I drew in a huge breath of downtown air and then pushed through the door of Mason and Associates. Everything looked the same as I swiped my badge and walked back to my cubicle. People smiled and grinned, something was up.
“Hey, glad you’re back.” David smiled.
“Sorry, my dad was sick for a little while.”
“Everything okay?” He turned back to his monitor with a spreadsheet filling the screen, but kept talking to me over his shoulder.
“Yeah, for now. What’s going on? Everyone’s in a good mood.”
David didn’t look, but raised a finger up to Ethan’s office. “The asshole is still out of the building.”
I chuckled at first, but I wondered where he had been. Something inside of me still wanted to see him, even though I knew it’d be awkward at best, tense at worst. “Where is he?”
“Out of town is what I heard.” Jill popped her head around the corner. “Good to have you back. We’re kind of behind.”
“I’m so sorry. I just, yeah. I’m going to be gone like that occasionally.”
“Surprised they let you take off like that. I’ve never seen anyone be gone that long unless they’re on vacation,” David said.
“Really?”
Jill popped her head around the corner again. “Mmhmm.” She grinned as if she knew some big secret.
Maybe Ethan was right about some things. He was playing favorites and even though my colleagues seemed to be joking about it now, that type of thing could easily turn into backlash. If I was being honest with myself, I knew it wasn’t going to end any time soon either. Dad was going to require more and more attention as the cancer stole more of him from me.
I was about to open up with them when I caught Matt Stallworth out of the corner of my eye. Shit.
I fidgeted with some papers on my desk. Matt didn’t make me nervous in the way Ethan did—it was a total baseball player crush. I was in love with his numbers, and what he did for my fantasy team. He’d been my secret ingredient for whipping Dad’s ass last year, and would be this year too.
Matt stopped to talk to someone who pointed in my direction. Oh no. I ducked down and stared at a few things from my inbox, pretending to be busy.
He was impossible to avoid, though. His footsteps pounded the floor, and soon a big hulking shadow loomed over me. The monitor on my desk flashed from the desktop to a screensaver.
Matt stopped at my workstation. “Jenny?”
My abs constricted, tightening into a knot. I spun around on my chair, expecting a smile. Matt was always smiling the last few times I’d met him. He seemed like a cheery guy. Not today, though. Today, Matt looked frightened, or worried.
“Hey. What’s going on?” I tried not to let my fangirl voice make an appearance, though it was tough to hold back.
He leaned down and whispered, “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Sure.”
I followed on his heels to an empty conference room. People stared at us from all directions as we walked through the door.
“What’s going on?” I was sure this had to be about Ethan.
Matt paced back and forth, as if unsure of what he should tell me. “Ethan and I—umm—got into it earlier.”
“Okay?” I was confused. Was he wanting friendship advice? And had he just flown back from wherever Ethan was?
“It was odd. We never argue like that. It was about you. Well, most of it.” He paused. “I shouldn’t be telling you any of this. He didn’t look good, though.”
“Is he in town?” I scratched my head, trying to piece the puzzle together. I wasn’t happy with myself for making him stew so long, and I didn’t want him to be upset or cause problems with his friends outside of work. At the same time, he lied to me and kept me from Dad when he might have died. Granted, there was no way for Ethan to have known that, but it still happened. It wouldn’t have if he had been honest I think.
Matt waved a wild hand out at the office. “Yeah, he just told everyone he’s out of town. He couldn’t come in the office and face you.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“There are things—” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “There’s stuff I can’t tell you. It’s not my place. He’s a hot mess, though.”
“Maybe he should start being honest with people, and he wouldn’t find himself in these situations.”
Matt sighed. “Tell me about it.”
“So you know? That he lied to me? Made me do a bunch of unnecessary work and then kept me from my dad while he was sick?” I folded my arms across my chest and tapped a foot. It was my tell, but I couldn’t stop it. “What else did he say?”
Matt looked away, a slight grin forming on his lips.
My blood started to heat and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Embarrassment commingled with the irritation now running through my system.
