Ethan Whitmore #2
“I promise.” I held up my pinky as I grinned.
Her eyes dropped into slits, but her smile matched mine.
“Fine.” She locked her finger with mine.
Julia, Preston and Trenton walked in our direction, but my youngest siblings were the only two who stopped to converse.
Trenton still wasn’t feeling the fact that I invited Ava to the auction, but I could give a rat’s ass about his attitude.
As long as he kept his mouth closed and stayed in his lane, we wouldn’t have any problems. Lowkey, I think the muthafucka was a racist.
“We’re about to go out for drinks. Do you guys wanna come with us?” Julia asked.
“Um, thank you for the invite, but I have to pass tonight,” Ava declined sweetly.
“Are you sure? Because the place we’re going to will have you so lit.” Preston added.
“And we won’t be staying out too long.” Julia added after him.
“I’m sure.” she giggled.
“What about you?” Julia turned to me.
“Nah, I’m good. I’m about to take her home, and I have other business to tend to afterward.”
“Oh, my gosh, you two are so lame. But, then again, you both do have children to tend to, so it’s understandable. Well, I guess we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Julia leaned in to give Ava a hug first, and then me.
“Goodnight.” Preston followed with a fist pound.
I opened the door and helped Ava inside.
One glance at her round ass in her dress had my thoughts shift to a place they shouldn’t have gone to.
After she gave my driver her address, he rolled the partition to give us some privacy, but we sat in silence for a good five minutes before I had to break the ice.
“I’m glad you came out tonight.”
“I’m glad you invited me.” She smiled. “I didn’t think I would enjoy myself, but I honestly did. I’ve never been to an art exhibition. The paintings were beautiful.”
“Yeah, they were alright. The environment wasn’t my cup of tea, but I guess that comes with the changes I’m making to my lifestyle.”
“It’s a good look on you, though, being a CEO. To be honest, I like seeing you dressed up like this. You give off so much sex appeal.”
“Is that right?”
My eyes were trained on her lips because her smile intensely held my attention. I could tell she was blushing because the twinkle in her eyes told it all. She shyly placed her hand over her face while giggling.
“Don’t give me that look, Ethan.”
“What look?” I chuckled. “I mean, shit, I can’t help it. You're so beautiful.” I gazed into her chocolate brown eyes.
“Thank you,” she looked away from me to hide her smile.
“Can I kiss you?” I blurted.
I had wanted to kiss and suck on her lips since the first day I met her at Sweet Frog.
The fact that we were able to cross paths again after that day proves I was meant to pursue her.
I wasn’t trying to be rude or awkward by throwing myself on her without consent.
I watched her body stiffen, and she hesitated.
I didn’t even know what the hell I was thinking.
As a matter of fact, I wasn’t thinking when I asked.
Before I could say another word, she leaned in and placed her soft lips gently on mine. At first it was a slow peck. Her breathing became slightly heavy as she sat still with her eyes closed. I wondered what thoughts were rotating in her mind.
Instead of asking, it was my turn to lean in and kiss her again.
I latched onto her bottom lip and gently sucked.
The moan that she hummed sounded so sweet, and I wanted to hear it again.
I deepened our kiss as her arms found their way around my neck.
She climbed onto my lap, and my hands reached around her waist before sliding down to caress her soft ass.
Slowly, I lifted her dress, giving me easier access.
My hands had a firm grip on her cheeks, exposing that she opted to wear a thong underneath.
I pulled the thin fabric from between her crack and swiped her pussy from behind.
The way she moistened my fingers had me ready to explore every inch of her body.
I had an urge to tell the driver to take us straight to my place, but decided against it.
I took my time and massaged her insides with my middle finger then added my index.
Two fingers swirled knuckles deep with my thumb gently rubbing circles on her ass cheek.
Smoothly, she removed her lips from mine and started trailing toward my neck.
Her sweet breath blew against my skin as she gasped, and I felt her body shake.
I knew exactly what that meant, so I dug a little deeper tickling her cervix with more pressure.
“Ohh, Ethannnn,” she purred.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed a hold of my wrist to get me to stop.
“Nahh, let go and ride the wave,” I whispered back before sucking on her neck. “As soon as the moment is right, I’ma fuck the shit outta you, respectfully. You hear me?”
“I hear youuu!” she cooed.
“How does that feel?” I asked, changing the rhythm of my movements.
“It feels sooo good.” Her head fell backward.
I kissed and sucked all around her neck. Her skin was so sweet that I had to get a quick lick of my fingers to get a taste of her juices. She watched in amazement as I cleaned my fingers then went back in for more.
“Damn, you wet as hell.”
I used my free hand to pull down the front of her dress, exposing her left breast. Her Hersey kissed areola jiggled in my face, waiting for me to suck on it.
The moment I carefully clenched my teeth around it, she gasped.
I had self-control like a muthafucka, but the other side of me was trying to show his ass.
It wasn’t time to let him out completely, but I let him get a little taste.
My hand wrapped around the front of her neck with a slight squeeze. My mouth still latched onto her as she melted in my mouth. Instantly, her grip on my shoulders tightened, and I felt her legs quiver.
“You better not cum without my permission.” I spoke against her lips.
“It’s right there,” she panted.
“If you cum without my permission, I promise you we’re gonna have a problem. Do you understand me?”
“Yesss,” she cooed.
“Nah, sweetheart, that’s yes, sir.” I increased my pace. “You tried me tonight. Didn’t I tell you about that sir shit? Now look at you.” I whispered in her ear. “Your legs are shaking, Ava. Are you ready to cum for me?”
“Yes, sir, pleaseee,” she begged.
I teased her a few seconds longer to see if she could continue to hold out. Then I latched back on to her nipple and whispered, “Let that shit out.”
On cue, her body jerked, and she released her love down my hand and onto my pants.
A part of me felt satisfied, but the other half still wanted more.
Still holding on to each other, I put her thong back in place and fixed her dress.
After two minutes, she finally climbed off me.
We weren’t too far from her place, and the silence that filled the air seemed awkward.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She spoke softly without looking my way.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
When we pulled up to her spot, I didn't want her to get out and leave. I stopped her before she reached for the door. The look in her eyes was questioning as I pulled her toward me and placed a kiss on her lips.
“I have to go,” she whispered as if someone was listening to us.
Although she said that, I knew she didn’t want to. We sat still for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as I stared into her eyes.
“Come home with me.”
“I can’t do that.” She shook her head. “And what just happened can’t ever happen again. I’m sorry but thank you again for tonight.”
With that said, she got out and waltzed up the driveway.
I had the driver wait until I watched her disappear into the house.
I wished we could’ve ended our night differently, but I was a patient dude.
In the meantime, I needed to come up with the perfect nickname for my shorty.
She didn’t know it yet, but Mr. Whitmore was about to be stamped all over that ass.
The process had already begun; ain’t no turning back now.