ETHAN
When she stuck out that pink tongue and her lips neared my cock, I felt every muscle in my body tense up. I gritted my teeth as she slid her tongue over the tip, licking up some of the precum that had gathered there. Fuck.
I gripped her hair when she licked from the base to the tip, using every ounce of self-control not to thrust myself down her throat. She licked her own lips before running her tongue over a throbbing vein, repeating the motion over and over.
"Fuck," I groaned.
I froze the moment she parted her lips, then wrapped them around the head of my cock while gripping the base. I nearly lost control again. Fuck. Where did she learn this?
The way she sucked on the tip, taking it in deeply, almost made me come. She sucked me in while staring up at me with those incredible blue eyes. And when she took more of me, deeply, squeezing her lips around me with such tightness, I had to close my eyes to bear the sensation. It was so damn good. Fuck. She was going to make me come if I let her. And as much as I wanted to come in that sweet mouth of hers, I didn’t want to wait any longer to be inside her.
"You have to stop," I muttered. "Fuck!" She took me as deep as she could, making me groan, then sucked hard. If I didn’t stop her, it would be over for me. And while it was delicious, I needed to be inside her.
I tugged on her hair just enough to make her look at me. "Didn’t you hear me?" I asked, breathless. She smiled in that naughty way, amusement in her eyes. "You really want to tease me?" She lowered her head to my stomach and slid her tongue up my abs, all the way to one of my nipples, before reaching my lips. Damn! What was she doing to me?
I gripped her hair, keeping her head in place, and devoured her mouth with mine, hungry, biting her lip and sucking on that wicked tongue of hers. I pulled her hair, tilting her head back, giving me access to her neck, which I licked, bit, and sucked on that pale, soft skin, wanting to mark her.
"No," she moaned, trying to push my mouth away, probably worried about the marks it would leave.
"No?" I asked, gripping her chin firmly with my other hand. I leaned over her chest. "And what about here?" I sucked the skin just above her breasts. "And here?" I bit one nipple before sucking it hard, using my hand to massage the other breast, making her moan desperately.
I ran my tongue all over her soft skin, squeezing and kneading them until I was satisfied. When I finally stopped using my mouth and hands, her nipples were swollen, and her pale, soft skin was red. They were so fucking beautiful, and I’d love to see them bouncing as she rode me. Maybe later, because right now, I was going to fuck her just like I had imagined in my fantasies.
I laid her down on the bed before turning her onto her stomach and positioning myself behind her. I placed a pillow under her hips to raise her up, exposing her even more to me. I bit my lip at the sight of her perfect ass.
Fuck. It was even better than I had imagined. I bent down, burying my face between her legs. Licking her pussy. She moaned. Fuck, she was so wet. I sucked on her clit before sliding my tongue inside her.
"Oh, God!" She moaned, breathless.
"So fucking delicious," I growled against her skin, licking and biting one side of her ass. She writhed. I gripped each side with one hand, pressing my fingers into her flesh, leaving marks. I needed to be inside her urgently.
I grabbed my cock, guiding it to her pussy. "I’m not going to be gentle, so hold on tight," I warned, sliding the tip over her clit before pushing inside. She moaned loudly as I entered, arching her back.
"I can’t take it," she whimpered.
"Shhhh," I murmured, bending over her, resting my hands on either side of her body, going deeper. The way she clenched around me, trying to push me out, nearly drove me insane, forcing me to move my hips. She arched her back even more, desperate beneath me. I intertwined my fingers with hers, covering her hands with mine on the mattress, and thrust deep.
"It’s too much. Please..." she begged, breathless. Her short breaths, moans, and pleas only made me lose control even more. She was right; it was too much. The pleasure was so intense it felt like it was tearing through my back, making me thrust faster in search of relief.
But it still wasn’t enough. I reached for her hair with one hand, entwining my fingers in the strands and pulling, using the other hand to grip her ass tightly, thrusting deeply.
"Oh, fuck, oh, please," she moaned, and I slapped her ass hard, making her scream.
