20. Rebecca

20

REBECCA

Ethan followed me home, his car always in my rearview mirror. The sight kept the heat burning low in my belly and started a whole new set of images flashing through my mind. I'd seen—and wanted—Ethan first. That didn't mean I liked David and Cole any less. My feelings for all three men were so tangled up together, I had no way of separating them.

In the driveway, with our cars one behind the other, I stepped out into the waning light and palmed my keys.

His hand on the small of my back gave me a sense of purpose and longing. It pushed me forward, and I unlocked the door with a quick twist. "Watch out for Fitz." I gave the quiet warning while stepping into the house. "He's harmless but likes to jump."

"Fitz?" Ethan's brows furrowed until my tiny Pomeranian fluff ball bounded into the room with a sharp yip that turned to joyous barks. Ethan bent to stroke Fitz under the chin, then straightened and pulled me into his arms. "If you change your mind, tell me."

I laced my hands together behind his neck. "Don't hold back."

His pupils shot wide, his body twitching. Surprise brought out a smile. "What do you mean?"

The Ethan in my book and the Ethan in my arms were one and the same. He might not admit it, but there was a bit of savagery to him. A savagery I wanted unleashed until he lost all control.

I tugged his head down for a kiss. "You don't have to play nice with me. I want you to do everything, anything." I nipped his bottom lip. "I'm not fragile and I'm not afraid."

"You shouldn't have said that." He swept me off my feet, hefting me into his arms and locking my legs around his waist. "I can be gentle if that's what you need."

"I need you." I raked my fingernails through his hair, the sound harsh in my small apartment. "I need the real you, whoever that is."

"I hope to fuck you know what you're asking for." He slanted his lips over mine before I could reply.

I didn't mind because the truth was, I only knew the Ethan I'd created in my dreams. His tongue plunged into my mouth. I groaned and tightened my legs on his waist. He shouldn't be carrying me, but I'd be damned if I told him so.

We stumbled into my bedroom. Ethan paused long enough to shut the door with his heel before he turned and marched toward my bed. My back landed on the mattress, and he followed me down, his cock cradled between my thighs. I reached between us, my fingers barely reaching his waistband before he grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm over my head. The other arm followed.

He pinned me with his body on mine, my wrists shackled in one broad hand as he lifted his head. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy this." His free hand worked beneath my shirt and stroked the outer edge of my bra, just shy of my nipple.

"Ethan." I arched upward. My body burned hotter when he lowered his head and kissed beneath my ear. "I'm wet for you." I ground my hips onto his cock, the material between us creating delicious friction. "So fucking wet and ready for your cock."

"That mouth is going to get you into trouble." The darkness I'd craved swept into his eyes, darkening them to ebony. His pupils were blown wide so only a sliver of iris remained.

I kissed the underside of his jaw. "I like trouble."

"Have you ever been tied up?" The sharpness in the question sucked the air from my lungs.

My head shook from side to side, and the tiniest bit of apprehension twisted my stomach.

"I'm going to fuck you up." The blatant promise, combined with the desire in his eyes, sent another rush of warmth to soak my panties. He stripped off his belt with one hand and tied it around my wrists. "Safe word is potato. If things get too intense, say it and I'll stop." He hovered over me, one hand still gripping my wrists. "Do you understand?"

I nodded.

Ethan grabbed my chin. "Say it, Rebecca. I need to hear the words."

"I understand. If I want you to stop, say potato." It felt ridiculous in my mouth, and maybe that was the point. Shivers danced along my skin when he lifted off me and stood.

"These are the rules. Don't move unless I say you can move. If you do, there will be a punishment." He slid my shorts and panties down over my hips and tossed them over his shoulder. My feet rested on the floor, my ass and upper body cushioned by the bed. He stared down at me like a man possessed, reached for my shirt, and ripped it down the center. Cool air pumped over my heated skin, but nothing eased the ache in my pussy.

"What kind of punishment?" I pushed my heels into the floor and lifted my ass. I didn't know if I meant to test him, scoot up on the bed, or invite him closer. The movement was instinctual.

Ethan bared his teeth in a savage smile. "You'll see." With those ominous words, he plucked my new dildo from between the sheets where I'd left it last night. "We'll start slow." Pressing the button to start the vibrations, he held the tip of the fake cock against my clit.

"This is slow?" I bucked my hips as the vibrations increased. "I want you, Ethan."

"You'll have me." He slid the dildo lower, seating the head in my pussy and holding it there. "You wanted all of me." His head lowered toward my stomach, where he kissed my navel before moving up to nudge my bra aside with his teeth. "This is me, Rebecca. This is what you're asking for." He clamped down on my nipple, thrusting the dildo at the same time he tapped the button to make it twist and pump.

"Oh, God." I'd been on the bed for minutes and already, the orgasm shivered along my scalp. I shifted my arms and lowered my hands to the back of his head.

Ethan immediately backed away, taking his mouth and the dildo with him. He clicked his tongue. "You moved. Time for a punishment."

A whimper left my throat against my will. The lack of his touch sent my body in a desperate ache. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

His smile widened. "Oh, I hope you do. That's part of the fun." He swept my legs wide and dropped to his knees. "Let's see what else you like." He buried his face in my pussy, his tongue wild and thick as he licked me.

