Track 13 Dancing with Our Hands Tied #2
“There you are, Ethan!” Teresa linked her arm in his. “Come help me finish making the plates for our S’mores. I wasn’t sure if you wanted the spiked marshmallows with extra toppings or not.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes before pulling him away.
With my heart racing, I stacked my plate full of everything and returned to the fireplace.
Finding my place right next to Ryan, I picked up a stick and stabbed a marshmallow with it, holding it over the fire.
Ethan and Teresa sat directly across from us, and his eyes immediately met mine. Ryan placed his arm around my shoulder, and Teresa offered Ethan a piece of her S’more.
Through the dancing flames that separated us, I watched his every move and he watched mine. He let Teresa take off his jacket and wear it over her shoulders. I let Ryan rub his hand against my exposed thighs.
When Teresa finally left his side, I considered walking over to him, to assure him that I had no intention of sleeping with Ryan—ever, but Greg picked up a foghorn and silenced everyone.
“Hey, guys!” Greg yelled from the center of the room. “I just got off the phone with the owners of the lodge and they said the power will be back on soon!”
Loud applause filled the room.
“Until then, we still need everyone to stay here in the main building, just in case it takes longer than they think.” He held up a bucket and shook it. “But while we wait, I would like to share my contribution to this trip with you all.”
“You finally paid your share for the food?” someone asked.
“Hell no.” He scoffed, laughing. “I did buy a shit ton of his and her pleasure condoms though. The premium brand.”
A bunch of guys cheered, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he made his way around the room with his contribution.
To my surprise, Ryan grabbed a few condoms from the bucket when it came around.
“Just in case you want to later,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against my cheek. “No pressure.”
Ethan slammed his plate down and walked over to me, glaring at me as he extended his hand. “I need to talk to you, Rachel. Now.”
The look on his face made me hesitate to argue in front of everyone.
“Will you excuse me for a second, Ryan? My roommate wants to discuss something about the house, I think.”
“Of course.” He smiled, and Ethan tugged me up, pulling me into the pool table room.
Shutting the door, he crossed his arms and glared at me.
Swallowing, I took a step back, and he took a step forward. When I stepped back again, I was up against an ice-cold window, and he followed me.
He placed his hands on the glass, on both sides of my head, trapping me to the spot.
I looked into his eyes as he looked into mine, waiting for him to say whatever the hell he had to say, but words never came.
Without warning, he pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me—hard. My hands went to his hair and I moaned as he deepened our kiss.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slipped his hand under my skirt and ripped off my panties in one smooth motion. He tucked them into his pocket and pinned me against the glass with his hips.
I felt his cock hardening against my thigh and dropped my hands to unbuckle his belt.
Stepping back slightly, he raised his eyebrow as I unzipped his pants, as I failed to free his cock.
Grabbing my hand, he pressed it against his stomach—guiding it down past his navel, and into his briefs.
I gasped as his cock hardened against my touch, as he guided my hand up and down his long and thick length. My cheeks reddened under his intense stare, and I gripped his cock a bit harder—making him groan, as I continued moving my hand up and down.
“Pull it out,” he said, his voice hoarse.
I obliged and pulled it from his pants—blushing again when I saw how huge he was.
He pulled a condom package from his pocket and placed it into my hand—silently commanding me to put it on him.
I pulled at the wrapper, struggling to open it, so he took it from my hands and tore it open for me.
As I rolled it onto him, he gently pulled my tiara from my hair and set it on the pool table. Unzipping the front of my costume, he stared into my eyes and pressed his forehead against mine.
I tugged the hem of his shirt—pulling it upward, but he pushed my hands away and smiled. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor, revealing his perfect set of washboard abs.
With his eyes still on mine, he slid his hands against my sides and gently lifted me up, setting me on top of the pool table. He slid his fingers against my pussy, groaning when he felt that I was soaking wet.
Slipping two fingers deep inside of me, he pressed his mouth against mine and teased me with a long and slow kiss that ruined every other kiss that came before it. Stroking me with his fingers, he sucked my bottom lip in and out of his mouth.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he whispered.
I didn’t move. I was still returning his kisses, still struggling to focus, as he gently bit my bottom lip.
“Rachel.” He pulled his fingers out of me, moved his mouth away from mine. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I obliged, and he guided his cock against my pussy—burying himself deep inside of me with one stroke.
Before I could scream out in pleasure, he muffled my mouth with kisses. He gripped my ass and squeezed it, lifting me up and against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept my legs around his waist.
I shut my eyes as he pounded into me, as he fucked me harder and deeper than I’d ever been fucked before.
“Look at me,” he warned, his voice soft. “Rachel, look at me.”
My eyes remained closed and his rhythm became faster. He groaned as my nails dug into his skin, and when I finally opened my eyes, I saw the door opening.
I started to say something, but Ethan muffled my mouth all over again.
Someone stepped inside and tossed something into the trash, quickly closing the door, as if they hadn’t noticed us at all.
“Ahh …” My head hit the window when Ethan let go of my mouth, and he gripped my waist a little harder.
My pussy began throbbing against his cock, as he switched up the tempo. It was still fast, less reckless. Still dominant.
“Hmmm.” He pressed his mouth against my neck, right where he’d left the last mark that I’d covered in concealer. Then he whispered, “I left that mark for a reason …” He trailed his tongue against my skin in a circle, teasing me with his teeth—definitely giving me another reminder from his mouth.
“Ohhhh….” I felt myself losing control as intense tremors ran up and down my spine. “Ethannn….”
He didn’t get a chance to answer.
I screamed out in utter bliss as an orgasm wracked its way through my body, as he attempted to soften my sounds with his kisses again.
My entire body shook and he set me down on the pool table—sliding his cock into me a few more times before he found his own release. As he came, he kept his arms locked around me, kissing my forehead every few seconds.
Panting, we stared at each other—remaining entwined.
He trailed his fingers against my collarbone after my breathing steadied, smiling at me and making my heart race. “You okay?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He slowly pulled out of me and I gripped the edge of the table to keep my balance.
Tossing the condom into the trash, he looked at me again—making me wish we’d had each other years ago.
He lifted me off the pool table and set me on the floor. Then he kissed my lips again and whispered, “Come to my room, so we can finish this.”
“Okay …” I said, breathless. “What about Ryan and Teresa?”
“What about them?” He trailed his finger against my lips. “They’ve never mattered to either of us.”