I giggled but only for a moment. In the next second, Ethan grabbed the edge of my shirt and yanked it off over my head. My jeans were next, followed by his shirt. Then without warning, Ethan grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and shoved me face first on top of a box of books.
“Ethan!” I cried out, laughing.
“You don’t like it?” He leaned over me with his hand on the back of my neck, holding me down. With his other hand, he worked his fingers between my legs, sliding one inside of me. “You think you can wave that pierced nipple around and not expect me to bend you over and fuck you hard?”
I gasped, and my heart began to pound faster.
“Is this okay?” Ethan asked softly, his mouth pressed just below my ear. “Is it turning you on?”
“Definitely.” I could barely get the word out.
“Good. Now spread those legs.”
I did as I was told, and Ethan grabbed my hips and pulled them up. I had to stand on my toes a little, using my arms for balance on the top of the box. I heard the zipper of Ethan’s jeans come down, then felt him press up against me. He paused.
“Fuck.” Ethan ran his hand down my back. “Babe, I’m out of condoms. Do you have any?”
“Well, somewhere in one of these boxes, but I have no idea where.”
“Shit.”
“I have an IUD,” I said quietly.
“You do?”
“Yes, since before we met.”
“So, no condom?” I felt Ethan’s hot breath on my back.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I mean, if it’s okay with you.”
I felt the head of his cock between my legs. He stroked me up and down, and my thighs clenched as he rammed into me with a grunt.
“Ahh!” I cried out as I nearly lost my balance. Ethan wrapped an arm around my waist and held me in place as he began to pound into me. He placed his other hand on the back of my neck again, holding my face to the cardboard.
“You fucking love getting pounded, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes!”
He slowed his pace, and I moaned. I could already feel the pressure building between my legs with each penetration.
“You want it slow, sweetheart,” he whispered, grinding deep inside of me, “or do you want it rough?”
“Harder!” I screamed.
“Fuck, yeah!”
Ethan grunted and groaned with every stroke, nearly shoving me right off of the box, but he held tight to my waist, pulling me back against him.
“You look so fucking hot bent over like that. I could just fuck you like this all day.”
“God, Ethan!” I pressed back, still on my toes, pushing as hard as I could, reaching for that peak. I tightened my hands into fists and cried out again as waves of pleasure rushed through my core.
“Oh, shit! Ashlyn!”
Ethan stiffened and gripped my hips tightly. He shoved into me one last time as my body shook with his. I felt him empty inside of me right before he collapsed against my back. A second later, both my legs and the top of the box gave out, and we toppled to the floor, laughing.
“That was fucking amazing,” Ethan said, still panting. “I might have to randomly box things up every few weeks just so we can do that again.”