21. Ethan

21

ETHAN

I can almost swear I see the traces of dawn trying to weasel their way into the lounge. It can't be morning already. It would put new meaning to fuck all night for me. Not that I've never gotten close with adequate breaks between.

But with the four of us, Ella doesn't seem to get a break. And she never asks for one. It's something magical because I lean in to check on her. "You still doing all right?"

Her moan is long and weak, and she nods her head. We've used most of the toys I brought, but we've just broken her for the first time in hours. Her body shakes from her orgasm. It must have been a big one. I stroke her folds with my thumb, and she shivers. We've made an absolute mess of her, and I can't wait to do it again.

I wipe her thighs with a towel, rubbing the insides to relax her muscles. Then, I reach for one of the last two toys. Considering the array I put out, this one is a simple metal anal plug. The cold makes her jerk up, and I hold her open as I nudge the plug in place.

Ella murmurs and relaxes, peering up at me with half-lidded eyes. Fuck, she's a beautiful woman—full lashes, expressive eyes, and that sweet pout to her lips. I lean down to taste her mouth. Somehow, the remnants of the wine still linger on her tongue.

I grab the last toy, the lonely little vibrator waiting to help end Ella, to burn up the rest of her need for the night. Then, we can all rest.

I test the vibration against her soft belly, and her hips jump. Breathless squeals escape her. I stroke between her breasts with my palm as I press the vibrator over her clit. Her body bucks before she finds a position that feels good, hips jutted forward, cheeks clenching around that plug.

All she needs is a cock to fill her up. I'll provide that for her soon enough. Not yet, though.

She wriggles so deliciously. Moisture spreads across her thighs as she gasps and moans under the vibrator. It's not until she's close that I aim myself at her entrance.

"Please," Ella whispers, and that lone word somehow makes my cock harder. Then, she repeats herself. "Please, Ethan."

I plunge into her. Her cry tightens the muscles down my center. My thrusts are steady but not bruising. I can feel the vibrator shaking through her core. It's a wonder so many men don't utilize this kind of toy. It's almost guaranteed to make her come, and you get the bonus vibrations while you're fucking. Win-win. Nothing to lose any pride over.

Her pussy grabs onto me, muscles changing as the pleasure spikes, bringing her closer to the release I'm promising her. Ella's head rolls across the cushion's bright fabric, dark hair tangling as she slowly shakes her head. That plump mouth of hers stays open as she moans in a soft staccato.

It doesn't take more than a minute for the next change, and I watch every bit of her unraveling. She's magnificent, unparalleled in her splendor and uninhibited in her pleasure. Smart. Sexy. Sassy. Strong. She fits us. Fits me.

Body stiffening, I wave the boys closer, knowing she's about to struggle a little. If she tells me to stop, I will, but I don't believe she'll ask. And that's what I'm hoping for.

Her orgasm hits her hard, legs shooting out and back bowing. The pulsing of her pussy yanks a low groan out of me. I work to breathe through it as I gesture for Marcus and Theo to hold her legs. They take control of her easily, carefully.

The whine bleating out of her is almost a plea. To stop or keep going is unclear, but I wait her out.

"Her arms, too," I say, and Will comes around the other side to take hold of her wrists.

Then, she bucks, body jerking to avoid the overstimulation I keep pressed to her clit. Another ungodly noise has the four of us shivering. Still no stop or don't or please . No words, no struggle to get out of our grip. Her body is simply naturally reacting to the overload.

I'm aiming for a satisfying ending, one that means she can't wring any more pleasure out of her flesh, that we gave her every moment possible.

When her cries reduce to murmurs and whimpers, body relaxing in inches, I pull one of her heavy breasts in my hands. Running my thumb over her nipple drives the tension through her again. Soon, her hips ride my thrusts, and my light touch turns into something more substantial, pinching, tugging, twisting. I switch, and she's all but keening for another release.

I release her nipple and grab onto her waist. But she gets no reprieve, Marcus and Theo bending to suckle her. I grow more intentional. Closing in on my own end, I tilt to rub against her G-spot, and I enjoy watching the change ripple through her.

When she comes, I come with her, pumping my seed into her until I can't move. Except to toss the vibrator away. Theo turns it off, and I curl over her, tucking her shaking arms against my chest and holding her.

Lifting to one arm, I peer down at her and smile, smoothing her wild hair from her face. Those dark eyes glow at me, and I swear I can hear her purring. "How are you, sweetheart?"

Her light laugh sends her eyelids fluttering closed. "Exhausted. Broken. But in the best way."

I laugh with her and plant kisses along her throat. "We've made an absolute mess of you. I'm fairly certain we've all been raised by beasts. But I think that means it's my honor to clean you up."

"Who says?" Theo asks from behind me.

"I do. You all got started without me, so I'm going to finish without you. Why don't you go make breakfast? A big one."

Marcus laughs, and it echoes under the high ceilings. He slaps Theo on the back, and I peer over my shoulder to watch them go. With his own smirk, Will follows, and I grin back down at Ella.

"I'm going to assume you can't walk right now, so allow me." I slide off the chaise lounge and lift Ella in my arms. She sucks in a breath like she's not used to seeing us display this kind of strength, but I'm a firefighter. I've carried fully-grown and hefty men out of fires before. Ella's weight is nothing, even with her curves.