"I like that." I hissed through my teeth when he pressed his thumb into my clit and circled it in lazy strokes. "I like when you touch me."

He growled into my wet heat and thrust his tongue inside. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, he slid his tongue up to my clit and latched on, sucking and pulling like he'd found the most delicious treat. He sent me up the precipice with each tug. My thighs shook beneath his hands. I wanted to clamp them down on his head and hold him in place forever. If this was a punishment, I'd move all fucking day.

I rode his tongue as the pressure built at the base of my neck. Just before it crested, Ethan sat back on his heels. "No." I tried to sit up, but my shaking need prevented it. "What are you doing?"

"Punishing you."

I raised my head to watch him. His attention stayed on my pussy, his hands on my thighs, holding me open. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He looked up at me, our eyes clashing as need and desire locked. "And right now, you're all mine. Mine to tease and torture. Mine to play with until you go insane with pleasure." He leaned forward, his lips coming within an inch of my clit. Hot breath caressed the pulsing skin. "Then I'll take you over the edge and watch you fly."

I'd asked for this, dreamed of this. This might be my only chance to fulfill those desires I'd been locking away since first meeting Ethan. "Do I get to play with you, or is this all one-sided?"

His head tipped to the side. "This is definitely not one-sided." He slid one finger inside me, crooking it so it curled deep, then added another. "This is torture for me too. The most delicious" —he licked my clit— "torture."

"And if I said I wanted to suck your cock, what would you do?" I loved giving head, and after the teasing Ethan had done, I wanted to return the favor.

He added a third finger, pumping them in long, deep strokes that stoked the fire into an inferno. "Maybe next time. I could go longer, but I want to save something for later." He filled me with his fingers, each stroke long and slow. "I'm going to give you my cock, and we're going to come together."

He made it sound like he had absolute control over our bodies. Maybe he did. He'd definitely known exactly when to stop to keep me from coming. Rocking onto his heels, he slid his hand free, leaving me empty and aching.

The whimper built in the back of my throat. "Ethan."

"It's okay." He stripped off his shirt, revealing smooth skin and hard abs. His jeans hung low on his hips. I had all of a second to admire the dips and hollows before he slid his zipper down. "I'm going to take care of that need. That ache you feel, that burning pressure you can't escape. I'll fix it." His pants hit the floor, but all I saw was his cock. He stroked himself from base to tip, spun his palm over the head, then widened his legs and lined up with my entrance. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes. For fuck's sake, put your cock inside me." He had a long, thick dick that was going to fill every inch of me. I grabbed the sheets with both hands and prepared for a blessed release.

Ethan put his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs toward my chest. I was spread wide beneath him, wide and aching to be filled. There was no shame, only desperation. He filled me slowly, not stopping until every inch of him was buried in my tight core. His pace turned languid. Where before I'd rushed toward the peak, he carried me up in increments. "I could do this for hours." His head fell back, his hips thrusting so hard the hair on his thighs prickled my legs. "You feel so good. So fucking good. How am I ever going to stop?"

"Don't." I angled my hips to take him deeper. "Don't ever stop. It's incredible." It was. The rush of my orgasm steadied at the pinnacle. He held me there, in the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt, without sending me crashing over the edge. My lips rounded in an O when he pushed my legs higher, changing the angle the tiniest bit but so that he hit that deliciously sweet spot. "Oh, sweet fuck. That's it. Right there. I'm not going to last. Please, Ethan. I'm coming."

"Come with me." He bent forward, grabbing my chin with one hand. "Eyes open. I want to see it in your eyes. Look at me."

Wicked. The man looked positively wicked as he tunneled his cock into me. Sweat sheened his chest. The hard line of his jaw jutted out, the controlled movements showing his restraint.

I tightened around him. "I told you not to hold back. You want to fuck me, do it right." I adjusted my hips one last time, opening as wide as I could for him. "I need you to let go." I drove my pussy over his cock. "Stop being polite and fuck me, damn you."

He snapped. The careful thrusts turned frenzied. With a snarl, he wrapped his hands around my ankles and hooked them over his shoulders and leaned forward to pull a nipple into his mouth. His hips bucked in a pace too fast for me to keep up. I could barely move with the way he had me pinned, but damn if I didn't enjoy the ride. His control shattered, Ethan fucked like a man possessed. Every inch of his cock slid deep, then retreated, only to fill me again.

He watched me through lidded eyes, the frenzy of his movements sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

My arms locked around his neck as the orgasm crested and broke, locking me around him.

He'd promised we would come together, and the instant I peaked, his cock swelled and emptied in a series of hot ripples. He groaned into my chest. "What the hell did you do to me?"

My phone rang before I could answer him. I was too weak to move, to care. I felt deliciously satiated, my quivering legs turning to jelly.

Ethan turned his head. "It's David."

"Huh?" I managed to lift my head.

Ethan shifted to the side and grabbed my phone from the floor, passing it to me.

I answered with Ethan still inside me, my heart in my throat. "Hello?"

"Rebecca, it's David. Fitz is at my house again."