The words all but leave his lips before his mouth is back on mine. I take everything he gives me—his tongue, his hands, his body. I want it all. Even if it’s temporary—a quick fix—I want it. I want him.
His touch consumes me, taking away my breath all in one motion. He palms my ass cheeks and lifts me up until my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Feeling his erection against my leg, I rock my hips against him until I feel the tip of his cock against my clit. His piercing is giving me all kinds of curious and naughty thoughts.
“Vada, fuck,” he growls against my ear. “Any time you do that, I want to bend you over and fuck that tight little ass.”
I swallow, rotating my hips once again. “Would this be the appropriate time to say, Henry?” I joke, knowing that even if I wanted to use our safe word, I wouldn’t unless I truly meant it.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawls, walking us to the bed, “I haven’t even started to make you question your decision to be with me yet. At least wait out the good stuff.” He winks, laying me down once we reach the mattress.
“I’ve been questioning my decisions since the moment you opened the door.”
He towers over my body with his hands firmly planted on both sides of me. Leaning down just enough to brush his lips against mine again with my legs still wrapped around his waist, he whispers, “It’s freeing, isn’t it? Once you stop overthinking and analyzing every little thing, you start learning how to have fun again.”
“I think it’s safe to say I haven’t been thinking straight since I got here,” I admit.
“So why start now?” He flashes his infamous panty-melting smirk that keeps me hypnotized.
I roll my eyes playfully, agreeing that being with him would indeed be freeing. Maybe even a little careless.
“So you’re saying if I have sex with you, I’ll magically get over my writer’s block and finish my manuscript?” I tease, although the thought is intriguing.
“Baby, you have sex with me, and you won’t be able to type fast enough.” He feathers his kisses down my jawline and neck, landing on my earlobe.
My hair cascades around me as I laugh at his overconfidence. Although I have zero doubt the man’s performance will be nothing short of amazing, I have to remind myself that this thing between us can only be physical.
“Sounds like a T-shirt slogan. Have sex with Ethan Rochester and never have writer’s block again! You’d have a line of women around the block.”
He lifts his head, the corner of his mouth tilts up as if he’s giving it some real thought. “You willing to give me an editorial review? You know, to put on the website and all.”
“You wouldn’t need a review. Just a picture of your abs and python-sized cock, and they’d be running over each other faster than a sale on Black Friday.”
“Okay, now you’re just making me sound like a piece of meat. I have feelings, you know.”
“There’s no feelings in fucking,” I remind him, although I’m the one who needs convincing.
“Fuck,” he growls, the tip of his cock torturously brushing against my clit again as he roughly palms my breast. “I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say.”
“Yeah? Well, show me like you mean it then,” I challenge, arching my hips because the way he’s taunting me drives my body insane. His piercing rubs against my pussy again, and I’m two seconds away from flipping him over and riding him like the Raging Bull roller coaster at Six Flags—hard and fast.
He leans back briefly, reaching into the nightstand near the bed and opens the drawer. At first, I’m confused, but then I see he pulls out a strip of condoms. Jesus, does he buy them in bulk? Or perhaps he should just buy stock in the damn things. He probably already does.
He tears one off but doesn’t open it. I watch as he kneels down between my legs and without saying another word, grabs my thighs and pushes my knees to my shoulders.
“Ah!” I yelp, surprised by his quick movements. My ass is hanging off the edge of the bed as he kneels on the floor and presses his mouth directly on my clit.
The moment his tongue sinks inside me, I feel my body floating. His hands palm my ass cheeks as he devours me like the starved man he is. He moans in pleasure as he licks up and down my slit, bringing me closer to the edge with every calculated movement.
“Holy fuck, Ethan,” I blurt out, my head falling back as I arch my body and his tongue slides in deeper. My nails dig into the sheets, and I’m clawing at them with every long stroke he gives me. The way he rotates the tip of his tongue has me moaning and screaming, both wanting more and needing the release.
His mouth takes no prisoners.
A finger slides inside, and he fucks me as he tastes my arousal. I’m so close, but the moment I’m about to come, he teases me with another finger. I’m ready. I need it so fucking badly, and just as my body tightens, he slips one of his fingers into my tight ass.
“Oh my God!” I squeal, my nails digging deeper into the mattress.
It’s so unexpected, and the feeling is so foreign, yet the moment my body relaxes, I know I’ve never come that hard from oral before.
“Hurts good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” Ethan towers over me, drinking me in as my eyelids flutter open.
