20 - Elizabeth
Elizabeth
We tried, we really did. That was what made the whole situation so funny.
We actually tried to go back to studying.
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor with my stack of flashcards, and the highlighters were scattered on the floor between us.
Ethan was leaning against the side of his bed, pretending to review his notes.
He would argue, but I knew he was pretending because he got the last round of questions wrong twice.
“Okay,” I said, tapping the page. “Let’s start from the beginning. What goes into the system during the process of glycolysis?”
He didn’t even look down. “Glucose.”
“Good, and what comes out?”
“ATP.”
Even though it was the most covered topic of our entire lesson, I was really proud of him. He didn’t overthink it or question himself. He answered quickly and confidently.
“How much?” I asked.
He hesitated, and I looked up, hoping we didn’t go all the way back to step one again.
“Ethan,” I said cautiously.
“Two,” he answered.
“Would that be the net or the total?”
He blinked rapidly. “Is there a difference?”
I looked up at Ethan, not sure if he was being serious or not.
“I mean, it makes four, right?” he eventually asked.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “But it only uses two, so the net is?”
“Two,” he said on an exhale. Then he grinned. “See, I know things.”
“Barely,” I teased, trying to keep my focus on the subject at hand. “Okay, moving on. After glycolysis, where does the pyruvate go?”
Ethan looked down at his cards for a moment, but he didn’t seem to focus on them. His mind was no longer on the studies, and no matter how hard he tried to come back, it just wasn’t working.
“The mitochondria?”
“Good, and after that?”
He tilted his head slightly and pretended that it was the hardest question he had had all night. “The really complicated circle-like thingy?”
“The Krebs cycle?”
“Yeah, that one,” he said, clicking his fingers.
I giggled. There had not been a day when I had seen him so relaxed about something important. And the best part was that he had actually been learning.
“What’s the purpose of the Krebs cycle?” I asked, hoping to keep the momentum going.
“To make more ATP!”
“Indirectly, but yes,” I laughed. “It produced NADH and FADH for the electron transport chain.”
He didn’t respond, so I looked up to see where his attention had drifted. He wasn’t looking at the book. Instead, he was looking at me. My stomach dipped.
“What?” I asked quietly.
“You have this very intense look when you tutor,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said shyly. “I just don’t want you to fail, so I’m trying my best to help you understand.”
“Maybe,” he said, moving closer. “A distraction could be more helpful than you think.”
My pulse skipped, and I reminded myself to focus on the topic at hand, but my mind was all too happy to give in to that distraction.
“We should focus on this,” I said, tapping my notebook.
His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I am focused on this.”
Heat climbed up my neck. I looked down at the book, pretending that I was taking in the diagram of the Krebs cycle, but I couldn’t keep my eyes on it even if I wanted to. He moved closer. I felt it before I saw it.
“Elizabeth,” he said, and his voice was hoarse with desire.
I shouldn’t have looked up. I knew that, but I did it anyway. And suddenly the Krebs cycle no longer mattered.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I murmured.
“Like what?” he teased as he leaned forward, closing the distance between us.
“Like you want nothing more than to ravage me.”
“Oh, but that’s exactly what I want to do,” he said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he pulled me into a deep kiss.
This time it wasn’t accidental or caused by a foggy mind.
It was deliberate and intense. The book fell from my hands, but neither of us reacted.
In that moment, it was just the two of us and the hidden passion we had been avoiding since we first met.
His hands found my waist, and he pulled me closer. The second my body touched his… That was the exact moment my resistance dissolved. The weeks of pent-up tension wanted out, and the only way we could achieve that was by finally giving in.
“Ethan,” I breathed.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said in a pained voice.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I assured.
“But if we go on, we can forget the studying for the day, you know that, right?”
Instead of answering, I kissed him back even harder, pouring all my desire and need for him into it.
He responded by pulling me up and fumbling for the bed, but we barely made it.
Flashcards went flying, highlighters rolled out of our way, and everything we had been busy with was forgotten.
Every touch felt charged. They were urgent, but careful.
Both of us understood that nothing about this situation was casual.
It wasn’t rushed or reckless. We had both chosen to give in to our feelings and fully understood what it meant for the months to come.
With a slight lift, Ethan put me down on the bed, but he didn’t just dive back into it.
He took a moment to admire my body. He undressed me with his eyes before his hands joined the party.
His hands moved up my legs, teasing the rim of my pants before slipping into them.
With one swift movement, he pulled them off completely, and then he turned his attention to my top.
He decided not to waste too much time on that, so he just grabbed it and tore it.
The whole situation was still trying to process in my mind.
I was on Ethan’s bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy G-string and a bra.
And the hunger in his eyes was enough to make even that melt off.
With a shaky breath, he leaned down and kissed me again.
It was slow and meaningful, but it only lasted a moment.
He kissed his way down my body and onto my chest. My back arched as my breasts begged for his touch, and he gladly delivered.
He cupped them both firmly before sliding his thumbs in beneath my bra. My breath hitched as he moved over my swollen nipples. My entire body was on fire, needing more of him and simultaneously wanting less. It was torture, and yet I wasn’t ready for it to end.
“Ethan,” I breathed as my fingers tangled in the sheets.
He gave me a wicked smile before ripping off my panties.
He didn’t even give me a chance to adapt before shoving his fingers inside me.
I cried out in delight, but that only made him wilder.
He teased my nipple with his tongue before gently biting down on it.
Goosebumps broke out across my entire body, and I could feel him smile against my breast.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked devilishly.