"I’m only going to stop when you’re screaming my name." I wanted her to scream my name. I wanted her to remember that I was inside her. I wanted to mark her so thoroughly that her pussy would mold to the shape of my cock. "You’re going to come so fucking hard on my cock?" The marks of my fingers were left on her ass, and the sight made me even wilder.
Grabbing her hips, I increased the pace, feeling my muscles tighten and pleasure spreading through my bones as she clenched around me. Her thighs started to tremble beneath me. She gasped, gripping the sheet tightly and begged, losing control of her own body as her back arched before she screamed my name. She came so hard, squeezing me painfully, nearly making me come with her.
I leaned over her body, careful not to crush her with my weight, and kissed her back as she panted. I reached for her face, turning it toward me, and captured her lips in a deep kiss, slowly moving inside her again, my chest sliding against her back.
The way her curves fit against my body was overwhelming. She seemed perfect for me. Fuck. Feeling her warmth and our sweaty bodies moving together was too much. She was incredibly wet around me, making me slide in and out deliciously.
I increased the pace just enough to make her moan into my mouth, not needing much more. I reached for a breast with my hand, squeezing it, and thrust deep again and again until I felt my entire body stiffen, my muscles contracting as I spilled everything inside her while biting her shoulder, coming so hard it felt like pure ecstasy, followed by complete satisfaction.
I closed my eyes as I recovered, savoring the sensation of her body beneath me. I knew I needed to satisfy my desire, to get rid of my need and get her out of my system, but I had already been inside her twice in the last few hours, and it still didn’t feel like enough. I had made her beg and scream my name, but it hadn’t satisfied me like I thought it would. I wanted more.
She eventually passed out beneath me. I didn’t want to wake her, so I carefully moved her, aligning us on the bed. I lay there, admiring her face after placing her on my chest. She was beautiful. But there was something more. Maybe it was her provocative, challenging, and even irritating personality that got to me so much.
I felt her stir on top of me. I had closed my eyes just to rest and ended up dozing off. I glanced at the clock on my wrist. It was just after one in the morning.
"I lost track of time," she said, sitting up.
"It’s still early."
"I have work tomorrow; I should be home by now," she said, swinging her legs off the bed. I sat up and pulled her back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her, cupping her breasts with my hands.
"What are you doing?" She moved my arms to her waist.
"Starting round three," I murmured, kissing her shoulder.
"No. I have to go."
"Why?"
"I just told you."
"It’s still early." She relaxed a bit in my arms, lost in thought. "Are you seeing someone else?" The question slipped out before I could stop myself, maybe because it had been nagging at me since I saw the flowers in her office.
"What? Why are you asking that?"
"The flowers on your desk."
"Oh..." She laughed. "They were from Todd."
The ex-bastard? Could this guy be a problem? I remembered the pain in her eyes when she told me about her shitty relationship during our dinner. And despite myself, I felt protective of her.
"Why would he send you flowers?"
"What do you think? He’s trying to win me back. He thinks he deserves a second chance."
"So that’s why he’s living in the apartment next to yours?"
"No. I think that was a terrible coincidence."
"Do you really?"
"Why are you asking all these questions?"
"Just making sure you’re not thinking about forgiving the bastard."
"Well, even if I were, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Can you let me go?" She moved my arms away.
"Seriously?"
"I have to go," she said, standing at the edge of the bed.
"Are you pissed because I called him a bastard? Or because you’re really considering giving him a second chance?"
"I’m not pissed. I just think that us having sex doesn’t give you the right to meddle in my life."
"I just thought we could..."
Damn. What was I doing? I wouldn’t let my idiot brother be right about this. I wasn’t going to beg to see her again. That included not suggesting we should keep seeing each other. I cleared my throat.
"Forget it."
She got up and walked to the door, leaving my room. I took a deep breath. Should I go downstairs? It didn’t seem like a good idea. What would I do? Say goodbye with a kiss while she kicked me in the balls?