It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, and while I do, he kisses my neck, shoulder, and chest. He wraps his lips around my nipple and playfully flicks it before moving onto the other.
“Now I see I was right about you…” I give him a dreamy look that proves just how completely smitten I am by him. Even before I saw the whole package, I knew there was something about him. Something mysterious.
“And what’s that, darlin’?” He muses.
“That you’re a bad boy,” I tell him, at the same time reminding myself, Don’t get attached. Just sex.
His smile deepens, and I know it’s not because he finds me funny.
“Baby, I’m not a bad boy.” His tone is steady and honest, and although I want to believe that with every beat of my heart, deep down I know otherwise.
I pluck my bottom lip between my teeth as I gaze up and study him.
“Maybe not, but you’re definitely bad for me.”
Without saying another word, he steps back and sheaths his cock before pressing his tip against my entrance.
“You still sure then?” he asks, wrapping a hand around my neck, so our mouths are only inches apart.
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He slides into me in one smooth motion before sliding back out. God, he’s so thick. His piercing rubs along my walls and brings an added sensation all together. I kind of like it.
As he presses our mouths together, he pushes back in, this time rocking his hips back and forth. My legs are tightly holding him against my body as if he’ll get away. I want him. I need him. Everything he’s giving me, anything, I’ll take it.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Vada,” he whispers, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling. “Who knew a big-mouthed city girl would have such a tight little cunt?”
His words are so crass, yet my body gets hotter every time I hear him talk like that. The characters in my books aren’t any better, but I never realized the words sounded as good on paper as they do in real life.
“You like when I talk like that?” he asks. When I don’t respond, he continues, “I felt you tighten when I talked about your cunt. You liked it, didn’t you?”
“I write about cunts and cocks all the time,” I blurt out like it’s an excuse for my body’s response.
His brow arches, amused. “Well, I hope you’re taking some good notes, baby. I’m about to show you just how bad I can be.”
Before I can truly comprehend his words, he steps back, grabs my ankles from around his waist and places them on top of his shoulders. He nearly bends me in half when he leans back over my chest and roughly pushes inside.
“Shit,” I curse, as I suck in a deep breath. “This sounds a lot easier in books.”
“Not as flexible as your characters?” He winks, driving his cock in deeper.
“Not when I spend the majority of my time on my ass.”
“Or back,” he counters.
The laughter that releases is hijacked by a deep moan. He increases his pace, wraps his hand around my neck again, and pulls my face closer to his.
“I want you to watch, Vada. Watch my cock sliding inside you. Watch me fucking you because sweetheart, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Straining my neck to see where our bodies connect, I watch as he slowly pulls out—so slow it’s torturous. His piercing pushes against the latex, and just as I’m about to beg him to take me out of my misery, he forcefully pushes back inside me.
“Ah, God!” My head starts to fall back in pleasure, but Ethan grips me harder.
“No. Watch,” he demands.
Blinking, I do.
Fuck, it’s so hot. I’ve written several sex scenes over the years, yet I’ve never actually watched with intention.
“See how our bodies stay in sync?” His eyes lower. “Like they were made to fuck each other.”
“Wow…real Shakespeare shit right there,” I tease, getting antsy because I need to come again. Just when I feel the orgasm building, he slows his pace.
“I’m a man of many qualities.” He grins.
“I have no doubt.”
“You need to come,” he says—not a question.
I nod, eagerly.
“Show me how you rub your clit,” he orders.
“Watching me once wasn’t enough for you?” I fire back.
“I could watch you every day and never get bored. Rub your clit until you come. I want to watch you while I fuck you.”
My cheeks redden at the memory of him seeing me. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I can’t help it, especially since his abs were the reason I came as hard as I did that night.
Obeying him, I slide my hand between us and circle my clit. His grip around my neck relaxes as the pressure builds.
“Jesus Christ. You squeeze my dick so fucking hard when you get close.”
“I know.” I smile. I have way more experience getting myself off than I care to admit. Trust issues, failed dating attempts, and lack of social skills is to blame.
“Open your eyes. Watch our bodies as you come.”
“I don’t think I can,” I say, breathlessly. My fingers circle my clit faster and harder, and soon it’s all too much to bare.
“Vada!” he growls, grabbing my attention. My eyes shoot open, and as soon as I see his intent stare, my body unravels.
He slows his pace as I ride out the wave, my hand falling slack against the mattress. My chest rises and falls as I feel him slide all the way out.
“I won’t be surprised if I’m missing a layer of skin tomorrow,” Ethan teases. “Your pussy’s so fucking hungry.”