I take her up to her room in the manor because I'm nosy and I want to see whether she's a slob or a neat freak. I want to know what her soap and shampoo smell like before she spreads them over her skin. When I back us inside, leaving the entrance door open, she snorts against my shoulder. "I knew you liked voyeurism the moment I met you."

I laugh. "I do." And I take in as much as I can with each step through her space—twelve paces—to the bathroom door. She's not messy, but she's not neat. Pops of color from skirts or shirts and a very nice pair of shoes. Her duvet seems subdued, but her bed is made, likely supplied by the man who brought it from her place. She has a laptop open on the small desk by the window, and plants decorate the room, likely remnants from her solo life before putting up at the manor. Foliage takes up most of the extra spaces. All of them are lush and dark green, well taken care of. That fits what I know of Ella.

"I like your plants," I whisper into her hair as I set her down in front of her shower. It fits the two of us nicely. The tiles are pale green here, offset with white. They appear more earthy, which also matches Ella's aesthetic. "I hope you keep extra towels in here."

She tips a smirk up at me over her shoulder. "I do."

I reach in and turn on the hot water, one arm snug around her waist to keep her upright. Taking a moment to nuzzle her, I enjoy the way she sways from foot to foot, pulling me along. It has been a long time since I danced with a woman, even the slow sway. Most of my moves are of the horizontal nature, but this one taps something deep in my chest. It's not rational, but I don't want this to end.

This isn't even the good part.

Or maybe it is.

Her fingers tighten on my wrists. "I think it's hot enough now."

My laugh is more self-content. "Yeah." I walk us inside, and she seems to like this silly side of me. Women love to laugh. It's the serious stuff that always sends them packing. In my line of work, serious comes on quickly, and it's intense. Most women aren't made for men like me. The last couple of years proved that for me and my brothers.

Gliding my hands up and down her sides, I spread the hot water over her skin and grab for the bar of soap and wash rag she has hanging nearby. I rub rosemary and mint over the cloth before circling suds over her skin. And I am very thorough.

She washes her face as I wring out the rag and hang it back where I got it.

"Do you want your hair washed or no?"

Another genuine belly laugh that twists my guts. "If I said yes, would you be washing it?"

"I would." I open her shampoo bottle and take a big whiff. More mint, but it's married with lime this time. It's sweeter and makes me want a margarita. The scent isn't as sweet on Ella's skin. Something about how it mixes with her natural scent makes it all the better.

She blinks those long lashes at me, but not in a way that can be interpreted as seductive, although everything about her seems to seduce me just fine. She's assessing me. I open her conditioner and get the same mix of fragrance but with a mellow coconut milk undertone.

The corner of her mouth twitches up. "You're smelling my personal hygiene items."

I laugh, leaving the genuine smile lingering on my face. Putting one on is easy enough, but part of me wonders if she can tell the difference. She's so observant. "I am."

Ella purses her mouth to hide her smile. "Why?"

I shrug. "Just trying to pick out what's you, and what's added to make you smell so good."

Her laugh is another real one. They're slowly cracking her open in front of us the more she grows comfortable. "You don't ever turn it off, do you? Sexpot."

"Sexpot?"

"Something my Nani used to say when she warned me about pretty boys and their charms. I do plan to wash my hair." And with that, Ella dunks her hair back into the wide spray of water from the large shower head.

Something about her is simply addictive. I've known a lot of women, but none of them have come close to making me feel the way Ella does. If Marcus isn't careful, he's going to have a new roommate, and I won't be convinced that he doesn't have the room.

Once her hair is good and wet, I squeeze a dollop of her mint and lime shampoo into my palm and step in behind her to work it through her long locks. Her hair is thick and wavy even when wet.

Ella sways, and I step around in front of her before sinking my fingers back in her hair. She wraps her arms around me to stabilize herself, head falling back into my ministrations and elongating her beautiful neck. If not for the suds, I would be nibbling her there right now. Her soft, delectable moans do me in, and I can feel my dick hardening against her belly.

She peeks one eye open at me. Annoyed or amused, I can't tell.

"Ignore that. It has a mind of its own." The prick of her nails along my spine has me raising my brow. "Unless you'd rather not ignore it, and then I can be of help. But I don't want to take advantage more than I already have. I'm sure you'll be sore tomorrow… or later today."

Her hum vibrates through her chest and into mine as I massage her scalp.

"Come on. Time to rinse." I spin her and back her under the water again, rinsing her hair carefully. "Conditioner?"

"Only the ends. Then, the comb." She sways under the water as I reach for the creamy bottle. It takes little time to slather her hair and comb it out for her. I'm surprised when she doesn't ask me about it.

"Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Maybe. But I'm far too interested in the breakfast being made downstairs. Theo's cooking rivals my own."

"Alright, let's finish up and get you down there." In less than a minute, I shut the water off and wrap her in a dark green towel, slinging the other down around my waist.

"I don't know what it is about you guys—all hero masculinity, but you care about my comfort." Ella bites her lip and shakes her head, turning away from me, pulling on an oversized T-shirt with her hair still wet. She wraps her damp hair in a towel, her back turned to me. .

"We do care about your comfort. Why wouldn't we?" Although I can answer that fifty different ways, I still have to ask.

"You all… just make me feel at home, and I have to be honest. Right now, it's kind of freaking me out."

"Ella…" My voice softens when I reach for her, but she skitters back, hands up. She really is freaking out. Oh, no.

"I…" She doesn't finish her thought before she's out the door.