by Meghyn King
“Pull it,” she whispered, staring hungrily up at him. “Tug at my hair.”
He did just that, tugging just enough to make her scalp burn. “Suck my cock.”
She moaned, wrapping her lips around the head of his erection. The sweet taste of his skin and the bitterness of the fluid beading at the tip assaulted her tongue as she made work of it. Her fist curled around the base of his cock as she licked, sucked, and slurped at the hard flesh in her mouth. She teased him, flicking her tongue at his slit, then traced the veins along the ridge while massaging his heavy balls with her spare hand.
He groaned above her, his toes curling against the hardwood floor. The tugging on her hair grew rougher but wasn’t hard enough to hurt—not that she minded a little pain.
“Nngh. Fuck yes.”
Scarlett groaned around his cock, bobbing her head up and down. She slurped around him, the noises sounding filthy in the otherwise quiet room.
“Touch yourself,” he growled low and deep. “Fuck yourself while you’re sucking my cock.”
Scarlett’s pussy clenched at the thought, and she popped his cock out of her mouth to grin. “Would you like that? Watching me fuck myself while I suck your cock.”
He tugged her hair hard enough to jerk her head back. “Hell yes.”
She bit her lip to stop the yearning mewl from escaping, and leaned back on her legs so he could get a good view of between her thighs. She began by cupping her breasts, squeezing them between her fingers, before running her palms down her body, the touch leaving a tickling sensation behind. Anticipation hummed at her core, her pussy already wet, begging for its fair share of attention. Her fingers trailed over her hips and headed toward the center of her body.
Ethan’s lustful eyes observed her vividly, his own hand now wrapped around his cock and tugging gently.
“Like this?” she purred as her fingers traveled over the mound of her pussy and toward her clit.
“Fuck yes.” His hand’s slow and steady pace picked up speed.
“No. Stop touching yourself. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Her words made him release his cock, but his gaze never left her hand, which had now found her clit. She flicked it with a finger, hissing at the rush of pleasure that shot up her spine. The pads of her fingers rubbed it gently and her hole clenched. “Ethan. Fuck, yes.”
“Put your fingers in your pussy,” he demanded, his voice even raspier than before.
“Like this?” She dipped the tip of her finger in briefly, before pulling it out and then pushing it in fully. “Oh God. It feels so good.” She added another two, slowly fucking herself with her fingers.
Ethan took a step forward and tapped the head of his cock against her lips. “Open up.”
She complied, opening her mouth so he could start to fuck her there. He began with shallow jabs, just enough to get half his length into her mouth before pulling back and pushing in again. He swiped her hair to the side, and Scarlett glanced up at him, showing all the hunger she felt for him in her gaze. God, she wanted him so badly it hurt, and her fingers did little to please her, not when she could have his hot, thick cock inside her pussy instead of her mouth.
She jabbed her fingers inside of her with the same speed as he fucked her mouth; when his pace grew faster, so did her fingers. She knew when he was on the edge because his hips faltered and the raspy groans from his lips became louder, but she didn’t want him to come in her mouth, she needed him inside of her.
Scarlett pulled away, ignoring his disappointed huff, and stood. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, and her juices pooled between the lips of her pussy. “I want you to fuck me. Come inside of me.”
“How do you want it?” he rumbled out, chest heaving.
She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on the sofa. “Over there.”
He kicked off his sweatpants and shoved his shirt over his head, pitching them across the room, before he grabbed her arm and gently guided her toward the sofa. Folding her over the back, he nudged her knees apart. “Just let me get a condom.”
She grabbed him before he could walk away. “Ethan, I trust you’re clean.”
“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”
She snorted. “I know, but you’re the kind of guy who plays by the rules. Me? I am too. I’ve never let a man fuck me raw, but you’re you. And I’m on birth control.”
Ethan nodded, pressing a hand to the middle of her back so she stayed curled over the sofa. She waited, and when she felt the familiar press of his cock against her pussy, she bit her lip at the anticipation. The cock shoved past any slight hint of resistance, and she moaned like a wanton whore as his thick cock speared her, the sudden stretch and fullness making her feel like she was going to fall apart. Without a condom she could feel every bump and vein on his erection, and the intense stretch set alight a burn inside her that she reveled in.
He plastered himself along her back, his chest pressing into her firmly until he was balls deep inside of her. He grasped her chin and turned her head, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She whimpered into his mouth as his tongue dominated hers. He felt so good inside her, against her, and she craved more. So much more.
“Fuck me,” she whined against his lips. “Please, fuck me until I’m able to feel you all day tomorrow.”
“You’re so tight, Scarlett. So damn tight.” He grunted, and gripped her hips tightly, his fingernails digging into the grooves there. Straightening his body until he was standing again, he began to fuck into her. His cock dragged out slowly, sliding along the walls of her pussy and stimulating the nerves there, before thrusting back in roughly, his balls slapping against her with each powerful thrust. With each lunge inside, her pussy swallowed him up, the sound of her squelching excitement filling the room, alongside their increasing moans of lust and need.
