2. Ethan

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Ethan

“She doesn’t want you there, I’m sorry, bro,” Daniel says to me over the phone a week before Ellie is set to graduate from Cornell University.

“You asked her? Are you sure she doesn’t?”

“I wouldn’t tell you that if she didn’t say it.”

“This is a big deal for her and I want to be there.”

“I understand that. I told her that too. It’s just…she’s moved on and so have you.”

“She’s moved on?”

“Yeah, she’s dating some guy. They’re pretty serious. She’s going to travel the world with him after graduation.”

“I…”

“You’re with Mercy anyway.”

“She’s not Ellie.”

Mercy was exciting in the beginning, the way she flirted and teased me. My ego needed her after the blow from Ellie.

But she’s not Ellie.

She doesn’t even compare.

Yeah, she’s fun and sometimes nice but we’re nothing alike. She’s entitled and always wants to be in the spotlight. I enjoy that, but not all the time. Everything she does is for show.

Elena spoiled me. She knew what I needed to eat before games, in season. She knew me better than I knew myself and anticipated my moods.

She washed and ironed my uniforms. She did my laundry, had my stuff ready for practices and games for me. She did those things without me ever asking her to.

She knew when I didn’t want to talk and just needed to feel her close to me. She knew when I needed to stay up late talking or what ways I needed to expend energy whether it was nervous or excited.

She kept me on track with academics and athletics.

I think a lot of my behaviors lately have been out of pure spite for Elena because that’s how I dealt with my heartbreak.

Mercy was a spiteful rebound, because she is the exact opposite of El.

I thought I would fill the hole in my heart with Mercy, with any other woman in the world and Lord knows I’ve tried the last two years, but there’s still a giant Grand Canyon sized hole that longs for Elena to come back to me.

“Bro,” Daniel sighs. “You two were kids. High school sweethearts and college romances don’t last.”

“Your parents…”

“Are different from most people.”

I inwardly groan. I don’t believe Daniel at all. I can’t imagine that Elena doesn’t want me at her graduation, not after she came to my first hockey game.

Well, at least I think she was there.

I thought I saw her in the crowd at the game, but maybe it was wishful thinking.

There was a woman who looked so much like her that I saw after the game but she disappeared before I could talk to her.

I wanted it to be Elena, but she wouldn’t have come all that way and not talked to me.

Besides, Daniel swore that she was in class at the same time as the game and that it wasn’t possible that she was there.

He would know, right?

I do a quick search for her on social media and see that I’m still blocked from her profiles.

Damn it.

“You’re right. Sometimes when things feel like they’re imploding around me I just miss her so much.”

“I get it. She’s the fixer. My sister has this calming energy around her that puts you at ease. It’s also natural. You two were together for a long time, but you were also constantly together. It’s hard to break those knee jerk reactions to needing someone.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

We hang up the phone a few minutes later, but I continue to pace my townhouse. Seemingly, if you look around my home or at the way the media portrays me I have everything I could ever want.

I’m a rockstar on the ice. I’m dating the coach’s daughter who is also a supermodel and drop dead gorgeous. She introduces me to some amazing people who continually help further my career.

I have endorsement deals that have made me a billionaire at a very young age.

The world is at my fingertips and yet, I’m still not satisfied.

Elena walking out of that apartment while I was still in a drunken haze is on replay in my head day in and day out.

I should’ve gone after her.

I should’ve tried to convince her that none of it was my fault.

I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I down it quickly before pouring another.

Sometimes the burn of it going down is the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore.

And then the anger comes.

How dare she walk out on me without letting me explain?

How dare she accuse me of cheating on her when I did nothing wrong?

Was she cheating on me?

Her and Ryan were always too close for my liking. He was there that night. He’s constantly posting pictures with her, calling her his favorite girl.

Then there’s Jaclyn who will DM me and talk about how great Elena is doing before she drops something disgusting in the message.

I always ignore them. I don’t open the messages, just delete them and never reply but she still hasn’t gotten the message.

Elena left me. I have to move on and forget about her.

This was her decision.

She’s selfish and… and… she’s none of those things that I ever believed her to be.

I let the whiskey take over.

Babyyyyyyyy, I’m coming over and I’m bringing friends.

I know what that means.

Maybe the only reason that I’ve kept Mercy around is because of this. Because on the days that the pain in my heart is so bad, she seems to know, and she brings me friends with her so that I can disappear into their warm holes and forget about Elena Thompson for the night.

“Ethan!” Mercy calls out in a sing-song voice. “We’re here baby!”

I walk out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers, flexing my muscled body for Mercy and her friends.

It’s what she likes.

She likes to show me off in this way, but she also enjoys sharing me with her friends at the same time.

Who am I to deny her that pleasure?

She grins widely back at me as she saunters toward me. Her painted red nails draw a line up and down my abs as she sucks in a breath. She leans forward and kisses me hungrily. She grabs her friend's hand and tugs her forward.

Amelia? Is that right?

She’s been here before and is a spicy little redhead who worships my big cock and wants nothing else from me.

Mercy grabs Amelia by the back of the head and shoves her to her knees. Amelia’s long slender fingers immediately go to the outline of my engorged cock. She grabs the bulge before reaching up and yanking my boxers down.

“Ladies, let's move to the bedroom,” I instruct as I step out of my boxers and leave them in the hallway.

There’s two other girls with Amelia and Mercy, two blondes whose names I don’t need to know. I’ve had enough whiskey today so that I don’t feel bad for what I’m about to do. Enough to take the edge off so that I don’t picture Elena’s face when I kiss Mercy or any of these girls. So that I don’t call out her name when I cum.

