17. Just a Natural

Chapter 17

Just a Natural

Libby

B eing sandwiched between two men and being so comfortable that I didn’t want to move was a tough position to be in. Especially when I had to pee.

I moved back a little, which caused Leo to make an annoyed noise in his throat, but he rolled onto his back. Then there was Ethan who was using my boob as a pillow and had a leg between mine. As careful as I could be, I scooted out from under him and somehow managed to get out of bed without kneeing someone in the balls.

Looking down at the two sleeping men, I couldn’t stop my smile and had to cover my mouth to stop my giggle. I’d had a threesome. Sweet little Libby had been spit-roasted, and I’d loved every second of it.

Had the idea crossed my mind every so often given my reading tastes? Yes, yes it had. However, being with more than one man seemed like a lot of work. It already was a lot of work with them.

What if they made me choose between them?

My smile faltered and I quickly locked myself in my bathroom. I needed to get my head on straight and decide what I really wanted.

Did I have the emotional capacity to handle two men? The risks with both of them were too great to just fall into this casually. There was nothing casual about taking a giant leap to a relationship with Ethan. He’d been my best friend since we were eighteen. He knew practically everything about me and now he knew what I looked and sounded like when I came. I didn’t think we could go back from that even if one of us wanted to.

And Leo? He woke up something inside me that I didn’t even know was there. I wasn’t confrontational even on a bad day, but something about him made me comfortable enough to show that side of myself.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and feeling somewhat refreshed. Leo was gone, but Ethan was sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. My heart did a little flip at the sight of him.

“Hey.” Greeting Ethan should not have felt so awkward.

He looked up, his eyes widening slightly as they took me in, a small smile forming on his lips. “Hey.”

I padded over to my dresser, suddenly very aware that I was only in a towel. “Where’s Leo?”

“He got a call and muttered something about a work emergency. I don’t think it’s the foundation, though, but who knows.”

I started toward my closet, hating to admit to myself that I was a little disappointed Leo had left without at least saying goodbye.

“Come here.” Ethan’s voice had dropped to a rumble, and I stopped in my tracks, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow. He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “We should talk.”

“Let me get some clothes…”

“What you’re wearing is fine.”

My nipples immediately hardened, and I turned around slowly. “Oh?”

For a moment, we just stared at each other, years of friendship and the events of the night before hanging between us.

Ethan made the first move, the blanket falling away from his naked body as he rose to his feet. His gaze held mine as he stepped closer, his intent clear. I was frozen in place, my excitement and nervousness making me forget how to move.

He stopped in front of me, his hand wrapping around mine that clutched my towel closed. My fingers opened, and the towel pooled at my feet, leaving me bare.

I resisted the urge to cover myself, instead watching the way his pupils dilated as he took me in. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck as he stepped closer. “You’re so beautiful.”

I reached out, tracing the line of his jaw, and he leaned into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine. Our lips met in a slow kiss, and I melted into him.

This moment between us was too intimate and raw to share with anyone else, and I saw that now. Had I made a big mistake letting Leo be a part of what had happened the night before? I couldn’t think about that now, and I definitely didn’t want to interrupt this moment by bringing up another man.

I angled my head, deepening the kiss and pressing my body close. His hands roamed down my sides to my hips and then to my ass as if he couldn’t get enough of touching me.

Ethan pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against mine. “I feel like a virgin again. If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”

Was it possible to love him even more than I already did? “You’re perfect, but I will.”

He let out a shaky breath, a small smile playing on his lips. “I want to taste you again.”

His words sent a surge of heat through me, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. Ethan dug his fingers into my ass and picked me up, my legs wrapping around him. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, his body covering mine as our kissing turned frantic.

I gasped as Ethan’s lips left mine, his warm breath ghosting over my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck. His hands slid down my body, resting momentarily on my hips before moving further down, grazing my sensitive thighs and spreading them wider.

“Ethan...” I whimpered, needing him to touch me.

He paused, his lips hovering over the curve of my breast. “Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed hard, my body tingling as his fingertips skimmed my inner thighs, edging closer and closer to where I needed him. “I... I want you to... keep going.”

Ethan’s low chuckle vibrated through my body. “I aim to please.” With a quick flick of his tongue over a nipple, he kissed all the way down my body, taking the same path as his hands had.

I arched my back as he nipped next to my belly button, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as his lips continued their journey, lower and lower.

