by Mahi Mistry
“What are you doing, Kiara?” he asked worriedly.
Turning around, I went on all fours, straddling him with my naked sex facing him. He took a sharp breath. Looking over my shoulder, I grinned, “I am giving you a blow job, Ethan.”
“Not like that, you aren’t! Untie me, Kiara. Right. Now,” his voice was menacing, and I knew I was going to get it bad when I untied him afterward, but his hands were restrained. I wanted to do nothing but please and worship him.
“Kiara, I—Fuck!” he groaned when I sucked him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick head and relaxing my throat before I took him in little by little. Tears burned in my eyes when his hips arched, and I had to pull away a little to take a deep breath before diving in and taking him inside my mouth again.
I was slow and deliberate in pleasing him because I wanted to edge out his climax as he did to me. I could hear the tug of his hands, trying to remove the bonds from his wrists when I sucked his balls in my mouth, squeezing and slowly massaging his long length. It still surprised me he could fuck me without ever hitting my cervix and hurting me. This made me realize that his thrusts were always angled and precise so I wouldn’t feel anything but pleasure.
My warm puff of breath fanned on his glistening skin as I leaned back and went all-in for him. I wanted this climax to be one of the best for him. I never wanted him to forget this. I wanted him to remember this.
With that intention, I was about to suck him in my mouth when I heard a rustle behind me. I turned around, but it was too late.
“Ethan!”
I squealed when he pulled me closer by dragging my thighs and spanked my ass.
“You fucking tease,” he growled at me as he smacked another cheek and pulled my bare sex closer to his mouth.
I trembled and gasped, clutching his muscular thighs when his wet tongue lapped at my dripping juices. Heat surged at my core and my stomach clenched with anticipation for more. The warmth of his spanks had scorched my pussy, and I writhed when he grazed his teeth on my swollen clitoris.
An evil chuckle poured out of his throat that made me shiver. I didn’t even dare to look at him. He thwacked my ass again and said, “Don’t you worry, Kiara, I will punish you later for teasing me, but right now, I want you to suck my cock while I eat you out. Understood?”
I nodded and hummed.
“Good, sit on my face, Bella,” he whispered.
Biting my lips, I did, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he breathed me in, “My Queen.”
Heat flooded my cheeks hearing his words, and I moaned when his mouth covered my pussy. He remembered. Determined, I licked my lips and took him in my mouth. I licked, kissed, and sucked all along his glorious length while he bit, laved, and sucked at my naked sex.
Both of us were competing, wishing the other would climax first.
Too bad I still wanted to win.
I took a deep breath and sucked his cock in my mouth. I relaxed my throat when he brushed the back and kept going with tears burning in my eyes. I clenched my hands on the sheets and moaned when he rubbed my clitoris, thrusting himself inside me more.
“I am going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he panted, inserting two fingers inside me. I jumped, my muscles clenching them.
I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled back and bobbed my head over him, preparing myself to deep throat him again. This time, tears streamed down my face when he flexed inside my mouth, my orgasm teetering on the edge, his hot, warm mouth sucking on my pleasure nub.
I let go first, coming on his mouth as I trembled above him, my body rocking through the aftershocks when his legs tensed, and he exploded in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed his cum, licking his length clean until he was soft. I sighed and jumped when his tongue poked out to lick me.
“Ethan,” I warned, even though my voice was an inaudible whisper, “I’m sensitive.”
He gave me a lazy smile similar to a cat after licking cream and turned me around to cup my face. His eyes darkened when they landed on my chin and before I could do anything, his thumb swiped on the corner of my lips and brushed it over my bottom lip. Not looking away from him, I licked the glistening bead from his thumb, my inner muscles clenching for more.
“You are trouble,” he whispered, smiling at me with a dazed expression.
I smiled at him when he kissed me softly, his fingers tugging down the lazy bun I had done and running a hand through my hair. I sighed in content when he pulled me closer to his chest, wrapping his arm around me,
“Kiara?”
