No One Else (The Ladies Who Brunch 2)

Ethan carries me up the staircase as we kiss, and I rub my barely covered pussy against the button on his jeans, loving the friction but only wanting him more. As we turn the corner and enter my room, he stops dead in his tracks as his eyes veer off to the left. “Holy shit.”

“What?”

“You weren’t kidding about the pole dancing, were you?”

I turn my head over my shoulder to stare at the pole I had installed in my room so I could practice where the space allowed, right between my bed and the bathroom. “No, I was telling the truth.”

“If I didn’t need to be inside you so badly, I’d make you dance for me right now.”

“Maybe next time,” I tease, nibbling on his earlobe as he carries me over to the bed and tosses me on it, hovering over me as I stare up at him.

“I’m holding you to that.” And then his lips are back on mine as his hand drifts between my legs, and he rubs his knuckles over the wet silk of my thong. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“I always am around you.”

“You make me so fucking hard all the time, Amelia. You have no idea how out of control you make me feel.” Ethan stands up and starts to unbutton his jeans, staring at me as he does it. It’s erotic, intense, and I reach up to play with my nipples again as I spread my legs and watch him push his jeans and underwear down in one swift movement. He kicks off his socks, shoes, and pants and then stands before me, gloriously naked, stroking his length with need in his eyes.

The man is exquisite—intense, strong, and a little broken—but he’s here with me, and that’s all I’m choosing to focus on right now.

As he leans over me again, I feel his thumbs hook into the sides of my thong, pulling the fabric down and baring all of me to him. And it’s not like he hasn’t been between my legs before, but this is different. I’m completely exposed, and in some ways, I feel more nervous about this.

“You’re shaking.”

“I’m a little cold…and nervous.”

He covers me with his body. “Is that better?”

“A little.” He smiles down at me, and I reciprocate, but then our lips touch again, and sheer heat builds between us. I can feel his length against my thigh as Ethan’s hands move all over my body, skimming over my curves, gripping my ass, pulling me into him as we begin to grind on one another.

“Why are you nervous? Are you second-guessing this?”

I shake my head, keeping my eyes on his. “No. It’s just been a while. And it’s you…”

“I get it.” He nuzzles my cheek with his nose, forcing me to close my eyes and take a deep breath to relax. I want him, I want this, and I know he does too. “But I promise to make you feel good. Remember, I have to live up to my words for Penelope. I’ve got to give you something to tell the girls on Sunday.”

Laughing, I find his mouth and kiss him with just a small bit of tongue, eager to feel him inside me. “Yes, you do. So, do you have a condom?” I whisper against his lips.

“I do. Hold on.” He leaps from the bed, locates his pants, and pulls out his wallet to get a condom, ripping it open and covering himself as I wait for him. But he’s back on me quickly, rubbing his cock between my legs, coating himself in my arousal. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“I know. Now fuck me, Ethan.”

“Jesus. Say that again,” he growls as he stares down at me.

I lift slightly from the bed and bite his lower lip, dragging it gently between my teeth before releasing it and smirking up at him. “Fuck me. Now.”

He slams into me, making me scream, and begins to thrust with precision, rolling his hips as he slides in and out. Squeezing his shoulders, I shriek at the invasion and moan as he sets a punishing rhythm. “Is this what you wanted?”

My entire body breaks out in goosebumps as I claw at his shoulders and back, holding on for the ride. “Yes. Oh God, Ethan. Yes!”

“Fuck, Amelia.” Our mouths connect again in a messy kiss as our bodies undulate together, and the mood shifts into carnal pleasure. My hips lift to meet all of his thrusts, one of his hands is buried deep in my curls, pulling my head back to grant him access to my neck as he licks and bites the skin there, and his other hand squeezes my hip for leverage as he slams into me over and over again.

The light through the window casts shadows all over my room, including shadows of our bodies moving together, and watching them dance against the wall is one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.

Ethan turns to see where I’m looking and notices our shadows as well. “Fuck, that’s hot. Look at us, Amelia.”

“You feel so good, Ethan. Keep fucking me, please.”

“I didn’t plan on stopping any time soon.” He lifts up onto his knees and spreads my thighs apart farther, pistoning his hips at the same delirious pace and staring down at where we’re joined as he slides in and out of me.

“Ethan, touch me, please.”

He wastes no time using his thumb to rub soft circles over my clit as my entire pussy begins to throb. I know the man knows his way around my body, but the fact that he can touch me in the perfect way to send me careening over a cliff in a matter of minutes is unparalleled.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Are you gonna come all over my cock?”

His words do me in. “Oh, God. Yes, right there. Don’t stop, please...”

“Fuck.”

And then I’m gone, screaming and gasping as an orgasm tears through my body, leaving me fighting for air as the waves continue to roll through me. It’s intense and powerful, and as soon as Ethan feels me start to relax, he pulls out of me, forcing me to prop myself up on my elbows to see where he went. “Ethan?”

But he doesn’t respond because I feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue diving deep into my core. “Oh fuck.” My head falls back on the bed as he laps at my arousal and pins me to the blanket, drawing aftershocks from my body. I claw at the comforter, squeezing the fabric between my fingers before moving my hands to the top of his head. “Ethan, I can’t…”

“God, you taste incredible,” he mumbles against me, licking and sucking as I writhe and gasp for air.

“Please, Ethan.”

He stands again and reaches for my hand, pulling me up to him as I rest on my knees on the bed. Holding my face in his hands, he kisses me, allowing me to taste myself before he backs up and demands, “On your knees, facing away from me.”

I spin around, sticking my ass in the air for him and waiting with anticipation for his next move. I feel his hands travel over my ass and up my back, his fingers dancing along my skin before I feel his lips follow the trail he’s painting with his hands. His mouth moves over my curves, kissing and licking my hips, my ribs, and my shoulder blades right over my tattoo before reaching my neck.

“You have an orchid tattoo…”

I glance over my shoulder at him, finding his face right near my ear. “I do...”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, rubbing his cock between my legs but not entering me.

“It’s not something I share with everyone, but I’d be willing to later after you make me come again.”

He lets out a low growl. “You want more of my cock, Amelia?”

“God, yes,” I moan.

“Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”