Chapter 20
Mia
The conversation I’d overheard at Old City Records was another bust. Nothing was out of the ordinary at Scores. I still can’t believe I allowed a stripper to talk me into learning how to give a lap dance. Ethan assured me it was a trick to get him to fork over more money.
Well, it worked.
After my brother told me he was going home with Clarke, which wasn’t surprising, I left the club with Ethan.
Tonight is the night.
The wait is over.
Finally.
Ethan guides me off the elevator with his hand on my back. We walk down a lavish hallway and stop at the last door on the right.
He sticks the keycard into the tiny slot on the door and winks. “Don’t be nervous.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not.”
“You bite your cheek. That’s always been your tell.”
“Last I checked, I’m not a poker player, and you’re not a mind reader.”
“Okay, smart ass.” He opens the door for me and ushers me inside. “Let’s go. Get your sexy ass on my bed.”
Without another argument, I step inside the massive suite, staring in awe at my surroundings.
Ethan grew up rich. He still has a trust fund from his grandparents, and millions are coming in from the Flyers.
A hotel room like this is nothing out of the ordinary for him.
But to me, this is as close as I’ll ever come to feeling like a princess.
The open-concept living room alone is bigger than my entire crappy apartment.
Ethan steers me through a set of open double doors that lead to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the massive bed. He stands between my legs and pushes on my shoulder. I peek up at him, my elbows digging into the soft mattress.
I have a feeling Ethan will be rough with me. My first sexual encounter with him was different from past men. No one had ever bitten me or held my hands, so I couldn’t escape. I liked it—a lot. And I want him to do it again.
Ethan bends down in front of me, his expression intense. “I promise to take it easy on you the first time. You can relax.”
I laugh. “I’m relaxed.”
A smirk turns up the right corner of his mouth. “You’re about to make every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.” He runs his fingers along my arm, leaving a trail of bumps along my hot skin. “My cock needs to be inside you, so fucking deep you feel me everywhere.”
I gasp at his words. This side of Ethan is so exciting my skin pricks with heat. Nervous energy dances along my skin, causing the anxiety to creep up from the back of my throat. I hadn’t expected to be this on edge, but everything needed to be perfect for my first time with my first crush.
My first and only love.
My nipples harden to stiff points when Ethan dips his hand between my legs. He moves my thong to the side to roll his thumb over my clit.
“You like that?” His voice is deep, husky.
“Yes,” I moan, leaning back on the mattress.
Ethan drags his finger along my slick folds. I’m so wet my juices slide down my inner thigh. Ethan commits every feature to memory as he rakes over my breasts with a greedy look. Licking his lips, he picks up the pace as his fingers slide deeper inside me.
He bends down to taste me, and our kiss only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away, leaving me panting and wanting more.
Ethan spreads me wider, his fingers so deep inside me I can feel him everywhere.
So close to finding my release, my entire body trembles to the point Ethan has to grip my shoulder to hold me in place.
My skin grows warmer, the heat radiating off me in waves. “Yes,” I moan, so close to finishing.
“That’s it, baby.” Ethan licks my neck. “Come for me.” His words are a whisper on his lips.
He grazes his teeth along my skin, igniting every pleasure point in my body. I ride the wave, each orgasm hitting me harder than the last.
Ethan buries his face in the crook of my neck. “You smell so fucking good. Like sex and apples.” He slides his fingers out of me so damn slow a chill runs down my spine, causing me to shiver.
After I come down from my high, Ethan raises his fingers to his mouth and loudly sucks my juices from them. I watch as he devours every last drop. My body shakes, hungry, desperate, and ready for more.
“I love the taste of your sweet pussy. Once is not enough.”
Ethan kicks off his shoes and then lowers his zipper. Piece by piece, he discards his clothes until a pile of fabric is on the floor next to us. Now, it’s my turn.
He lifts me off the bed, unzips my skirt, and pushes the material over my hips.
Electricity pulsates along my skin, the feeling of being bared to him causing my heart to slam against my rib cage.
Next are my shirt and bra. Ethan sucks in a deep breath as he appraises my naked body.
He doesn’t speak when he drops to his knees, holding onto me as he lowers himself to the carpet.
He guides me to the mattress and makes room for himself between my legs.
A ripple of pleasure shoots through my body when Ethan kisses his way up my thigh and then takes the string of my thong into his mouth. With his hot breath on my skin, a rush of heat spreads down my thighs.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this for weeks.” His voice is deep and husky as he removes my underwear.
He spreads my legs wider, and my eyes slam shut when he rolls his tongue along my sensitive skin.
“And this,” he says. “Your pussy is my favorite thing to eat.” He gives me a few lazy licks, lapping my juices as if I were his meal. “It’s the only thing I want to eat.”
His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue dips between my slick folds again, a tremor rocks me to the core.
As he shoves two fingers inside me, I moan his name.
And with each flick of his tongue, I come undone.
I can’t even function, my head swimming from the pleasure shooting through my body.
He doesn’t waste time, quickly helping me reach the peak of my climax.
Out of breath and unable to function, I’m unsure how much more I can take when he rolls the condom down his long, thick length.
Rubbing the tip of his cock along my entrance, he teases me to the point I swear I could come again just from the light friction.
He leans forward, his muscular body caging me against the mattress as he presses his lips to mine. I stick out my tongue, and I taste myself on him when I do.
Staking his claim, Ethan cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth with his tongue. He’s rough and aggressive, and he takes what he wants from me with each flick of his tongue.
I want to savor this moment after waiting ten years to have him back in my life. This night has to be perfect. Most of the time, I build something up in my head to the point I become disappointed when it happens. But not with Ethan. Every single wish I’ve ever made has come true.
When he steels his lips from mine, I gasp for air.
His lips are swollen, his mouth glistening.
He lines himself up at my entrance, and without a second to brace myself for the thickness of his cock, he plunges into me.
The pressure builds within, my insides so tight and ready to burst with each rush of heat that takes over my body.
I peek up at him with my bottom lip tucked into my mouth. Riding out the pain that comes with the overwhelming pleasure, I close my eyes. I let out a series of screams. Everything about this moment is surreal, from the man thrusting into me to the orgasms he steals from my body.
Ethan shifts his weight, lifting me to be on top of him.
His movements are so effortless I’m surprised at how fast our positions have changed.
He bounces me on his cock, burying himself so deep inside me that my body aches.
Ethan is a part of me like a tattoo inked on my skin.
We are connected in ways I’d only imagined.
No one has ever fucked me like Ethan. Never. Ever. And no one ever will. Ethan has the stamina I’d expect from a hockey player.
“You’re gonna come again,” he says against my lips. “I can feel it. Strangle my dick with your pussy. Come for me, little lamb.”
He makes me feel like his property. I want to belong to Ethan. As if forcing it out of me, he gets his wish. I come so hard on his cock that he groans.
“Fuck,” he hisses. Ethan presses his lips to mine and holds me there as his orgasm hits him. His entire body shakes, each pulse of his cock sending me over the edge.
After his body stops trembling, he slides me off him. I roll onto my side to look into his eyes, already missing him inside me. My thighs smack together from all the pounding he did between them, trembling with need and hoping for more.
He blinks a few times, his stunning green eyes never leaving mine. Ethan grabs his cock, the thick muscles in his arms flexing as he tightens his grip. I watch him as intently as he studies me. His gaze travels between us as if he wants to go another round.
After a slight pause, he kisses the top of my head before he slides off the bed. “Can you handle more?”
I nod, earning a smirk from Ethan.
He tips his head toward the bathroom. “Are you coming?”
What a dumb question.
Of course I am.