Chapter 11
Kayla
My head falls back as he pushes inside me. His cock is so fucking big. My hips rise off the bed as he fully sheaths me and then stops. He lets me settle around his girth as he gazes down at me. A smirk playing across his lips. “Are you okay?”
The way he checks on me every second of this makes my heart melt. I nod, running my hand up and down his chest. “I’m okay. Keep going.”
He looks between our bodies as he pulls out slightly and pushes back in, this time harder than the last. The pressure makes me pinch my eyes shut as a sharp pain erupts in my pussy before pleasure takes over.
I run my hand up his chest to the back of his neck and pull him down to me, letting our bodies rest on one another, feeling his skin against mine as he begins to move at his own pace.
It’s slow. So slow as he takes his time, feeling every part of me for his own pleasure.
“Faster,” I whisper against his lips. The agonizingly slow speed he’s doing is driving me wild. I need it fast and hard. “Harder.”
He braces himself against my headboard as he pulls out and slams back inside of me, causing me to cry out.
But he doesn’t stop. He repeats it, this time, picking up his pace to slam in and out of me until my pussy begins to tighten.
I can feel the pressure rising again, and this time, I want to fall so hard I forget about everything but how his cock makes me feel.
“Right there,” I moan, raking my nails down his chest. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” I plead as he listens.
He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing gently at first before I wrap my hand around his and squeeze harder. “Take it.” I croak, “take my air away from me. Fuck me until I’m blue.”
He listens. His hand is tightening around my windpipe until I can no longer take a breath, and he picks up his pace even faster. I feel it when my orgasm rushes through me. The way his thrusts falter when I tighten around him so tightly that he can barely move. But he pushes through it.
A moment later, his whole body stills right before he pulls out of me. Ropes of cum land on my naked torso with a groan from his lips. Then he lets my neck go as I take in a much-needed breath.
We are both panting by the time he rolls to the side and yanks me toward him, not caring that he is smearing his cum onto his own skin. Then he runs his hand through my hair gently. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, kissing my forehead.
I’m surprised by how easy it is to fall asleep on his chest. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat against my cheek as we lay in the dark together.
By the time I wake up, our bodies are entangled.
Our legs cross over each other, and Ethan’s arm is draped over my waist. He grumbles behind me as I shift his arm off of me so that I can get up.
My neck is cricked to the side, and my back is killing me.
But other than that, I feel like I’ve slept better than I ever have before.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles when I pull back the covers and sit up on the side of the bed.
I look over my shoulder at him. His red curls are flopped over his face, and a lazy smile is plastered on his face. He is cute in the morning. “I’m hungry. Just going to make breakfast.”
He says something that I can’t understand as he slowly falls back asleep. Apparently, last night was a lot for him. I smile to myself as I get out some bacon and eggs from the fridge, setting them on the counter.
By the time breakfast is done, Ethan is groaning as he gets out of bed. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes into the small bathroom, and a moment later, I hear the sound of water hitting water. Apparently, he really had to pee.
When he comes out and leans against the counter behind me, I can feel his eyes on the back of my head. “Why are you staring at me?”
He clears his throat. “Is that regular food?”
I turn toward him as I plate the last of the eggs. Then I squint my eyes at him. “Does it smell like normal food?”
He sniffs the air. “Yeah, smells like bacon,” he chuckles.
“Good cause, that’s what it is. I wouldn’t feed you human meat without your consent, Ethan. I’m not a monster.”
He raises his brow at the comment, but I don’t bother pointing it out. It’s too early to be having that type of conversation.
We both sit at the table and dig into our food. For a few minutes, the only sound in the camper is the scrape of forks against plates and the occasional quiet hum from the fridge. It’s normal. And I don’t do normal. Not with another person, anyway.
But here I am, sitting across from the man I fucked after he helped me butcher a body last night..
Once I’m done, I bring my plate to the sink and rinse it, letting the warm water ground me for a moment. I hear the sound of Ethan standing from the table behind me. “You going back out there today?”
I run the soap over the dish and begin to scrub it clean. “Yep.”
“I’ll come with you.” He leans over me to place his dish in the sink next to mine.
I tilt my head toward him. “That wasn’t an invitation.”
He shrugs, invading my space so closely that I can feel the heat from his body. “I know.”
I turn to face him so I can look in his eyes. “Then why are you inviting yourself? You don’t have to help. I am perfectly capable of handling this on my own, and this part of the job is… different.”
It’s his turn to raise his brow, but he doesn’t take a step back. “I’m already involved in whatever this is, Kayla. Just let me help you. What could possibly go wrong with an extra set of hands?”
I sigh. “Fine, but you do exactly as you’re told.”
He puts up three fingers across his heart. “Scouts honor.”
I roll my eyes, turning back toward the sink and finishing cleaning the dishes.