Chapter twenty nine

Chapter twenty nine


Heather

I am stupid.

I guess that fact had already been established many times in the past, and probably just sounded very repetitive now, but this was the stupidest thing I've ever done.

I didn't know the exact moment I wanted to kiss him.

That was a lie. I knew.

I wanted to kiss him in the elevator the other day before he pulled away. I wanted to kiss him earlier when he was shirtless and standing so close to me. Hell, I've wanted to kiss him since the very first day I saw him again after eight years.

But I never thought I would go through with it. I've always held on to some reasons I couldn't touch him. Few hours ago, it had been because I thought he had a girlfriend. Then because his life might be in danger because of me. And some…other reasons.

But right now, those reasons paled in the face of this. I couldn't care less about them. It took me a few seconds to realize he wasn't kissing me back.

Panic slithered into my mind. This was a mistake. Maybe I had misread the situation and crossed a line. I'd just assumed that he told me about his girlfriend/not girlfriend because he wanted something to happen. But maybe I thought wrong.

I start to pull back, my cheeks red with embarassment, but he pulled me closer and sucked on my lower lip, releasing a groan. I felt my core throb at the sound and I sighed.

What I wouldn't do to hear that sound again.

He turned us around so I was sitting on his laps, straddling him. I could feel his cock hardening in his loose sweatpants. I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned closer. He took opportunity of the new angle and swept his tongue deeper into my mouth.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as my breasts brushed his chest, despite the layers of clothes between us. It felt like the most naughtiest thing I've ever done. I pressed my breasts on his chest harder, his grip around my waist grew tight.

Ethan's kisses weren't soft or tender, they were intense, unforgiving, and full of the fire I was familiar with. He tasted so good, so addictive. And I savored every lick and dip, every press of our lips. He kissed me without any reservation, like he had a right to, like I was his again. And in that moment, I wanted to be.

His hands, on my waist, moved beneath the oversized hoodie I was wearing. I made a noise of satisfaction as his hand slowly rubbed my bare back in a circular motion. But it wasn't enough.

I wanted his hand everywhere. I craved the heat of his touch. So I broke the kiss and pulled the hoodie over my head, baring myself to him.

I had taken off everything I wore in the bathroom earlier so I wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on my breasts darkened with lust. I felt hot all over, and a sudden need to cover my chest with the hoodie.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen my naked body before, but I wasn't twenty anymore. It'd been so long since he saw me like this. I was afraid he'd see the changes and decide he doesn't want to go through with this.

My breasts were still the same medium size, but I hadn't hit the gym in a while, and I had some belly fat to burn. I instinctively brought my hand up to cover my chest, but he grabbed it and pinned it to my side, slightly shaking his head.

“Perfect. You look…perfect.” I felt the truth in his words, in the way he stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered. That same look that had made me fall head of heels for him eight years ago. I knew for sure it was happening again.

I didn't get the chance to panic over the realization when he placed a hand on my cheek and gave me a slow, lazy kiss, savoring each taste.

The butterflies in my stomach took flight, beating hard against my ribcage. I let myself get lost in the heat, and I put a tighter leash on my thoughts. I didn't want to think, because if I started to, I would end this before it even started. And god knows, I didn't want it to end.

He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed. I released a shaky breath which he captured between his lips. His thumb grazed my nipple, slowly and steadily, driving me off the edge. Literally.

He trailed kisses from my lips to my neck down to my other breast before taking it in his mouth. He continued to massage my breast as he sucked the other one.

My head fell back and I moaned, the feeling of his mouth was ecstatic. I began moving, humping this cock through the sweat pants. He groaned his approval and sucked my breast harder.

I could feel an orgasm building up. I increased my pace, my breasts bobbing up and down with Ethan's mouth still on them. Just when the orgasm was about to crash, he pulled his mouth away. I sighed in displeasure and frantically reached for him.

He grabbed my hand and brushed the loose strands of hair off my face gently.

“When I make you come, Millie, it would be with my cock deep inside you. ” he smirked.

But I knew he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed. I had the evidence pressed against my entrance. I mindlessly reached for his sweatpants and made to pull it down but he stopped me again.

He leaned closer to me, swept a tongue over my ear, making me shudder in ecstasy.

“This couch is too small for what I plan to do to you.” Without another word, he lifted me up, his hands on my ass and headed for the bedroom. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.

He dropped me gently on the bed and captured my lips in a brutal kiss. He pulled down my sweatpants and dug his fingers into my thighs as he spread my legs. I moaned into his mouth as he trailed my clit, a shiver running down my spine.

He parted my legs wider, wedging himself between them and rubbing his erection on me.

“Ethan.” I begged, despite having no idea what I was begging for.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice slightly wavering.

I couldn't get the words out. I reached for his sweatpants again but he pinned both my hands above my head. I was practically naked on his bed and he hadn't even taken his stupid shirt off. I glared at him but he merely smirked.

He dipped his head down and ran his tongue on my neck. I raised my hips and continued rubbing myself against him, hoping he'd take his pants off. He sucked my neck and nipped, definitely leaving a mark. I panted his name repeatedly.

“Use your words, Millie. What do you want?”

“You.” I breathed.

He let out an animalistic groan and pulled his pants down. With one deep thrust, he pushed himself inside me. I gasped, suddenly overwhelmed by his size. I had forgotten how big he was. I could feel him everywhere inside me.

He must have noticed my stiffness because he paused. “Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to form words. He began moving inside me, slowly at first but gradually increased his pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my fingers digging into his back. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned.

My stomach tightened, another orgasm slowly building up.

“Say my name as you come, Millie.” he groaned.

“Ethan.” I panted.

He increased his pace, pounding into me with reckless abandon. The orgasm crashed out of me in waves. Ethan thrusted into me a few more times before finishing inside me.

He laid on top of me, breathing heavily. “God, I missed you.” he said.

I didn't reply. I just stared at the ceiling, another three words sat on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed them back, and blinked back the tears that gathered at the corner of my eyes. I couldn't say it even if I wanted to.

Because I knew this would be over the moment we left this bed.