The two blondes are on the bed waiting for me. Mercy and Amelia join them and all four women begin kissing and touching my body, worshiping me at the same time that they’re kissing each other.

Damn that’s hot.

Any man in the world would be all about this, but here I am just numb to it all.

Amelia takes me in her mouth, while one of the blondes kneels beside her like a good girl. The two of them are sharing the girth as they alternate licking, sucking, kissing.

Mercy has pushed the other girl down on the bed, spread her legs and has buried her face there in her wet pussy. The blonde is moaning and writhing beneath her as I watch.

I try to forget about Elena and focus on the sensations, the heat of the women’s bodies, the sound of their breaths and moans, the taste of their lips. But it's difficult. I can't shake the feeling that I'm cheating on someone, even though Elena and I had already ended things.

Mercy notices my distant gaze and pulls away from the blonde, looking into my eyes with a mischievous grin. "Come on, Ethan," she whispers seductively. "Join the party."

She pulls out a vial and puts the small pill of ecstasy on my tongue.

Today it’s ecstasy. Tomorrow it’s cocaine. The seemingly innocent girl next door has introduced me to more party favors that I’ve ever known to exist in my life.

I take a deep breath and force myself to focus on the present. The pills and the whiskey will do their job in a second.

There it is. That floaty feeling.

Every touch. Every breath it’s on a different realm.

I step forward and help Amelia to her feet, leading her to the bed. I lie down beside the two blondes, my erection straining against my stomach as I spread my legs.

Amelia takes my cock in her mouth once more, sucking and licking at the head, making me groan as a shiver runs through me. I reach down and lightly stroke her hair, enjoying the sensation of her lips wrapped around me.

Mercy, not to be outdone, slides in between us, straddling my thighs and kissing me passionately. Her hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of my body as I moan into her mouth. She slides her hand between us, cupping my balls as she continues with her teasing and pleasing touch.

The two blondes whisper to each other on either side of me, their breaths quick and shallow. Their bodies are warm and alive, their touch idly caressing my chest and stomach as they wait their turn. Mercy steps back, her eyes never leaving mine as she beckons one of the blondes forward.

Amelia climbs on top of me, guiding my cock into her wet pussy and lowering herself onto me with a sigh of pleasure. The other women join in, kissing each other and touching my body as they moan in unison. I can feel their bodies pressing against mine, hot and sweaty, driving me further into their world of hedonistic desires.

She grinds on me, but this is too intimate for my liking as she tries to lock eyes with me and kiss me.

I buck, catching her as I flip her over on all fours. She moans before scooting backward. I plunge into her from behind, grabbing her hair as I do.

Amelia gasps, her body arching under mine as I begin to thrust faster and harder. Mercy and the other blondes continue to caress and kiss me, their excitement driving my own arousal higher.

I feel like a god, adored by beautiful women who crave my touch. But as I continue to fuck Amelia, I can't help but think of Elena and the innocence she once represented. I feel guilty, even as I give in to my darkest desires.

Suddenly, Amelia tenses under me, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she cries out in pleasure. Her orgasm sends shockwaves through me.

I thrust deeper, holding back the orgasm. Her moans fill the room as she rides out her own climax. I pull out of her, push her out of my way, and grab one of the blondes. She lays down before me.

Mercy climbs on top of her, sitting on her face as she bends forward and smiles seductively back at me. She buries her face in the blondes pussy, grabbing my engorged cock and guiding me toward the blondes petite core.

I fill her while Amelia comes down from her high and the other blonde alternates between playing with herself and kissing me, worshiping me. Her eyes are glued to me as though I’m a God.

I slam into the blonde, over and over again. Mercy is writhing on top of her as the blonde is writhing underneath both of us.

Sweat glistens on their bodies, mixing with the alcohol and arousal as we continue our frenzied pace. I can feel each thrust echoing through the room, the sound of our bodies crashing together filling the air.

The blonde screams out and her pussy clenches again. I immediately withdraw my cock and grab the other blonde by the hair. I shove my cock into her warm wet mouth, skull fucking her, slamming into her throat as she tries to keep up. She’s still playing with herself, her eyes are locked onto mine and I can tell she’s nearing her own orgasm.

As she’s on the brink, Mercy pushes her out of the way and bends over in front of me. I grip her hips and enter her roughly.

“Yes! Ethan! Yes!”

I slam into her, pounding her with all my strength, her moans and gasps pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the ecstasy pill working its magic, the world fading away as I lose myself in the sensations.

The room is a haze of bodies and pleasure, the smell of sweat and arousal intoxicating me. I can't help but think of Elena as I continue to fuck Mercy and the others. I feel like I’m betraying her, ashamed of myself, but the drug and the alcohol make it hard to care.

As Mercy nears her climax, I feel a wave of release wash over me. My orgasm is intensified by the ecstasy, and I can feel my cock twitching inside her, my seed spilling deep within her.

I pull out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. The other women try to lick my cock clean, but I push them all away.

“Leave me alone,” I hiss.

Mercy giggles and kisses me hungrily. I grab her by the throat and her eyes turn to pure lust.

“Go,” I growl.

She smiles before doing as I say. She and the women leave, closing the door behind them. I can hear them finishing their party together.

I got what I needed, that’s all that matters.

When I wake up the next morning, Elena’s face fills my memory as well as what I did the night before. I feel sick to my stomach and run to the bathroom to vomit.

I walk right back downstairs and fill another tumbler of whiskey.

It’s the same thing every day. I’m stuck in the Groundhog movie.

Get drunk. Get high. Fuck random women while my supposed girlfriend watches so that I can forget about Elena abandoning me. Repeat.

It’s the only hope I have to forget about her.

The alcohol, the drugs, the sex, they all numb me enough to get through another day.