Matt must have sensed this and backed up a step. “He didn’t go into detail. Just said that you kissed and things got heated. I swear.”
I cooled a little. I just might die if he’d told Matt Stallworth about how I came all over his fingers in the back of his car.
“So why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because—I don’t know—because you’re good for him? I’ve always been able to get through to him outside of work, but not this time. Maybe you can. He can’t go on living like an animal and holing himself up in his house.”
Jesus, what did I do to the guy? Not knowing the whole story, I worried about what kind of emotional baggage Ethan was carrying around. I’d have been lying if I’d said part of me wasn’t a little happy about him moping around. He needed to be reminded that he couldn’t treat people the way he did. I also knew that part of me was glad because it meant he had real feelings toward me. I wasn’t just some game to him—nail the vulnerable accountant and move on to the next conquest.
Matt stood there and stared. What was I going to do? Should I let Ethan come to me? It didn’t seem like something he would do.
“Do you think he would do that?”
Matt started his pacing again. “I don’t know. I’m just worried about my friend. Maybe you can talk to him?”
People in the office were starting to stare at us in the conference room. Ethan would know Matt had spoken to me soon enough, and it sort of forced my hand. That’s what I told myself anyway.
“I’ll talk to him.”
Matt’s eyes lit up, as if his genius plan had worked.
“I swear to God if he sent you to talk to me for him, moping around will be the least of his problems.” I balled my hands into fists.
Matt glanced down and held his hands up. “I swear.” He practically shook, trying to contain himself.
I admired how much he cared about his friend. It was awesome that Ethan had someone like Matt looking out for him.
“He doesn’t know. He’d kill me. Please don’t tell him.”
“I might not. If—” I decided to mess with Matt, just for a little fun, since he’d backed me into a corner on purpose, forcing my hand with Ethan.
Matt cocked his head sideways, puzzled. “Huh? What?”
“I’m going to need a home run and some RBIs tonight. I’m up against my dad in my fantasy league this week, and you’re on my team.”
He laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
He paused his laughter and grinned. “No wonder he fucking likes you. Ruthless.”
My heart sped up at the thought. Ethan Mason liked me. My skin pebbled and tiny shocks of tingles fluttered through my body.
“Anyway. Thank you.” He started to leave.
“I’m serious about those numbers, Stallworth.”
“Make my friend happy and you’ll get your numbers. Jesus.”
I sat in my car out in front of Ethan’s gigantic house. The last time I’d been here in a car, Ethan had owned my orgasm with two fingers inside of me. A slight shiver ran through me at the thought.
“Don’t just let him off the hook, Jenny.” I routinely gave myself pep talks in the mirror. I wasn’t sure that they ever helped.
My heels clacked on the pavement, my heart rate increasing with each step toward his door. I took a breath and schooled my features before knocking. I could hear what sounded like a television shutting off and then footsteps.
Compose yourself.
My fingers trembled as they approached. I took a few steps back. I couldn’t be so close to him when he opened the door. The fact he had a beautiful face and body couldn’t distract me from the fact he was acting like an idiot—it couldn’t make me forget about the dumb things he’d done.
The door opened.
Shit.
Those brown eyes, staring me down. His face was peppered with stubble and he was in a V-neck tee and gym shorts, hair mussed. He was hotter in the wild than he was at the prison he called an office. How was that even possible?
My skin crawled at how gorgeous he could be when he didn’t even try. Nobody should be able to look like that.
“You coming back to work?” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.
Ethan looked to my foot, then back up at me. “Good to see you too. What do you want?”
What the hell? I thought the asshole was pining over me? I made a mental note to strangle Stallworth. Not before the game though. I needed him in the lineup.
“Thought you were out of town?”
“I was—” He stopped himself.
God, he was about to lie again.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Confusion was an understatement. Even alone, in his disheveled state, he had the walls up like we were at the office. “Are you going to make me stand out here on the porch all day?”
He sighed in exasperation, but opened the door and motioned me in.