“Hm?”
“Let’s go on a date tomorrow.”
I stayed silent for a while before I moved to look in his different colored eyes. One date couldn’t hurt, right?
Nodding, I pressed my lips against his. “Yes, we should,” I breathed between our small kisses.
“And that’s how he woke up cuffed to his bed,” Ethan grinned, shaking his head as bubbly laughter poured out of me. I clutched my stomach and tried to control my laughter, but I couldn’t.
Nearby couples eyed us with envy, Ethan’s fingers stroking my hand and watching me grin.
Ethan had just told me the story of Liam having a threesome in Las Vegas and waking up hungover while cuffed to the bed. He had to call Ethan while he was naked, and Ethan had to cover his crotch before he helped him out of the cuffs with a key he found in Liam’s pants from the night before.
“You guys seem a lot closer than before,” I smiled, sipping cold water.
He nodded, smiling to himself, brushing his finger on his glass of water. I had told him to order wine or champagne, but he didn’t want to because I would drink water or soda.
Today seemed like a great day so far. We showered together, had lunch together in my office, then I waited for him at the bleachers like old times. We even dressed together for the date, eyeing each other the whole time with a heated promise of the passionate night between our unsaid words.
I eyed the navy-blue suit, his white shirt, and the golden skin appearing between the unbuttoned top two buttons. I crossed my legs, my satin beige dress tightening around me. Ethan’s eyes trailed down to my chest when the bodice of my dress tightened, showing off my cleavage. I blushed, looking away.
“Do you want to have dessert?” He asked, his fingers entwining mine and squeezing my hand.
Dessert? Sure, I want you.
Clearing my throat, I smiled at him. “We can have ice cream on our way back home?”
“Sounds perfect.”
We walked together after sharing two ice creams. His arm was wrapped around my waist, my nose pressed against his shirt as I breathed in his musky scent.
“I love how you smell,” I commented, the light cool breeze brushing over us.
He gave me an amused look and lightly tugged at the strand of my hair. “Good to know. I love how you always smell like coconut and something . . .” I held my breath when he leaned down to kiss my neck and took a deep breath. “Something exotic.”
The hot whisper of his breath tugged at my belly. Ethan didn’t even need to do anything to turn me on. It wasn’t fair.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” he held my hand and dragged me to a closed shop.
I studied the closed doors and watched Ethan pull out a key from his pocket to open the locked doors. Is he the owner of a shop?
I followed him inside and blinked when he turned on the warm lights, closing the door behind me. The vast space was empty, without any furnishing or carpet. Except for one thing. The walls were framed with paintings.
Tears welled in my eyes, and my heart shuddered loudly as I noticed each painting framed under beautiful light, contrasting each stroke and a swirl of the colors, blending perfectly. My mother, Damini, had painted them.
I found Ethan watching me with a small smile, “They’re all yours if you want them.”
I bit my lip from sobbing as I walked to each of the paintings, smiling and remembering my mother in her
art studio. The scent of linseed oil and oil paint wafted in my nose as the memory of my mother became stark and she was all I could think about. Her calloused fingers from holding a paintbrush for almost half a day, every year. Her long hair, darker than mine, coiled in a bun or braid so they wouldn’t bother her while she painted. Her paint-stained face and hands. Her warm smile and kind eyes.
Pausing at one painting she had done before she married my father, I saw my reflection in the frame. I looked just like her, with sharp features and sad eyes with a tear-stained face. Wiping my tears, I forced myself to calm down.
“How did you find these paintings?” I asked. “They were sold or kept in her studio.”
Ethan stood beside me, his hand holding mine, lacing our fingers together. I noticed how perfectly our hands fit each other. He pressed a kiss on my knuckles, his lips cold.
“I bought them from your father and found the sellers when I knew I could afford them.”
I breathed out, “Why?”
