Chapter 10
TEN
OLLIE
Ididn’t know it would be like this.
I didn’t know I would crave him on this base, primitive level.
For the next three days, Ethan and I can barely separate for a few hours. He’s inside me almost constantly, and it’s no longer contained in the bedroom.
He fucks me everywhere, in any room he finds me writhing in need.
He grips my thighs and lifts me up, impaling me on his cock as my back hits the hard wall, thrusting into me until our mouths are swallowing each other’s moans.
I fall on my hands and knees on the carpet, hiking up the flannel shirt I’m wearing, presenting my slick hole to him, and he’s on me in seconds, hands gripping my hips, sinking inside me, taking me with a need that borders on desperation.
And when he can’t take me with his cock, he splays me on the kitchen counter and eats me like I’m his favorite meal, licking my used hole, swallowing my wet cock until I’m coming on the thick fingers deep inside me.
He makes my body sing with mind-numbing pleasure.
The burning ache is consuming. Addictive. A fog of want I don’t ever want to get out of.
It’s day six when the need dulls to a faint thrum for more than a few hours.
I sigh with my head on Ethan’s thigh as he threads his fingers through my hair, something that has quickly become one of my favorite things in the world.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
I shift on my other side so that I can look up at him while he’s caressing me.
“Tired, sore, and wonderful.”
He chuckles and the sound vibrates through me.
“That’s quite the combination.”
“I’m as surprised as you are,” I mumble happily as I try to stretch, feeling all sorts of aches in all the right places.
Ethan’s warm, brown eyes sparkle as his lips lift in a playful smile.
“I have an idea that might make you feel better. Do you trust me?”
I nod against his leg. “I do.” More than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
“Good,” he grins and softly lifts my head, replacing his leg with a pillow as he stands up. “Wait here.”
“Trust me, Ethan. There’s no way I’m moving from here.”
His unrestrained laugh trails after him as he disappears to another room.
I think I might have dozed off when I feel myself being lifted in familiar, strong arms.
“Mmm,” I hum, snuggling closer to him, my eyes still closed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over you picking me up and carrying me so easily.”
He’s silent for a moment, which makes me peer up at him.
And the expression on his face makes my heart squeeze.
His lips brush against mine, pulling on my top lip and then sucking on the bottom one, our eyes never looking away from each other’s.
“Then don’t,” he whispers hoarsely against my mouth, before he resumes his walking.
His words echo inside my head, my heart beating frantically in my chest.
He… doesn’t want me to get over that?
But I will have to when I leave, when he won’t be with me anymore.
I will have to let it go because he will never carry me in his arms again.
I feel the pressure behind my eyes and I squeeze them hard to make it go away.
I don’t want to think about that. I still have time with him.
There is still time.
The moment he kicks the bathroom door open, all thoughts of my impending leaving fly out of my mind, my face splitting into a giant grin.
“Did you draw me a bath?” I ask him, my gaze ping-ponging between Ethan’s smiling eyes and the big tub that is filled with hot, bubbly water.
“I thought it would help with the soreness,” he says simply, as if he hasn’t just done the most thoughtful thing I could imagine. “Plus, I feel responsible since I’m the one to blame for your soreness,” he adds in a husky voice, gaze burning with barely banked heat.
I swallow at the look he gives me, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip.
Tilting my head just right, I place a soft kiss on his jaw and glance at him beneath my lashes.
“I never said I minded the soreness.”
Ethan groans and I laugh.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t say those things to me. You need to rest until the next wave.”
With one last brush of his lips on my temple, he puts me down, and I miss his warmth already.
“Okay, okay, I’ll be good, I promise,” I grin as my hand tangles in his shirt. “But only if you join me.”
The smile he gives me is borderline savage.
“Yeah, I’ll join you, sweetheart,” he says, his voice deep and low, his hand cupping my cheek. “Somebody needs to make sure you’re thoroughly cleaned.”
A very unflattering whine leaves my mouth.
“Who was it who just said I needed the rest?”
“I don’t know what you mean. All I talked about was getting cleaned.”
I’m still grinning when I pull off the shirt I’m wearing and stand naked by the tub, while Ethan struggles with his own clothes since his eyes never stop roaming my body hungrily.
I love his eyes on me, the heady attention he gives me, the way he drinks in every part of me even after all the fucking we’ve doing for almost a week now.
He gets in first and makes room for me between his legs.
I groan in pure relief when I lie with my back on his chest and the divine, hot water covers me almost completely. The rich scents mix in the humid air of the bathroom—flowers, vanilla, and Ethan.
“So, this is what heaven feels like.”
Ethan chuckles behind me, his arms and legs bracketing me.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Mhm… You know, I’ve always wanted to soak in one of those huge tubs you see in the movies, but my apartment is a shoebox.
I’m lucky the bathroom can fit a small shower.
” A tiny moan escapes me when Ethan pours some hot water on my hair and starts massaging some shampoo in.
“I bet it would feel really nice to have a nice, hot bath after a long day at work.”
God, this feels euphoric, every muscle in my body relaxing as Ethan washes and rinses my hair.
“Where do you work?” he asks softly, his gentle touch never stopping.
“I juggle a few part time jobs. Things like busboy, waiter, cashier, anything that can pay the bills,” I say, and for a moment, I feel the catch in my throat.
The heaviness I’ve been carrying since I was little, the fear of the uncertainty, the cold, empty feeling of loneliness threaten to pull me under, their claws scratching against the fragile cocoon of safety these last few days have been for me.
But as Ethan’s hands knead my tight shoulders, rubbing the soap on my skin with unparalleled tenderness, I let myself be carried away by the wonderful warmth of the water, and him.
Always him.