I blew past him, convincing myself I wasn’t leaving without some kind of closure or an explanation. I’d promised Matt I’d talk to him after all, though I had some choice words stored up for Matt.
The house was beautiful with a huge open floor plan and modern fixtures. Decorating was minimalist, like I’d expected. Ethan was all about efficiency and little waste.
I walked into his living room. Maybe Matt was telling the truth after all. There were a few Chinese food containers and empty pints of Ben & Jerry’s on the table. Ethan didn’t strike me as the type who ate carbs and sugar on a daily basis.
“You going to tell me what you’re doing here?” His cocky voice didn’t match his unkempt appearance.
My nails dug into my palms. I spun around. “Why aren’t you at the office?”
“I’m working from home.” He said it like I was a small child at school. “Is that what you came over to ask?”
“You really are infuriating. You know that?”
“Oh please, like you’re one to talk.” He put his hands on his hips.
I tried not to focus on him below the waist, though my eyes still wanted to wander. “We’re not talking about me. I went to work today.”
“Shouldn’t you be there right now? Or am I paying you to sit here and talk shit to me?”
What a prick. He did have a point, but that was neither here nor there. We were talking about him, not me. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”
Ethan walked over to look at something on the wall. I assumed it was to get away from me. “I’m going to kick Matt’s ass,” he mumbled.
“Matt didn’t—”
Ethan whirled around and flashed his cocky, arrogant smirk that did things between my legs. “Oh, please. You two would be the worst poker players alive. You know that?”
I hemmed and hawed for a second. “Well, I didn’t say anything. You just figured it out, okay? I promised him I wouldn’t rat him out.”
Some of the tension left his face for a moment. He still tried not to look at me every chance he got and kept a safe distance between us. “It’s fine. I’m sure he’s just worried about me.” He nodded toward the coffee table. “The place doesn’t usually look like this. Sorry for the mess.”
Finally, a little bit of civility. It’s not like our conversation was a screaming match, but everything was always heated between us. I still couldn’t figure out how he could get under my skin so damn much, and yet still make me melt in front of him.
“It’s fine. I’m surprised you don’t have a maid.” I looked up and took in more of the house. The ornate spiral staircase that led to the next floor looked like it cost more than my whole house.
“I told her not to come today.”
Of course he had a maid. What was I thinking? I walked over to pick up the trash off his table. His jaw nearly fell to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Picking up your mess. It’s what us poor people do when we order takeout and can’t afford to pay someone to carry our containers twenty feet away to the garbage.”
He grinned and he walked over to the table to grab a few things at the same time. “I didn’t grow up a spoiled rich kid.”
“How would I know? You don’t tell the truth much.” It was a low blow. A truthful one, but I regretted it as soon as I said it. He’d just started to open up and give me the slightest peek into his past, and I slammed the door shut on it.
“I said I was sorry. I’m not a liar. I’m a lot of bad things, but not that.” He yanked the containers from my hand and went to the cupboard to toss them in the trash.
I stood there with nothing much else to say. Actually, there were a lot of other things I wanted to say. I wanted to apologize, but truth be told, deep down, I think a part of me liked it when I kept him on the edge of a blowup. His irritation and intensity stole my breath, the way he’d look at me, like he wanted to take all of it out on me in the bedroom. He was a ticking time bomb and I wanted to be in the room when it exploded.
“Get your shit together and get back to work. You’re acting like a child.”
His chest heaved up and down. Though he tried to calm his voice, his words were tipped like a sword. “It’s a good thing you aren’t the boss.”
“Hey, if you want to act like a pussy and eat your feelings, have at it. I’m done here.” I turned on a dime, praying he’d come after me.
His footsteps pounded behind me and I swear my heart fluttered. When his hand gripped my arm to stop me from walking away, nerves fired through my limbs. I felt the wetness in my panties, and the heat from my pussy against my inner thighs. God, his touch.
“I’m sorry for lying.”
I turned around to sincerity in his eyes. “I’m sorry for screaming at you. And making you wait so long to find out my dad was okay.”
“Thank you.” His eyes went somewhere else.
