Chapter 6 Hannah
HANNAH
Ilook over my shoulder at Ethan, then back at Dane. I have no idea what I just walked into but I can feel the sexual tension swimming in the air.
“Just trust me,” he says, like it’s a natural, totally normal thing to just close your eyes in front of a guy you just met. “I don’t bite, I swear,” he adds, beaming that gorgeous smile of his.
I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes, then fold my hands into each other because I don’t know what else to do with them.
My body naturally cranes back as I feel his body inch closer to mine. I hear the crackling of a paper wrapper and the sensation of something close to my face.
I flinch when his whispered voice is right next to my ear, “Inhale.”
As if it’s a reflex from his demand, my lungs expand taking a deep breath and the buttery aroma hits my nostrils. It’s nutty and warm, and distinctly bread.
“Open,” he says, and I swallow thickly. My brows pinch in a mediocre attempt to open my eyes, but I know he meant my mouth, and for some reason I listen without questioning anything.
My lips part as I stick out my tongue. I hear a pleased groan from somewhere deep in Dane’s throat as he lightly presses something on my tongue. I close my mouth around it and my lips catch the tip of his finger.
He lets out a deep breath as I pull away, my tongue caressing along his sensitive skin.
Bergamot and something citrusy along with the crispy shell of the crust of what I assume is a french roll or baguette invades my taste buds.
I don’t know if it’s just the bread or perhaps the fact that one of my senses is now limited but it’s undeniably delicious. It’s got a thin crispy shell with a nutty and chewy inside that tastes like pure heaven.
I can’t help but moan, opening my eyes, as I continue to chew through the crust and into the soft flesh of the bread.
“You moaned,” Dane says, surprised.
I smile as I swallow then lick the corner of my mouth, savoring every last bit of it.
“She can still hum and moan and when she clears her throat or coughs her throat produces the noise. But they had to remove her larynx after the accident. No voicebox, no words,” Ethan replies, answering Dane’s question.
Dane nods, still looking straight at me, his bright blue eyes a shade darker than before. “I like that sound,” he whispers as if he accidentally said it out loud.
My cheeks flush pink because it’s been a long time since a man flirted with me and never has a man had the audacity to do it just feet away from my boyfriend.
Most people see my scar and run in the opposite direction. If they don’t, they definitely don’t look at me the way Dane is right now.
“So, go on now, tell your boyfriend how much you liked my snack.” Dane’s flirt meter is overflowing as he wears a smirk like someone who knows he already won.
I turn around and dip my head to the side with a small agreeable shrug and a tight-lipped smile.
“Traitor.” Ethan rolls his eyes with a lopsided smile.
Dane holds out a fist in a mini celebration; I bump it as he beams a victorious smile in my direction.
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but, I told you so.
” He pokes a bit more at Ethan, then tosses him a small pastry bag, giving him his own carb filled snack, then sits down on the bottom bunk.
Tearing his loaf in half, he hands one side to me and I take it, then sit down on the bean bag chair next to his bed.
Biting into it on my own the second time around is still good, but there was something about being fed by this sexy man while Ethan watched that was far more exciting than I’d like to admit.
I’m no exhibitionist, far from it actually.
I hate when I know that people are staring at me because they’re never staring at ocean blue eyes or silky dark hair.
I’ve always been told I had great bone structure with high cheekbones and a perfectly symmetrical nose.
But no one sees any of that anymore, just my scar.
In one instant moment, it was like everything about me faded and my life was defined by one scar.
It doesn’t bother me, not like it used to at least. I don’t care what other people think, I never really have. But no matter how confident I am, it’s never easy when the staring becomes a grotesque, silent curiosity that turns into sympathy and sorrow.
Dane didn’t look at me that way, though. Not once did a look of pity cross his face. He looked at me the same way he is now, with intent and genuine interest. The same way he’s been looking at Ethan.
I take another bite of Dane’s self proclaimed snack then turn my gaze, smiling at Ethan and sign, “Yummy snack.”
“It’s not a snack,” he signs back.
“I mean him.”
Then my gorgeous, grumpy man blushes.
I love that I can get him worked up so easily. Although, tonight was the first time I’ve seen him worked up for anyone but me. After the club he was quiet but he had the same look of desire that I saw when he finally admitted his curiosity.
It started when we were watching a video of a threesome, then the two men started stroking each other off. I couldn’t explain it, something about it was just so alluring.
