Chapter 8 Ethan
Chapter eight
Ethan
“It’s sprained.” I clenched my jaw. I was pissed and doing everything I could not to show it.
I failed her. I wasn’t quick enough. When I had seen that man grab her, I saw red and stormed through the crowd, but it was too late.
She was hurt and had been crying, shaking even. I wanted his blood on my knife.
My jaw rolled and I wrapped up her foot to give it support. “I’ll manage.” She said softly, her knuckles white as she gripped the table. “Thank you for taking care of me… it's been a while since anyone did that.” Her soft voice said before her face turned beet red. “I mean—”
I laughed and leaned up, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Pity. If you were my girl, I’d take care of you every chance I got.” I said, staring her right in the eyes. Her beautiful whiskey eyes. I couldn’t get enough of seeing them up close.
“What?” She asked, eyes widening and blush growing. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you deserve to be worshiped Blake. I would love to worship at your altar.” I purred and touched her thighs. “You’re stunning and I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”
Blake gulped, staring at me, her skin jumping under my fingers. “You don’t mean that.” She looked away.
“Let me prove it to you.” I said, grabbing her knees, careful with the injured one and spread her legs, making her fall back some.
“N– now?” She gasped.
“Right now.” I rumbled. “Let me?”
Her face was a mix of emotions before her eyes hardened. “Yes.” She said, nodding and spread her legs more for me. “Show me.”
I grinned and grabbed her booty shorts and tugged them off, tossing them over my shoulder.
I heard them land on the couch. The same couch I had fucked Mal on not long ago.
“Such a cute thong.” I cooed. “Though I can't quite see it with these fish nets in the way.” I said, gripping the thin strings and ripping a hole in the crotch.
“Ethan!” She gave an angry huff.
“You won’t care in about five minutes.” I licked my lips and leaned in, kissing her center through her panties. A pink lace thong. “Baby, you’re so wet already.” I groaned.
“Sorry.” She started to close her legs, and I had to grab them to stop her.
“Do. Not.” I growled and had to calm myself. I’d waited too long for this moment. “Don’t be sorry, Rosebud.”
She licked her lips and chewed the bottom one, but did relax for me, spreading her legs again.
“That's better.” I purred, leaning back in, pulling the panties to the side, spreading her lower lips, looking at her glistening pussy. “Does the thought of a total stranger eating you out turn you on?”
“Yes.” She breathed, her center twitching.
“Good girl,” I whispered before diving in, licking between her folds before using my fingers to spread them, licking from her taint to her clit, teasing before taking my meal.
Probing my tongue at her entrance before licking back up and sucking on her clit. She tasted so good.
Like mine.
She gasped and tried to hide her moans, covering her mouth as she watched me.
Did she think she could hide from me? Hide her pretty sounds? I couldn't have that. I nipped her clit, hard, holding it between my teeth and growled. “Don't hide your voice from me.”
Her back arched off the table, and she let out the sweetest high pitched, strangled moan. “Ethan!” Blake's fingers slipped into my hair.
“Much better.” I sucked softly in apology, keeping my eyes on her and continued my pursuit, licking and sucking at her cunt. Mixing her juices with my spit, making her slicker for me. Because I wasn’t stopping until I filled her with my cum.
Slipping in a finger alongside my tongue had her moaning and clenching. She was so tight she almost pushed my finger out. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I groaned, moving my finger in and out, “Does my tongue feel that good?”
“Yes.” She gasped. “Its…been a while.” She gasped as my finger brushed her sweet spot and her head fell back.
“How long?” I sucked and nipped her clit again.
“Three years.” She admitted, but her voice was quiet. I’d only gotten rid of her dipshit ex a year ago, so that meant he never ate her out or made her cum the entire time they were together. Prick.
“Then I want three orgasms tonight,” I growled against her pussy and sucked hard on her clit, pressing in a second finger and spreading them.
“Oh my god!” She moaned and fell back as her first orgasm of the night took over. Her back arched and she rocked on my fingers, taking what she wanted. I couldn’t take my eyes off where my fingers disappeared inside her.
“That's one.” I purred.
“Oh my god!” She said again but this time her voice was full of panic. I looked up and at some point, I had missed Mal coming back to his trailer. He’d always been sneaky, but I apparently was too focused to catch him. How long had he been watching?