13. April
13
April
I sat on the couch, finishing a second beer while Ethan showered. I felt as cold as ice for not caring about Paul. People could numb you to the point of not giving a shit, whether they were dead or alive. Ten years of marriage, and I felt nothing but freedom.
If caught, we’d both go to jail. Although Ethan left the P drawn on the desk, I didn’t think Manning would believe the Punishers bit Paul’s dick off. That could be blamed on a hooker since he loved them so much.
There was a ten-year difference between Ethan and me, and I was still trying to adjust to that number. If he really did love me and really did want to hook up, what about kids? Would he want one, two, or three? That would have to happen pretty soon. I tucked my feet beneath my ass and smiled. I was putting the cart before the horse. A girl could dream.
I stared at the TV in front of me. A PS5 sat on the shelf below the TV. Several video games sat in a stack next to the PS5. Video games were a good indication of maturity. I didn’t want a man ignoring me over a video game any more than I wanted a man ignoring me over the stock ticker at the bottom of his computer screen. Sitting there, I decided to go all in on Ethan. To trust the things he said.
“Somebody’s deep in thought,” Ethan said. I turned, and he was standing naked in the bedroom doorway, drying his hair. Fuck, he looked young, too young. Get over it, April, I told myself. “You okay?”
“Yeah, psych school doesn’t teach you how to deal with your own shit. I’m kind of numb right now to everything and hoping I don’t lose it later.” I stood and removed the towel around me. I tossed it and the towel around my hair to the side. There, we were both naked.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Ethan said. He came toward me and scooped me into his arms. I could practically feel the blood coursing through his veins. I put a hand against his rock-hard chest. Damn, I wanted him to fuck me silly. Fuck all my problems away and leave me spent.
“Are you sure, Ethan?” I asked, promising myself not to ask again.
In the bedroom, Ethan laid me on the bed. “Can you handle a younger man?”
I shrugged. It was a good question. Fucking Paul wasn’t much of a fuck. “I’ll answer that in the morning.”
Ethan lay beside me, and I turned to face him. I stayed in his arms for several minutes, our lips rarely parting. His dick grew against my stomach, and every bit of me melted. My heart thumped against his bare chest, and any trepidation I had about him and all the things Ethan Towles vanished.
I started kissing down Ethan’s chest, and he stopped me. What the ever living hell? He saw the terror in my eyes and smiled. He started down my body, and I relaxed. When he moved over me, it blocked out the entire world. I put my hands on his chest and looked down as he kissed my breasts, lingering at my nipples, sucking and nibbling. His large muscular hands covered my tits.
As he continued down my stomach, he squeezed my nipples, a pain I always wanted that no other man could accommodate. He kissed around my navel and then continued down between my legs, licking the smooth blond landing strip right above my clit. Hearing him moan sent a flood of wetness between my legs. He licked the wetness with skill, caring, and a determination to please me. Please me first. That was a thing?
He licked between my pussy lips, the tip of his long tongue sinking into me. Smooth—his tongue along my walls. His hands slipped from my breasts, moving down my sides, thumbs gentle against my skin.
His hands went under my legs, and he held me in place, the assault with his tongue unbearably delightful. A thick finger entered, and I came seconds later. I actually came. I couldn’t remember the last time that happened at a man's hands.
I thought Ethan was done until his tongue dropped lower, licking my ass. He pushed my legs toward my tits and drove his tongue into my ass.
“My gawd,” I said, whimpering like a helpless damsel in distress. I wasn’t sure what he would do next, but I wanted more than anything for him to take me in the ass, that one thing I’d never done before.
His mouth went at me again and again, a wide finger penetrating my ass. I came again, and when I did, he held his mouth against my clit, his moans vibrating up my helpless body.
Twice?
I closed my legs around his head, gently squeezing.
Ethan’s hands came back up my body, stroking my tits, inflicting just the right amount of pain and pleasure. I watched his arms flex; everything about the man gave me butterflies .
When I relaxed, he crawled forward and pressed his lips against mine, mouths opening, tongues touching. Ethan made sensual love to my mouth with his. I reached between us and tried to move his cock to my pussy lips. He pulled away and sat back on his knees, his dick pointing straight ahead.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I said.
“We aren’t finished.”
“Hope we never are, baby.”
“Remember what I said,” he said. He put his hands on my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. “I always keep my promises."
“Be gentle,” I said jokingly. I so much didn’t want him to be. I wanted to experience a fuck that left me spent and breathless. To give myself over to a man like Ethan, feeling his hands hard on my hips, his cock plowing into me. He didn’t disappoint me. “I’m kidding,” I added, and he smiled.
Ethan pulled my hips up and back; my 125 pounds were nothing to him. I spread my knees and looked back. He had fire in his eyes. His dick throbbed as it slid inside me. He didn’t ram forward. No, not at all. But he did move in all the way to the base of his cock, the filling emphatically satisfying.
