Moonlight (Grim Gate 3)

His other hand is still between my legs, expertly moving his deft fingers in a slow circle inside me as he continues lapping at me with his tongue. Energy surges within me, gathering at a dizzying rate, ready to be released right along with the tension that’s been rapidly building.

Ethan slows down again for just a moment before working me again with fury, bringing me over the edge. I cry out, pussy spasming against Ethan’s face. He doesn’t stop there, and a second orgasm hits me as soon as the first one ends, blending them together and bringing me into overdrive. The energy that has been gathering sparks magic around my fingers and I let it go, feeling a whole new sensation.

A loud moan escapes my lips and my body shudders again, knees weakening. I can feel cum drip from me, soaking Ethan’s face. He greedily growls, licking it up, not even giving me a chance of getting embarrassed. He slowly moves his hand out from between my legs, keeping his mouth over me as my pussy continues to spasm. The aftershock feels almost as good as actually coming, and I honestly have no idea how I’m still standing right now.

Ethan must be wondering the same, and he grabs me as soon as he’s on his feet, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Feebly, I wrap my arms around his neck, having to hold onto him for support. He opens the back door of his Jeep, picks me up, and lays me down on the back seat. I’m still panting, chest rapidly rising and falling as I quickly suck in air. I scoot up, giving Ethan room but am moving slowly. My ears start to ring, and I have to take a minute to recover before I sit up, reaching for Ethan.

He helps me get his pants off and I look at his hard cock, greedy for more. Ethan settles in the middle of the back seat and I climb on top, slowly lowering myself onto him. He groans, cock filling every inch of my tight pussy. Impatient after holding out for so long, Ethan grips my hips and rocks me back and forth.

I can tell he’s almost there, holding out as much as he can until I come for the third time. He sweeps one hand down, thumb gently rubbing my clit. I arch my back, head hitting the seats behind me, but I don’t care. Ethan bucks his hips and I cry out, coming hard on his dick. Grabbing my waist, he pulls me down, burying his cock deeper inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, reveling in utter bliss, both our hearts racing.

“Holy shit,” I pant, head falling forward and resting against Ethan. My body is still shaking, and I shudder with pleasure as the aftershocks of coming so hard hit me all over again. His chest rises and falls rapidly along with mine. “That was…that was…intense in the best way.”

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes and runs his hands up my back. I take another breath, remembering that we’re in his Jeep, parked only yards away from a group of other people. And, while they might not have been able to see us through the tinted windows, I’m sure they were able to hear us. Lifting my head off his shoulder, I run my hand through Ethan’s hair and kiss him before slowly straightening up. My sweater is bunched up around my waist and my pants are…well…somewhere. Outside. Maybe? Fuck, I think so.

We fumble around getting redressed, and Ethan gets my pants and underwear from the cold ground. Ethan goes back to the fire, making sure the bodies are all burned while I get dressed and rake my thick hair into a messy bun. I put my coat back on and spend a few minutes looking for my gloves. One is on the floor under my seat and the other ended up being outside, halfway under the Jeep.

I have to pee, and I usually do after sex to avoid getting a UTI. Pulling a tissue out of my purse, I wander a bit away from the Jeep, finding a spot out of sight to squat down and pee, as well as clean myself up. The fire is dying down by the time I rejoin everyone, and Ethan and Stephanie are standing away from the others.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” she asks him in a hushed voice. “She’s a witch.”

“I don’t fucking care,” Ethan replies, venom in his voice. “There’s nothing—” He stops, able to sense me coming over. “Nothing wrong with that,” he finishes, and Step stares at him in disbelief.

“How are you doing?” I ask Stephanie, noticing a decent-sized bruise starting to form on the side of her face.

“Fine,” she says flatly and turns around, marching back to the others.