“Why can’t you look at me?”
“I can.”
“You don’t.”
His eyes were now on me.
Closer.
He moved closer and I backed away from him. His eyes were on me like they were in the car. A moan nearly escaped my lips just from the sight of them on me.
He took another step. My back collided with the wall and my eyelids fluttered closed.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t speak.
Eyes.
Shit.
His mouth moved to my ear and his chest was so close it brushed my hardened nipples through the fabric of my blouse. Shocks of electrical pulses radiated straight to my buzzing clit. I was on the edge again, just from his presence.
His palm struck the wall above me and I jolted against him, his chest keeping me pinned, his breath hot in my ear.
“When I look at you, I can’t stop.”
Double shit!
Say something.
Anything.
I pushed against him, my palms on his chest, but they tightened against my touch and he didn’t budge an inch. “We shouldn’t do this. Your head’s not in the right place.”
Yes, we should definitely do this, but I want everything from you, Ethan. And I’ll piss you off to get what I want.
“Now who’s lying.” His laugh tickled my ear.
My face heated up even as my legs threatened to crumble.
His hand traced the curve of my breast. I shoved it away. “You need to stop pouting all alone in your house like a little boy.”
I started toward the door. He gripped my forearm and spun me around.
“What do you want, Ethan?” I glared.
He let go of my arm and ran his hand through his messy hair. “I want you. It’s just—”
“Just what?”
“It’s complicated, okay?”
“No it isn’t. You’re just being an ass. So fire me and fuck me, or let me go do my goddamn job!”
Bam!
My back.
Against the wall.
His mouth was on mine and my hands were pinned above my head. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it whole, along with my kiss. His chest slammed into mine and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see anything, vision blurry.
He moved to my ear and his knee parted my thighs as he rubbed it against my crotch. My legs tried to close and his knee shoved them apart, spreading me wide open for him. “Is this what you wanted?” His words were like sex in my ear, gritty and raw. His grip on my wrists was tenacious, and his body was hard and powerful against mine.
I nodded, finally giving in. I wanted every bit of him on me. Everywhere at once.
“That’s what I thought.” He thrust his hips into me, his hard cock shoving against my clit and stomach through his gym shorts.
I gasped, already on the cusp of an orgasm. My clit was electric at his words alone, and his touch was the only thing that could release it.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.” He thrust his hips again and my clit ached for the tension to leave my body.
He flipped me around so that my breasts were pressed into the wall. One hand gripped me by the hair, knuckles digging into my scalp. The other reached down and yanked my skirt up over my ass, then slid around my hip. He took his hand down and cupped my pussy over my panties, gliding his fingers across my heat.
I nodded at his words once more.
“You like being bossed around, don’t you?”
I bucked my ass back into him, pretending to fight against his hold. His hard cock pressed into my rear as his hips surged forward, pinning my whole body to the wall. His hand sped up and he worked his fingers alongside my clit, barely grazing it.
I fought back my orgasm and jumbled nonsense rolled off my tongue. It morphed into a moan at the end of my sentence.
He bit my earlobe and released my hair, gliding his hand down and resting it on his hip while his other hand continued to work my pussy in shallow circles.
“You’re not fired.” He smacked my ass with his left hand and squeezed.
I jolted against the wall. “Fuck!” My legs quivered, and I squirmed at his touch.
“But I am going to fuck you.”
He cocked my panties to the side and slid his middle finger across me, parting my slick folds. I pressed the side of my face against the wall and his mouth was against my ear. The warmth from his breath played against my nose and cheek.
“Don’t come yet. You’re going to come on my mouth.”
Triple fuck!
“And then my cock.”
Before I could give him affirmation, his fingers dipped inside the waistband of my black lace panties, and yanked them halfway down my thighs. He dropped to his knees behind me, and his hands spread my ass.
I’d never been so exposed to someone in my life. I could practically feel Ethan’s stare as he examined my pussy from behind. He worked his hands around my hips and yanked my ass closer to his face, bending me over. I splayed my fingers out on the wall.