He looked between my eyes and cupped my face, wiping away tears with his thumb. “Because I know how special they are to you.”
They were. I remembered every story behind them because whenever I wasn’t writing or running around as a child, I was with my mom in her art studio, watching her paint and listening to her stories.
Ethan had done this for me.
Love is never complicated, it’s easy and simple. You love him? Yes, Mom. Then tell him.
I held his hands, which cupped my face. I whispered, “Thank you, Ethan.”
There were a million things my mind was opposing, but my heart knew that I wanted him. It was too late. I was falling for him.
Ethan smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue-green eyes gazed at me with adoration. “Anything for you, Bella.”
Seeing Kiara’s gorgeous face crumble at the sight of her mother’s painting stung my heart, but it soothed on its own when I noticed that her tears were happy tears. I rubbed her back when she gazed at the last painting, her amber eyes taking in each stroke and swirl of the paint.
I was captivated by her.
Kiara.
My Kiara.
Fuck, how badly I wanted her to be mine.
I clenched my jaw and tried to control the urge of spilling out how much I wanted her. Not just regarding her body, although I was very much in love with her shape. I wanted her the way I have always wanted her since I watched her apply cherry Chapstick on her first date with that asshole Paul who broke her heart when she was thirteen. I had hated the way she had dressed up for him and wanted to take her for an ice cream date with me instead.
But I knew I couldn’t have her. So, I would rather cherish these brief moments with her and do anything to see that beautiful smile on her lips with a dimple. I would capture these moments in my heart and my mind until the sun turns to dust.
“Ethan.” I looked down at her, her golden-brown eyes glowing. “Thank you.”
I squeezed her waist. “You don’t have to thank me, Bella. It’s getting cold in here.” I turned to see if anyone had installed a heater in here. As the pieces were framed two days ago, there was no decoration or any necessities placed in this small art gallery.
“Are you cold?” I asked and removed my suit coat to drape over her bare arms.
“Not at all,” Kiara said, her tongue wetting her pillowy lips. Her hands tightened on the front of my shirt, “I feel very warm right now.”
“Warm, hmm?” I teased, pulling her closer, my hand sliding down to cup her perfect round ass. Her breasts pressed against my shirt when she arched up to me, her arms winding around my neck.
“Yes,” she breathed, “Can I kiss you?”
I smiled, “Kiss me, Bella.”
Her palms cupped my face. I closed my eyes when her lips pressed against mine. I savored her mouth, her soft fingers brushing tenderly against my cheek. I let a soft growl slip when she captured my bottom lip between her teeth in a slight tease.
I couldn’t help myself when her lips and tongue tasted of chocolate. Her exotic black vanilla and coconut scent intoxicated me. I needed to have her.
Pushing her against the wall, I slammed my lips against hers, devouring her gasp when she wrapped her legs around me. Her heels dug into my lower back.
“Ethan.”
Kiara whimpered softly, her sweet moan urging me to make her moan again and again. My lips traveled to her ear, licking and biting the soft earlobe before pressing a soft kiss on the crook of her neck. Her hands feathered my hair while my hands tugged the hem of her dress to her waist. I pressed my fingers on the wet spot of her thong.
“So fucking wet for me, Kiara,” I groaned, her hips arching for my touch as I rubbed her through the lace.
“Need you,” she panted, her fingers working on the zipper of my pants and stroking my hardened length.
I leaned back to stare at her hazy eyes, her flushed face and rosy lips, “Are you sure?”
Kiara pulled me out, my jaw clenching at the lack of control. “Please,” she whispered, her sultry voice urging me to press her against the wall.
I had said that I would do anything for her, and I had meant it.
Our carnal groans echoed in the art gallery as I took her against the wall before splaying her down on the floor. On my suit. Her legs trembled against my waist, her fingers sinking into my back when I moved as we both tethered off the orgasmic edge.
