Ethan (Face-Off 5)

myself.

He kisses me again, but this time as if he’s saying goodbye. Tightening my grip on his neck, I hold onto Ethan for dear life, afraid of losing any contact with him. I take all of his anger and pain, absorb his sadness and fear, his emotions mirroring mine.

We both want more.

But we can’t have it.

Ethan carries me to the kitchen with my legs still around his back, and my nails clawing at his neck.

We don’t even bother to separate our lips until my ass hits the countertop. I work on the buttons of his navy dress shirt, flipping them open one at a time, and when I get to the last one, Ethan shakes it off.

He plucks a condom from his pocket, before taking off his pants and boxers, and rips the package open. I push up my skirt, slide my panties down to my ankles, and let them drop to the floor.

Ethan wets his lips as he takes in the sight of me. Staring at me like a ravenous beast, he sinks to the floor in front of me, parting my legs with his strong hands.

He kisses his way up my thigh, taking his time. Burying his face between my legs, Ethan peeks up at me. His intense gaze sends a pang of pleasure throughout my body as his tongue connects with my aching clit. He massages me with his tongue, giving me lazy licks that drive me fucking insane.

His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue finally slips between my folds, my brain shuts down. I’m unable to move or think straight when he shoves two fingers inside and spreads me open. My insides clench around him, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing.

I stare into his deep blue eyes, filled with hunger and passion, concentrating on finding my release as he manages to hit my sweet spot.

“Ethan,” I moan. “Yes… just like that.”

Gripping Ethan’s dark hair in my hands, I hold him tight and scream his name. I let out all my frustration and anger over this fucked-up situation. I communicate my feelings with each orgasm he rips from my body because they’re his to take. Ethan owns every last one of them.

He stops when I can’t take any more and glances up at me, his lips covered in my juices. He licks every bit from his lips before sucking his fingers clean. “Mmm… you taste good. But I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I release my grip on his hair and sink back against the cabinet to collect myself. “Good,” I whisper. “Because I want more.”

He places his hands on my thighs and pushes himself up. “What do you want, Mia? I want you to say it.”

I hook my leg around his back and dig my heel into his toned ass. “I want you to fuck me. I want that hate fuck I’ve been waiting years for.”

He snickers. “I don’t hate you. Never did.”

“Well, I’ve hated you for a long time, so give me what I want. Fuck every last ounce of hatred from my body. This is it. Your only chance. Give it to me, E. Fuck me like one of your puck bunnies.”

Ethan drags his thumb across my bottom lip. “You have such a dirty mouth for a goody-two-shoes. Do you know what I do to dirty girls?”

I shake my head. “No. Why don’t you show me?”

He tugs at my shirt, practically ripping it off my body in one fell swoop, the lace bra I’d worn for the occasion falling to the floor along with my top. With my breasts exposed to the cold air, my nipples grow harder. But it’s not until Ethan massages them between his fingers that the tiny buds become so taut a sensation of pure pleasure rocks through my body.

He bends down to suck on my nipple, taking it between his teeth and nibbling on it while massaging my other breast. A hint of pain washes over me in waves. But I don’t care. With each bite of my nipples, I come undone. I lose control of myself.

Ethan kisses his way up my chest and to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my skin as he continues to navigate my body with his rough, calloused hands. His massive erection digs into my thigh, long and hard and so perfect. I reach between my legs to touch his sensitive skin, stroking his shaft with both hands. He moans into my mouth, a few obscenities escaping his lips.

“I’ve gone easy on you,” he says between kisses. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

I nod. “Yes, give it to me. I want it all.”

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me off the counter so fast my head spins. I wasn’t expecting that. With a firm grip, he presses his fingers into my skin, burrowing so deep he could leave his mark on me.

“Turn around.” His voice comes off like a growl, as he moves one of his hands to my shoulder and spins me around.

Without hesitation, I lean my forearms on the counter and lift my ass, giving him the perfect view.

He rubs his hand over each cheek, caressing my skin. “Good girl.”