He cupped his hands under my ass and used his thumbs to spread my entrance.
“Fuck. Let me come, please.” I’d never begged for anything in my life, but I’d never had Ethan Mason on his knees about to lick my pussy from behind either.
He smacked my ass with both hands, kneading my soft flesh in his palms. “Don’t come until I put my mouth on you.”
The momentary reprieve from him spanking my ass disappeared, and all the sparks shot straight between my legs when he worked my clit with his thumb. His breath heated my pussy when he spoke. “So. Fucking. Wet.” He sped his thumb up on me and I squirmed.
His arms hooked around my legs, his fingers punishing my hips. I kept my balance, barely, with my hands on the wall. A light squeal escaped my lips when he yanked me back to his mouth.
I glanced back and saw his eyes over the top of my ass, staring me down, watching every reaction of mine. Fuck!
My body was wound tight like a spring, compressed and threatening to rocket out of the atmosphere. His mouth was the spark that would send me into orbit.
I reached back and grabbed his hair, trying to push myself onto him, barely able to restrain from taking the plunge. He resisted—totally in control, dangling me off the edge.
“Don’t move.”
I nodded at his intense stare.
He released one of my hips and worked his hand to my front, circling my clit with two fingers. I bit down on my arm and moaned, everything in me fighting it back.
Ethan leaned forward, his forehead pressing against my ass. The second his tongue flattened across me, I exploded, my orgasm cresting and rolling through my limbs. My brain shorted out and my vision blurred. The tip of his tongue flicked my clit and I convulsed against his face, my hand gripping the back of his head.
One lick. One touch of his tongue and he’d unraveled me.
I panted. Everything started to come into focus when his hands took hold of my breasts, and he was sucking down my neck to my collarbone. He kissed back up my throat and my eyes closed. I focused on his touch. Every sensation was amplified times a thousand. I could get used to it.
He brushed my hair away from my ear and leaned in. “How was that?”
I was too spent to goad him on, even though I wanted more.
More of that.
Yes, please.
He got a nod, that was it. It was all I was capable of.
“Good.” He yanked me up, so that I was bent over his shoulder at the waist. He had an arm hooked around the middle of my thighs, my skirt was still at my waist.
I yelped out an excited squeal.
He smacked me on the ass, but this time in a playful way. “You’re about to do that again.”
I chewed on my lip, and watched the stairs below as he carried me up them. He pulled my panties from my legs, and I watched him shove them into his pocket.
Oh my God.
I didn’t know sex could be like this, that these guys existed in real life. Ethan Mason may have been an asshole, but he did things for my nether regions. He carried me down the hall, so primal, like a caveman taking what was his.
His free hand slid onto my ass and his fingers glided across my pussy. “Still wet for me. Good.”
I bit the side of my cheek so hard I thought I might taste copper. He was relentless.
I leaned down and smacked his ass as hard as I could. It was tight and hard, almost enough to break a nail on. I gave it an extra squeeze, for no other reason than I wanted to feel it.
“That’s gonna get you fucked harder.”
God, he had such a filthy mouth. I chalked it up in my mind as his number-one quality. Or maybe it was giving me an orgasm. Yeah, definitely that, and then his filthy mouth. Maybe I could combine the two and just call it one quality?
He turned into his bedroom and his scruffy cheek brushed up against the outside of my leg. Thank God I wore a skirt today. For multiple reasons, but the main one being that I had shaved my legs the night before.
I peered around the room. It was pretty much the size of my house, with windows running all along one side with a view of the skyline. A gigantic four-poster bed was against one wall.
Ethan pulled me from his shoulder and tossed me onto it. I dug my elbows into the bed and lifted up enough to see him. He stood there, eyeing me like I was his last meal on death row.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes darted to my pussy, and his devilish smirk made another appearance.
