Chapter 16 Ethan
ETHAN
“I—” My throat bobs as I swallow thickly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I manage to spit out even though I can’t keep a straight face. It dropped, as did my stomach, the moment the words left his lips.
“Ask me how I know,” he says with far too much fucking confidence, looking me dead in the eye.
Panic sears through every cell in my body and everything around me feels instantly smaller. I lean to the left but he follows, blocking me. Then shift to the right but it’s the same.
“Get out of my way.” I nudge him to the side and stand, stepping away from the isolation of the bunk and the man I can’t stop thinking about doing unthinkable things with.
How does he know?
How could he know?
Hannah would have told me if she told him and as I glance in her direction, her wide-eyed, surprised expression is exactly what I would expect. So, how does he fucking know?
I turn around, unable to face him and place my hands on the wall between our bunks.
I hang my head as I go through every moment of today.
Every conversation, every touch, all the flirting.
I knew it was aimed toward both of us, but when he would feel my discomfort he would be extra flirty with Hannah, playing it off.
Not now, though. Now he’s calling out all the silent moments that passed between the two of us today and he knows I went to the sex club, specifically the glory hole.
“Ask me how I know,” he says again. This time it’s a whisper in my ear as his body steps up behind mine, getting closer than he ever has.
I flip around and my back presses up against the wall, creating the space I need from him and his alluring scent. That same masculine scent from last night when he was wrapped in just a towel and his golden skin was still glistening from the shower.
My cock stirs behind my pants at the thought, and at his proximity, but the worry still laces through me.
I’m slightly taller but slouched back, so we’re eye-to-eye and it feels like he towers over me as he steps closer. His eyes are dark and burning with a fire I’ve never seen. They’re lustful, determined, and begging for an answer that I can’t seem to pull out of myself.
I’m angry and embarrassed and rage fills my chest. I want to push him away but my arms are heavy and my feet stay planted as I press my body harder into the wall.
“You’re mistaken,” I’m able to finally breathe out a shaken answer. It’s a lie, but it’s something.
A self-assured smirk tugs at the corner of his lip.
His knowing eyes don’t leave mine as he presses his right palm into the brick wall behind me, caging me in. My breath grows heavy as his left hand grabs my right and he peers down, appraising it, tracing his thumb gently over the line of my scar.
I want to move. I want to pull back, but my body is frozen. The sensitive touch sends a bolt of electricity through me and an unknown excitement spirals through my body.
“I know because this gorgeous, scarred hand slid through that hole giving me the best fucking handjob I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Oh, fuck,” I spit out with his confession and swallow hard. “Fuck.”
Pulling away, I run my hand down my face, attempting to wash away the words.
It was him? It was him.
My mind reels through every second of every moment that happened in that room. How comfortable he made me feel. How much he wanted to please me. How loud he moaned when I kept jerking him off after he told me he was close. How determined I was to please him.
Against my will, my cock hardens behind my pants and I can’t help but flex my hips forward. The movement is small but enough for him to notice.
“Your cock tasted so good coming down my throat.” He leans his body into mine, our cocks flush against each other as he rolls his clothed hips into mine and my breath catches in my throat. “I want to hear you moan again, but this time I want your eyes on me while you scream out my name.”
I shake my head. Not believing that this man was the same man in the room next to mine, as I fed my cock unknowingly through that hole. It throbs again at the thought and I hate how fucking turned on I am by just the memory of him.
“No?” His lips form a tight line as he nods slowly. One foot lifts as he starts to take a step back, respecting my space, but that’s not what I want.
I need him to conquer it, take it over and not allow me the chance to think about it.
I need him to destroy all the negative thoughts I’ve had about this moment.
I need him to shatter all the things holding me back.
But I can’t form any words.
My arm rockets out to his chest, gripping onto his shirt and he freezes.
Dane peers down at his chest, staring at my clenched, shaking hand, then his eyes trail down my body.
I’m cemented into the wall, stiff everywhere except the nervous tremble in my hands, yet the bulge in my pants screams for attention.
He notices and blinks as his eyes rise back up to meet mine.
Tucking his fingers into the waistband of my pants, he yanks me forward, rubbing our dicks together, but harder this time.
Both of his hands hover over my belt as he expertly removes it, ripping it out of the loops.
I feel exposed even though I’m still fully clothed. I have no idea what to do. I grip the other side of his shirt and yank it apart, the buttons fly off as the front of his shirt tears open. He needs to feel as naked and vulnerable as I do. But that easily fed his desire instead of halting it.
He glances down, and that stupid contagious smile of his appears on his face, as he shifts his gaze between his torn button down shirt, Hannah, then me.
“I loved this fucking shirt.” His tone is playful as he grips the open lines of his torn shirt and slips it off his shoulders onto the floor.
His fingers circle my wrists, then he pulls them up over my head and pushes me against the wall, pinning me down.
I buck, in a weak attempt to fight back, but he presses the full weight of his body against mine and I can feel his hard length against my hip. I’ve never been in such a compromising position, especially with a man.
My eyes bounce between his now dark, determined pupils and lips and I can’t help but press my head against the wall and squeeze mine shut to avoid drowning in them.
It was easier when there was a wall between us.
All the thoughts of why I shouldn’t be doing this cycle through my mind, but my disloyal body feels otherwise.
I attempt to push away again, but Dane just presses into me harder, his cloth covered cock strokes mine and I let out a stunted moan.
His lips hover over my ear. “I want to make this good for you.”
I stiffen at the memory of those words, the same ones he whispered through the wall as I had one foot out the door.
He sounds as genuine as he did the first time and for some unknown annoying reason, my body listens to him.
My shoulders relax, releasing the tension they were holding and my breath calms as if his seductive voice soothes me.
“Mmm,” he hums, pleased with my submission. “Good. But, can I trust you not to push me away?”
I want to trust him. I do trust him. But, I can’t trust myself. My mind will override everything and break away from this wall the first chance I get, even though I want to stay glued to his touch.
“Yes,” I reply through a clenched jaw.
“That’s what I thought.” A slow, sexy smirk appears on his lips. “Hannah, can you please come over here and keep your boyfriend's hands busy so he doesn’t rip my skin off while I suck his cock.”