“I want you naked and on top of me,” I said, sounding more annoyed than I intended.
I didn’t have to tell him twice, though.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his pants off before positioning himself between my legs.
His cock pulsed near my entrance, and all I could think about was that I didn’t want to wait anymore, but I didn’t want to rush this either.
So I slipped my hand in between us and palmed his erection.
He hissed in a breath as I ran his swollen crown up and down my moist core.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, thrusting his hips. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about being inside you? How many positions we’ve tried tried in my head?”
“Do you want to try one of them now?” I asked, knowingly prolonging the torture.
“No,” he struggled. “All I want right now is to be inside you.”
I wanted to resist with every fiber of my being, but I couldn’t. So I let my legs fall to the side completely and positioned him at my entrance.
“Oh, dear God,” he groaned as he slowly slid into me.
I couldn’t breathe. There were telltale signs that he was big, but I never imagined that he would fill me up so completely. Black spots invaded my vision, and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. My body was trapped in the here and now, but my soul was somewhere else entirely.
“Are you ready?” Ethan asked, sweat beading on his brow.
“I couldn’t be more ready.”
With a deep breath, he pulled out and started thrusting.
I was ready to come in an instant but I held back, hoping to savor every single moment.
The second he thrust back into me, my head fell back.
Bright lights sparked across my vision, and a feeling of weightlessness consumed me.
I became wetter and wetter as my body begged for the release I had been denying it.
I grabbed onto Ethan’s back and he hissed in a breath as my nail accidentally cut through his skin, but I was no longer in control.
I leaned up, giving him access in ways I didn’t know were possible.
He took full advantage. He slipped his arm behind my waist, lifting my hips even higher, and then he started slamming into me.
He whispered words that didn’t make any sense, but to me they felt like praise.
Goosebumps covered my skin as I grazed his neck with my teeth.
It wasn’t something I would normally do, but with him everything was different.
I wanted the intensity, and I wanted him to be rough, something I had always avoided.
As if reading my thoughts, Ethan wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled back.
“Come for me,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I can’t,” I whispered, and he froze.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I’m not ready.”
With a groan he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach.
He slipped his hand under my waist and pulled up so I could be fully exposed and at his disposal.
Without warning, he dived in. My body stiffened as his tongue flicked over my clit, sending waves of electricity straight through me.
It was the best thing I’d ever felt, but it didn’t help me release my orgasm.
Ethan thrust deeper, deliciously teasing my G-spot, and it got that pressure building.
I grabbed his sheet and bit his pillow as the need for release became overwhelming.
And then, just as my legs began to tremble, he stopped.
I wanted to curse at him until he pulled me further back and slammed into me again.
His hand moved around my body and his fingers started teasing my clit, replacing his hot tongue.
“Oh. My. God,” I breathed as my back arched.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me as the dam, which had never so much as cracked, completely collapsed.
Ethan called out my name as his fingers bit into my skin.
His body stiffened and his movements became erratic.
A warmth spread deep within me as he let go as well, and for a moment I was extremely upset.
I wasn’t ready for this experience to end because I honestly didn’t know what was going to happen next.
I had also never met someone who could make me feel the way he did, both physically and emotionally.
But I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.
Ethan pushed me aside and collapsed next to me with a huff.
Just as I started feeling like a discarded rag, he pulled me down and into his chest. He was breathing heavily, but still he hadn’t said a word, and I had no idea what that meant.
So I just lay there with my head resting on his shoulder and my hand over his heart. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder as I traced little circles over his chest.
“I’m not ready to let you go,” he quietly admitted.
My heart skipped a beat and suddenly everything started sinking in. I had slept with Ethan Rose while I was supposed to help him study, and he liked it so much that he wasn’t ready to let go. It felt like it should’ve been the best day of my life, but I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I have finally discovered the purpose of the Krebs cycle,” he randomly said, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I whispered under my breath.
He smiled against my forehead.
“Have you ever thought about life after college?” he asked, running a hand over my back.
“Yeah,” I admitted, looking up at him. “I’m going to go home and apply to work at the primary school. They always struggled to find teachers who were willing to live in such a small town, and I want to give back, so…”
“You always have things planned out so well. I wish I could be like that, but all I’ve ever thought about was football.
I don’t even know what I’m going to do if it doesn’t work out, but one thing I’ve always known is that I want something steady.
You know, not temporary like most things tend to be these days. ”
I was shocked to hear those words leaving his lips. Ethan wasn’t the type you’d expect steadiness from. It was completely against his nature, but the idea of it sounded so damn tempting.
“You seem like the type who sticks around,” he said, tightening his grip. “Something steady.”
My breath caught at his words, but before I could respond, his phone buzzed. He threw a pillow at it, but it just kept buzzing.
“Who on earth would bother me at…” he looked at my watch and went pale. “Oh, God. It’s four in the afternoon. How can it be four?”
With a sense of urgency, he jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone as he struggled to get into his pants.
“Hey, Coach. I’m sorry my study session ran late, but I’ll be right there,” he said, recording a voice message. “Damn. I totally forgot about the film study.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, and I could tell he was already halfway into his athlete mode. So I sat up, sheets loosely concealing my breasts as the atmosphere in the room shifted.
Before he ran off, he returned to the bed and cupped my face. “This isn’t me running away or leaving you.”
“I know.”
As the door shut behind him, I realized I didn’t know if I was trying to convince him or myself. The awkward silence stretched as I stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t regret what we had done.
But now that it had happened? It had meaning.
And that terrified me.