Instinctively, I moved to push my skirt down. I wasn’t used to showing myself off to, well, anyone really. All previous sexual encounters had been in a bedroom with the lights off. I started to realize just how inexperienced I was. Then I started to think about all the talking I had to do with Kelsey, because I planned on letting Ethan give me as many big Os as the guy wanted. They were what I imagined drug addicts felt when they shoved a needle in their arm for the first time. There would be serious withdrawals if I didn’t get them on a regular basis now.
“Don’t touch your skirt.” It was a command.
“You’re pretty good at being bossy, you know that?” I smiled, hoping to rile him up again.
No reaction, just that damn smirk still on his face. “Take your clothes off. I’m going to watch.”
I started to protest for fun, and he cut me off mid-sentence. “Then I’ll show you something else I’m good at.”
His words were fire between my legs. I thought about his thick cock pushing into me. If previous events were any indication, I’d probably have a hard time walking tomorrow. The man had a lot of frustration inside of him. This was far better than having it out with him in an argument. Maybe we’d just been doing things all wrong from the beginning.
My mind kept wandering, running through all the things he might do to me. Would he fuck me from behind? I was quite certain there would be spanking and hair pulling. I never thought I’d like being spanked by a man, but fuck all if Ethan hadn’t changed my mind in a hurry on that. Would he pin my legs to my shoulders?
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I was touching myself. I moved my gaze up to Ethan, and he stood there, biting his knuckle, watching me circle my clit with two fingers. I started to move my hand away.
“Nuh-uh.” He dropped his fist to his side and shook his head. “Keep doing it. I want to watch.”
Jesus.
I slid my hand lower and slipped two fingers inside. I used my thumb to work my clit as I dipped my fingers in and out of my wetness. I shifted my hips and his bed was already soaked from where I’d dripped down onto the comforter.
Before long my hips were off the bed and I was moaning with my eyes closed, on the brink of another orgasm.
“Not ’til I say.”
He was so demanding about telling me when I could get off. I started to get off just to spite him, grinding my hips and my thumb faster. I opened my eyes and he was standing between my legs, his gaze intense. My eyes moved down and he fisted his cock, stroking it slowly.
“I said not yet.” He gripped my wrist and pulled my fingers out of me. I fought against his hold, but he shook his head. He guided my hand toward my mouth and I held my tongue out.
The exposed wires in my brain touched each other all at once and my heartbeat pulsed in my clit. He put my fingers in my mouth. The sweet scent of what he was doing to me floated into my nostrils as I sucked my fingers clean in front of him.
“Fucking hell.” He leaned over and kissed me hard, thrusting his length over my swollen bundle of nerves. My back arched and my breasts pressed against his chest, only increasing the buildup inside of me.
He leaned back, and in one swift motion gripped my blouse and yanked it apart in the middle. A few buttons rattled off the wall. My chest rose and fell, my breasts corralled tightly by the black bra that matched my panties.
Ethan yanked my skirt down my legs and tossed it aside. He bent down between my legs and exhaled across my clit before kissing the inside of my thigh, barely nipping it with his teeth. My leg quivered at his touch as he ran his tongue and hand in tandem all the way up to my ankle, straightening my leg up toward the ceiling.
“Holy shit.” I stared at the head of his cock positioned at my entrance while he removed the first black pump from my foot.
“Lose the bra. I want you completely naked.” He tossed shoe number one to the floor.
I unclasped my bra in the center and let it sit there for a moment. He gripped the bottom of his shirt with each hand on opposite sides and lifted it over his head.
It was so fucking sexy I almost came as he revealed his abs and chest. He was flawless, chiseled like a bodybuilder, but with a swimmer’s lengthy frame. I raked my gaze from his pecs to his abs to the V lines that led straight to the rock-hard cock he was about to put inside of me.
A warm tingling centered in my clit and ripped through my body. I shrugged my bra from my shoulders, revealing my breasts, nipples hard and erect, both calling for his mouth on them.
He licked up my other leg the way he had the first, and pulled off my other shoe. When he stared down at my body he licked his lips. He shifted his hips so that the head of his cock ran over the top of my clit. My arms fell back behind my head and he reached down and palmed one of my breasts, drawing a circle around my nipple with his thumb.