We both moaned each other’s names when we climaxed together. I stayed buried inside her and lifted my forehead from her chest to have my eyeful of her beautiful post-coital face. Her chocolaty eyes glistened with tears. I wiped them away and hugged her to my chest.
Kiara didn’t move an inch, instead watched me with her bleary eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. The lips I had kissed moments ago. I leaned down and kissed her again.
We ended up sleeping in each other’s arms on the floor of the empty art gallery surrounded by her mother’s paintings.
The next day, I woke up to sunlight streaming over our bodies, the musky scent of our arousal in the air. I ran my hand through her hair as she tried to hide her face on my chest and sleep some more. But it was six in the morning and we both had work to do.
I took sleepy Kiara back to our home and made her shower while I forced myself to get ready without thinking too much about last night. I wanted her more now than ever.
I liked her. I liked my best friend.
Who wanted me to get her pregnant.
“Ethan!” Kiara knocked on the bathroom door, “Open up, I want to talk.”
Shaking my head, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. I licked my lips at the sight of Miss Kiara, the teacher. Fuck me. Her shirt was tight, and I wanted to know what kind of lingerie she was wearing. Especially underneath her tight trousers.
“Am I getting punished, Miss Kiara?” I asked playfully, walking to my wardrobe. When I removed my towel and wore boxers, I heard her take a sharp breath. Looking over my shoulder, I found her cheeks and neck blooming with a pink hue as she looked away, her bottom lip between her lips.
“I, uh, wanted to talk about last night.”
“What about it?” I asked nonchalantly, focusing on zipping up my pants and buttoning my shirt.
“Can we focus on having sex?”
I gave her a deadpanned look. “Then what were we doing last night at the art gallery, Kiara?”
She sighed and crossed her arms, “I like you, Ethan, and I don’t want to complicate things between us.”
She liked me.
Fuck yes!
Clearing my throat, I started knotting a tie and muttered, “As if a baby won’t complicate things between us.”
“It won’t.”
I clenched my jaw, my gaze hard. “Really? Then what will your baby call me? Uncle? Is that how you will introduce me to our child? ‘Meet Uncle Ethan, we had sex to have you.’” I huffed and turned to the mirror, fixing my collar and straightening my tie.
Her hands wrapped around my torso, “Please don’t say that, E. I just need some more time.” She made me look at her, her palm softening a crease of the shirt on my shoulders. “You are more important to me, Ethan.”
“More than making you pregnant?”
“Yes, I care more about you more than having a baby with you,” she smiled up at me, her eyes swirling with emotions. “Where are you going? You never wear a tie.”
“I have a meeting with my sponsors to talk about my endorsement deal. They know I saved Emma so they are letting me off the hook,” I replied and wondered if she realized what she had just said.
A baby with me.
“That’s great news, Ethan!” She grinned, “I hope the meeting goes well.” Her cell phone rang from her room, and she kissed my cheek, wishing me good luck before she left to pick it up.
I chuckled to myself and touched my cheek where her lips had been a moment ago. She said she wanted to have a baby with me. Together.
I might become a dad.
Fuck.
“I think I like her,” I said with a shy smile and twirled the pasta on my plate.
My mothers shared a knowing smile, sitting across from me in the restaurant while Eveline shook her head at me. After the morning meeting, which had gone great, I had a small chat with my agent, Elliot, before I met my family with Liam to have lunch at an Italian restaurant. I had asked him to join me, but he had a date with his wife, and he didn’t want to miss it.
“You have liked her since you were a child, Ethan,” Liam said, “Big deal.”
I kicked his leg under the table.
My mothers agreed with him, taking his side.
“What? Don’t glare at me like that. You were whipped since the day the little Indian princess moved to the apartment next door,” he grinned at me, his grey eyes playful.
“How would you know?” I muttered and looked at my plate when my cheeks heated.
“We told him, of course,” my mom, Lilly, said, “You never once showed any interest in anyone else but her. So, it isn’t a surprise that you like her, Son.”