Back and forth he went, faint grunts spilling from his mouth. A hand released my hips and then grabbed a handful of hair. I let out a whimper, and he pulled back, his other hand moving to my shoulder.
Then it started. The slamming of hips against my ass. The plowing forward of his cock. The spreading of my pussy.
The man was relentless. When I thought he had come and finished, he pressed my head to the bed and continued his assault. I came again as my mind wafted toward oblivion. Moments later, I felt Ethan’s explosion. He tensed, hands squeezing hips. There would be bruises, but there would also be ecstasy .
Ethan backed away and lay on his side. He pulled me back against him, his large arm coming over my side. Only a few days had passed since seeing him in that parking lot, and now I was in his arms. The universe had finally come to my side.
“Thank you,” I said. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
Ethan chuckled. “It was my pleasure. It won’t be the last one.” He brushed back the hair that had fallen over my face. “You’re an amazing woman, April.” He lay back, and I put my head on his chest. His dick grew again. “I’m pretty sure you saved my ass from going to jail.”
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about, Ethan. The man I shot. He died.”
Ethan nodded and shrugged—no big deal. “We have run-ins with the worst of the worst, April. Those men would have killed me and raped you. They would have taken turns until you collapsed and died. You stood up for me and, more importantly, for yourself. Don’t let people use you, April. And sure as fuck don’t let anyone push you around. Sharp was an asshole who was already in bad shape. A bullet in the shoulder didn’t kill the man. Something else did.”
“Paul deserved what he got, didn’t he?” I laid on top of Ethan and kissed his chin. “I kind of hate myself for not being sad about that. I feel like I should feel something. You know?”
“You’ve seen some pretty fucked up things this week, babe. I know you’re scared. I’ll help you through your shit just like you’ve helped me.” He reached down and shifted his dick. It stuck up between my legs, the head stretching above my ass cheeks. “Paul deserved what he got. He had you under his desk with a gun pointed at your head. Men like him are cowards. They go after people they perceive as weak or have issues with confidence. They take advantage of you and try to reshape you into the image they want. Fuck that. He got what he deserved. ”
I slid down a bit, and the shaft of his cock pressed against pussy. “I’ve never had a man take up for me. It felt good. Thank you.” He reached behind me and buried the head of his cock between my cheeks.
“I won’t let a man treat you like shit, April. If he does, he’ll answer to me. And I sure as hell will never treat you like that.” He reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer. He stuck his hand in the drawer, and I smiled when I saw the tube of lube in his hand.
“I’ll do my best to stand up for myself,” I said. “It’s going to be something new to adjust to.”
Ethan squeezed a large glob of lube onto two fingers. He stuck his fingers between my ass cheeks. “Speaking of standing up for yourself. Be prepared to have a round or two with some women who go to the club. A lot are just bitches looking to make a name.” A large finger covered in lube slipped into my ass, and I moaned. Ethan kissed me and smiled. “Relax.”
“You mean I’ll have to fight for my man?” I giggled. “Like that country song.” I took a deep breath as his finger moved in and out, working my hole skillfully. I knew what he was doing, and I appreciated his tenderness.
“You might have to,” he said. “Always stand your ground. Never let another woman in the club make you look bad or think she has some kind of power over you. You’ll be tested when you least expect it.”
I moved my knees up along Ethan’s sides, my ass jutting back. His cock head pressed against my asshole. We locked eyes, and as I pushed back, lowering myself onto him, our mouths met. I moaned softly into Ethan’s mouth and grasped the bed on either side of his head. At first, it hurt, spreading me with his wide cock, but he went slow, letting me adjust to his size. Minutes later, my body accepted his size and movements. He relaxed and let me control my own body. I put my hands on his chest for leverage, impaling my ass on his cock. I wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen or how I was supposed to feel. All I knew was that this man, the man-child I’d fawned over a week ago, had treated me with such gentle kindness that I never wanted to be anywhere else but his arms.
Neither of us came the first time he took my ass. But as our relationship grew over time and he taught me things I didn’t know I didn’t know, both our love and sex life hit new levels. I’d fallen in love with a man ten years younger than me. Some thought it was stupid. Some told me I was wrong. Then I thought of Paul. A man ten years older than me. How did that work out? Not very well.
When we finished, Ethan eased from my ass, and we enjoyed each others’ warmth for the next hour. All was right with the world. So many things I’d thought true had been proved wrong since meeting Ethan. I also found things I didn’t think possible were possible with Ethan.
At two in the morning, Ethan rolled from bed and scooped me into his arms. The man took me to the shower and started a warm spray. I thought he meant to fuck me again, this time in the shower. He did not. Instead, Ethan, my god-like man, bathed me.
I enjoyed every minute of his touch. I loved the power of his presence; the way just being in a room with him made me feel safe. I finally knew what it was like to be with a real man.
After the shower, Ethan grabbed a towel and made sure I was dry. He tucked me into bed, and we fell asleep together, touching, my leg over his. When I woke that morning, he was gone.