Two sexy men, exploring each other's bodies. The deep moans, the guttural groans.
It was the first time I’d ever seen two men together like that. When I glanced over at Ethan, he was just as mesmerized by them, and his face gave away everything.
We watched them pull their cocks together oiled with lube, stroking hard and fast. They’re moans grew louder and louder and I could feel the tension of Ethan holding himself back.
He looked down at me with so much need and desire but his confession was full of shame when he admitted how much he liked watching them. “I think I want that,” he said.
My orgasm came out of nowhere with his confession and the two men roared out their own intense climax. Ethan watched them, soaking everything in and came harder than ever.
I always suspected that was something he wanted but could never admit to, and I hate that he hid that desire for so long from me, even probably from himself.
But after he finally admitted it, I wanted him to know how much I wanted it too, for both of us.
So I’ve been encouraging him to explore.
Which is why we ended up taking this trip.
We’ve been in Europe for a little over a week and tonight was the first time he acted on it.
The sex club was supposed to be a way for him to feel anonymous, so that he wouldn’t feel so ashamed of the things he wanted. Get past that hurdle. I encouraged the club specifically because when I researched this one, they had glory holes that I thought would be a good first step.
He didn’t like the idea at first because he felt like I wasn’t part of it, but I think part of his shame comes from worrying that I won’t like it or that I’ll see him in a different light.
That couldn’t be further from the truth but I knew it would be easier for him to do this without me watching and as anonymous as possible.
Hence the club tonight.
He didn’t say much after, he just wrapped his arms around me, tucked his head into my neck, and held me.
I gave him a few minutes and finally pulled away, signing the question I’d been dying to know.
“Did you like it?”
He just nodded and whispered shamefully. “But I don’t want to do anything like that again without you.” He cupped my cheeks, looking at me with a serious stare.
“But, you do want to do it again?”
His eyes fluttered closed as he took in a deep breath, like the memory of his experience was too much to handle.
“Yes, but only with you.”
“Okay.”
“Come on, let’s get to the hostel and I’ll tell you all about it.”
We haven’t had a chance to talk about the details, but I’m dying to know. I want to know every dirty detail of what happened in that room.
“So, what are your plans in Paris?” Dane asks, bringing my thoughts back to the present.
“Sightseeing mostly. Standard Paris stuff,” Ethan answers for us as he shrugs, sounding terribly uninterested even though I know he’s far from it.
Not only has he been looking forward to coming to Paris, he’s also crushing on our new roommate and my grumpy man hates it.
“Stop brooding,” I sign.
“I’m not,” he signs back.
“Then be nicer.”
My movements are slow and deliberate because just like when you speak in a more serious tone, I do the same when I sign and he knows it.
And since I like poking at him, I continue.
“I will tell him our plans to go back to that club…and invite him.”
I give him a snarky smirk.
His eyes widen and he leans forward looking as if he wants to kill me. I meet him with the same reverence, not backing down because this is what we do.
“You will not.”
“Try me.”
“I will tie up those gorgeous hands if you don’t stop.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Just then Dane starts choking on his water, and a mist of liquid sprays out on the floor as he leans forward beating on his chest.
Ethan pushes himself off his bed and steps over to Dane, patting him on the back as he leans down in front of him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, as he continues to pat.
“Wrong tube,” Dane chokes out as he glances back and forth between the two of us.
He uses his bath towel, tossing it on the floor in front of him to clean up the water and apologizes again.
“No worries, you good?” Ethan asks again.
“Totally, all good.” He pats his chest like he’s invincible. “I have far too much to live for than to die from water bottle asphyxiation.” He looks over at me and winks and I can’t help but blush.
“I just remembered, Sally needed some extra details from me and I forgot to go back down there.” He stands and grabs his wallet from his backpack.
“Who’s Sally?” Ethan asks.
“The lady at the front desk. Well, technically she’s the owner. I’ve stayed here before so I know her. She let me check in but I forgot to give her my credit card details. I’ll be right back.”
Dane pats Ethan on the back then turns toward the exit and winks again. That damn wink of his.
Right as he passes through the door, Ethan steps toward me, placing his hands into the bean bag chair and hovers over me.
“You flirting in front of me is doing unexplainable things to my cock.”
“Is that right?” I sign with a smirk.
He nods as he nuzzles into my neck, kissing my jawline until his lips land on mine.
I know we don’t have much time, but I want to hear how he felt, what he thought, and every detail of what happened.
“Tell me about the club.”