Yeah, it’s been a while. Tell me something I don’t know. I roll my eyes at myself, not saying the words aloud.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His words vibrate against the shell of my ear, and soon I’m being lifted into the air and flipped onto my stomach. “Ass up.”
“My entire body is jelly,” I try to explain, but when he slides his hand up my spine, I push my ass out for him.
“I warned you,” he growls. “There’s no way I’m fucking you without getting an ass view.”
“You warned me?” I question, putting my body into position so I can rest my head on the mattress while my ass is in the air, patiently waiting.
“I knew you were tense as hell, and the only way you’d relax was to fuck you so good, you’d be feeling me days later,” he reminds me, repeating what he told me almost word for word.
“Right,” I murmur to myself, but by the way he positions his cock against my pussy, I know he heard me.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re pretty relaxed now, but just in case, I plan to fuck you until we’re both raw and bruised.”
Raw and bruised? What does this man have planned for me? I wondered but didn’t have time to dwell on it before his length was deep inside me.
My fingers dig into the sheets as he palms my ass cheeks and spreads them apart. He squeezes my hips and pushes me harder and faster into him as he speeds up his own pace.
“Fuck…fuck…” I moan, closing my eyes tightly as I take every brutal thrust. One of his hands release me, but within seconds, I feel it smack against my ass cheek. “Ah!” I yelp, jerking forward.
“That’s for teasing me with this ass since the second you got here.” He does it again and once more before tightening his grip on my hip and fucking me so hard, I fear I might break.
I smile although he can’t see me, knowing that he’s been lusting over me since the moment we met.
“Goddammit, Vada…” he hisses, anger and lust woven into his tone. “You feel too fucking good.” Releasing his hold on me, he leans his body over my back and snakes a hand over my breast, squeezing roughly. I’ve always liked my breasts touched and played with, but by the way Ethan is handling them, you’d think they’d done him wrong in some way.
His hand slides down my stomach and lands on my pussy. Arching my back more, his cock moves in deeper while the pad of his finger rubs my clit.
“I love how tense you get before you come,” he whispers into my ear. “Then a second before you do, your body relaxes, and you release everything out of your mind. For a moment, you have no thoughts, no concerns, no worries. It’s pure fucking bliss.”
“Yes,” I moan in agreement. “Coming is the best high there is.”
“Then I better make sure it’s worth your while, huh?” His lips smile against my neck. “Your pussy is like heaven. I never want to vacate.”
“Sorry, one-night stay per guest only.” I grin.
“Fuck that,” he growls, adding more pressure to my clit as he speeds up his pace. “The only guest allowed to check-in is my dick, sweetheart.”
“Who knew you were so territorial?” I mock, knowing he hasn’t been up to this point.
“Not me. Definitely not me,” he says as if he’s shocked by his own words. “However, that was before your cunt took over my brain.”
Before I get the chance to make another joke about his southern charm, my body goes rigid, and his fingers continuously rub my clit as my body tightens all around him. Seconds later, he goes still, and I know he’s not far behind.
Leaning back, he grabs my hips roughly and our bodies rock together. Our skin smacks together so hard and fast, I can barely keep up.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses on a moan as he stills, our bodies shaking together as he releases inside me.
He groans as he pushes once more against me and curses. “Shit, Vada.”
My entire body goes lax. I can’t feel my arms or legs. Before sliding out and tossing the condom, he leans over me and presses a sweet kiss against my neck.
I flip over and settle into the bed, enjoying the warmth. Although the room is dark, there’s a flicker of light coming from the moon outside the window. It glows against his tan skin, accentuating every part of him that was just mine. Stunning and beautiful, I can almost see right through him and the facade he hides behind.
“Mission accomplished,” he says as he lies next to me in bed.
“Mission?” My brows arch. “I was a mission?”
“Rode my dick raw and yet…I want more.” He turns and looks at me, waiting for my reaction.
I’m not quite sure how to react, but I smile in agreement.
“Yeah, I could get used to this,” I say, dreamily. “Although, it feels like my pussy needs an ice pack and a cigarette.” I squeeze my eyes shut the moment the words spew from my lips. “These scenes are way sexier in romance novels.”
He chuckles, pulling the blankets that survived and covers us up. Even though I know he’s not the flowers and chocolates kind of guy, I’m hoping this doesn’t make things weird between us. I still have four days here, and if we can stick to the sexual stuff only, this will be the best writer’s retreat of my life.