By the time his mouth reached my aching center, my breath was coming in short, rapid gasps. He flicked his tongue against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I cried out, my hands grasping at the blankets as his tongue danced over my sensitive bud.

He listened to my body, to the way I gasped and moaned, and adjusted his movements accordingly. He was so attentive and so eager to please that it was almost overwhelming.

I hadn’t expected him to be this good, but then again, this was Ethan—the man who knew me better than anyone else. He had always been able to anticipate my needs and desires… now they were needs and desires of a different kind.

His fingers joined the party, first one then a second as he ate me out.

“Ethan,” I moaned, my voice ragged as I teetered on the edge of release. “I’m close...”

“That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel how much you like this.”

His words were my undoing. With a final flick of his tongue and crook of his fingers inside me, I shattered, crying out his name.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my hands gripping his hair. He looked up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “How are you so good at that?”

He shrugged and crawled back up. “I guess I’m just a natural.”

I looked over at the nightstand where Leo had left the strip of condoms. “I bet you’re a natural at something else too…” I didn’t talk to Ethan about his sex life often, but I knew he wasn’t a virgin when it came to another hole.

He let out a shaky breath as he reached for one. “Are you sure? You’ve had a lot of action the last few days.”

I laughed because he was absolutely right; I didn’t even think I’d had sex three times in one week before, let alone three days. “It’s fine. I’ll ice her later.”

Ethan tore open the condom wrapper, his hands trembling slightly. He rolled the condom on and positioned himself between my legs. He hesitated for a moment, and I could see him starting to overthink it.

So, I did what I always did when Ethan got too stuck in his own head—I took matters into my own hands.

Literally.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his length, guiding him to my entrance. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed as I rubbed the head of his cock against me, coating him in my wetness.

“Libby,” he breathed.

“I want you, Ethan.”

He opened his eyes, looking down at me as he slowly began to push in inch by inch, stretching me in the most delicious way. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around him. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

Something in him snapped at my words, and he gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust into me, hard and deep. His eyes never left mine, and there was something primal, something possessive in his gaze.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, his voice barely recognizable. “You’ve always been mine.” He was fucking me like he was claiming me. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “I’m yours, Ethan.”

He let out a groan, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I felt my orgasm building again and he moved a hand between us and began circling my clit.

“Oh, God, yes! Like that!” I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts, needing him deeper.

“Come for me, Libby. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words were my undoing, and I shattered around him, my body trembling with the force of my release. He followed me over the edge, burying himself one last time as his body tensed and his cock pulsed inside me. It was the most satisfying orgasm I’d ever had, and I didn’t want it to end.

He stilled and settled between my legs, his forehead coming to rest against mine as we regained our breath. “So... that happened.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, it did.”

He ran the back of his fingers up and down my arm before taking my hand and entwining our fingers. “I meant what I said before; I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too. I just hadn’t really given a lot of thought to it because you never showed interest in me... or any other woman.”

He squeezed my hand. “I’ve thought about it a lot this past week. I only really have the way I feel towards you to go from, but I’m still not attracted to women… just you.”

“And how are you feeling about that?”

“After last night and this morning, I can’t imagine going back to only being friends.” His eyes were hopeful, yet there was uncertainty there too. “How are you feeling?”

“The same as you. But there’s a problem… I mean, what are we now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? That doesn’t seem like a strong enough label.” I was feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about all of this. “Partners? Soulmates? Lovers?”

“Anything you want.” He brought our hands to his lips and kissed my fingers. It felt so natural and right that I knew that for us, a label didn’t matter.

I hesitated, trying to decide how to ask the next question. It was probably on his mind too, so I ripped off the Band-Aid. “What about Leo?”

Ethan sighed. “Honestly? I have no fucking clue. I worry about his intentions, and now that we’re going to try this… I don’t know if he fits into that equation.”

My heart dropped, but I nodded. “It was only supposed to be a one-time thing anyway… plus, there’s the whole work situation.” I wasn’t doing a great job at convincing myself that Leo was a quick fling.

“We should get cleaned up and go get breakfast. I’m starving.” Ethan kissed me as he pulled out.

He went into the bathroom, and I lay there for a minute, thinking about the past twenty-four hours. Ethan was right, I didn’t know Leo’s intentions. I couldn’t risk what I had with Ethan to chase some fleeting feeling I got from a man I barely knew.