It was too much to take. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
He leaned down and licked from my neck to my earlobe. “Oh, I’m going to.” His other hand slid to my other breast and he massaged both of them as he licked around the shell of my ear. “Do you remember the first day we met? Near the park?”
I nodded, unable to form a coherent word.
“I asked where you wanted me to come. So is it here?” He tweaked my nipples then reached down between my legs and played his fingers across my wet pussy. “Or here?”
“Jesus.”
He slid two fingers inside of me to the hilt, then pulled them out of me, covered in my juices. His hand lifted to my face and he stuck the two fingers into my mouth. “Or here?”
Before I could answer he shoved his cock inside of me. There was an initial sting and then nothing but pleasure followed. One thrust. That was all it took, and I was about to come all over his dick.
He reached around my thighs with both hands and pulled me onto him, impaling me as he strained and pushed as far inside as humanly possible. I gasped and opened my eyes. He pressed his forehead to mine, our eyes centimeters apart. I looked into his eyes and saw him, everything about him in that one look.
“What’s it gonna be?”
He kept himself buried in the depths of me, a place only he had ever been.
My eyes rolled back into my head. “Wherever you want,” I panted.
He moved both palms to the sides of my face, his forehead still pressed to mine. “Open your eyes.”
I did as he said.
“I want to see you when you come on my cock.”
He pulled back and started a punishing pace. The sound of wet flesh slapping on flesh, and the suctioning of his cock ramming into me, echoed off the walls.
He lifted up and gripped my thighs, spreading them as wide as they would go and then thumbed my clit as he hammered into me.
My nails clawed into the comforter and I tried to shift my hips away, the pleasure too much to take. But his other hand remained on my leg, holding me still while he fucked orgasm number three from my body.
My walls spasmed around his shaft and I let go. I clamped around him like a vise, ass in the air as he drove into me.
“Ethan!” It was a scream. I screamed his name as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
He drove into me the way he had with the first thrust and fuzzy stars filled my vision.
“Fuck!” he groaned. His one word sent me pummeling off the edge of the cliff. My hips jerked up and down and I bit my lower lip. I didn’t think the orgasms would ever stop, they just kept coming with him buried inside of me.
When I finally relaxed, he slipped his cock out and stroked it furiously. His eyes closed for a moment as I stared at his hand, stroking his glistening cock that was saturated in my wetness. I lifted my hips up from the bed when his eyes opened, offering my pussy as a target, wanting him to mark me. He nodded and grunted.
His hot spurts of come coated me, some of it spraying across my inner thighs and up my stomach. He thrust into his hand a couple more times, until finally his last few drops were milked from his stiff prick.
He stood there in a daze for a moment, his cock still hard. The light reflected off the fine sheen of sweat covering his sculpted body. He opened his eyes, and for the first time, he smiled at me. A genuine, real smile.
It nearly turned me into a puddle of feelings on the bed.
He glanced down to his hand still on his cock, then to my pussy that was covered in his hot spend. He looked into my eyes. “Well, that didn’t take long now, did it?”
We both giggled.
I started to speak and he cut me off. “Shh, don’t say anything. I’ll go grab a towel.”
He turned toward a bathroom attached to his room. I watched his ass cheeks flex and stared at all the curves of the muscles shifting in his back as he walked.
“Holy shit.” I stared down my body, still completely naked and exposed, and leaned up onto my elbows. I reached down and dabbed my finger into some of his come left on my stomach. It was still warm. I put my finger to my mouth, curious about what he tasted like. It was tangy and salty, and I wanted more.
Ethan walked back into the room with a towel. He leaned down and kissed me, soft and without tongue this time. He wiped up all of his come and then wiped it off his cock too. “Don’t think I didn’t see you sample some of it.”
I laughed and grinned. “I wanted to know what you taste like. You got to taste me. It was only fair.”
He leaned down and kissed me again, harder this time with a little tongue action. “You can taste me all you want.”
I hooked my arms around his neck and stared into the brown eyes once more. “Oh, I plan on it.”