of me unbidden.
“I changed my mind. If you don’t mind sharing them.”
Ethan swallows as his eyes drink in the way I look.
“Nah, you look much better in them.”
It’s crazy how his heated look makes me blush even after everything we’ve done but it’s a look full of such want and desire that I can’t help it.
Ethan straightens up and he offers me his hand to help me stand on my shaky legs, my eyes falling on the thick bulge in his sweats.
My gaze flies up to his. “Ethan! What about you?” I make a move to touch him but he stops me with a smile.
“Don’t worry about it. I need to be ready for the next wave,” he says pulling me closer, his knuckles brushing my cheek. “I just wanted to make you feel good, Ollie.”
“You did. So much,” I whisper, rubbing myself against his touch.
“Good. Now,” he gives me a wolfish grin as he starts walking and tugging me after him, “quick clean up and then I’m feeding you.”
And that grin could have extinguished every dark day of my life.