The sofa groaned beneath the force of their fucking, and Scarlett held on to it with one hand, trying to keep her balance, while the other curled under her body and worked on her clit. She rubbed at it furiously, her fingernail scraping at the sensitive nub as his cock claimed her hole.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Ethan’s rough voice sliced through the room and his thrusting grew erratic.
Scarlett’s pussy squeezed around him as a knot built at the base of her spine. Lust consumed her; she was so close, her juices flooding his rock-hard erection. She bit down on her fist to stop herself from screaming out her pleasure. All she needed was a little more…. Yes. There. She was there. Her fingers worked furiously at her clit and she shrieked as she came, her fist unable to stifle the loud moaning and cursing that slipped from between her lips.
Her knees shook beneath her weight and gave out from under her. If Ethan and the sofa hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Ethan wasn’t far behind her. His hold on her tightened, leaving crescent-shaped marks in her vulnerable skin as he blanketed her back again and stilled, his body trembling, panting heavily in her ear as his cum painted her insides with its heat.
Sweat clung to them both, and she felt a shiver rack Ethan’s body as his hips jerked against her.
“You okay?” She cocked her head toward him, a wave of contentedness rolling through her.
He groaned into her shoulder, his lips pressed against her heated skin. “Christ. I think so.” His voice shook, and it sounded oddly hazy.
Scarlett chuckled and reached behind to pat his thigh. “Can you move?”
He mumbled, but his cock slipped out of her as he took a step back.
She straightened, her back protesting the movement with a loud crack.
“Shit. Are you all right?”
She waved away his concern. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Facing him, she reached between her legs, where cum slipped from her pussy and dripped onto the polished floors. She grimaced. “Sorry.”
A groan made her glance at him.
Ethan stared between her legs a
nd then at the drops of his cum on the floor. His eyes darkened, and if he wasn’t so obviously spent from just having come, she was sure his cock would try and rise again.
“See something you like?” She raised an eyebrow.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He enfolded her in his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. “I would devour you if I could.”
“You already do.” She lay a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Your cock is amazing.”
“Ah, I see how it is. It ain’t the man, but the cock, right?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “The cock makes the man.”
Ethan snorted. “Well, do you want to come with the cock—and the man—for a shower?”
“Lead the way.” She winked at him.
He led her down a somewhat lengthy hallway to the last door on the left. The bathroom was spacious, with his-and-hers washbasins and a large glass-enclosed shower. As they entered, Ethan grabbed two towels from beneath the basins and sat them on top, before he stepped into the shower, holding his hand out for Scarlett.
She took it and stepped in as he fiddled with the faucets. The showerhead gushed to life, spraying warm water over their quickly cooling bodies. Scarlett groaned under the pressure of the water and moved closer to Ethan to get more of the spray. Her muscles ached, and the warmth soothed them.
Ethan shifted behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, dragging her back against his chest. They stood contentedly under the spray together.
Scarlett rested her head on his shoulder, reveling in the feel of his strong body behind hers. He felt so good, slotting against her body as though they were two matching pieces of a puzzle. How long had she yearned for this as a teen? To have Ethan in her arms had been a fantasy of hers, and now that it was happening, it felt surreal. She had only planned to fuck him, but now here she was standing in the shower with him, enjoying the closeness of their embrace.
Ethan grabbed a washcloth, and they spent almost half an hour washing the residue of their fucking off each other’s bodies. He took extra-special care of her, cleaning every inch of her body thoroughly, and even going so far as to massage her shoulders and back when she winced as she reached up to push her wet hair from her face. Her limbs felt like jelly by the time he was done, and he surprised her by lifting her easily and carrying her tired and satisfied body into the bedroom.
She was already half asleep by the time he laid her down on the mattress, but she was conscious enough to notice the huge-ass, king-sized bed underneath her, with what looked like the door to a big walk-in wardrobe off to one side. The last thing she was sure she muttered was something about wanting to live in that wardrobe, before she fell into the darkness that was sleep.
Scarlett woke up from the best sleep she’d had in ages. Her body was sore in all the right places, but her mind was rested. Ethan slept on beside her, his body curled beneath the thick blankets. Sometime during the night, she must have wriggled her way out from under them. She’d never liked sleeping beneath anything, that feeling of being trapped.
She decided to leave him to his sleep and grabbed one of his T-shirts lying around, slipping it on before making her way back to his kitchen. After raiding his fridge and cupboards, she brewed up a pot of coffee in a machine that, once again, looked far too expensive for a cop’s salary.
The smell of freshly ground coffee steeping must have drifted beyond the kitchen and woken Ethan, because by the time it was done and poured, he’d stumbled out of the bedroom in an adorable half daze. Automatically, he reached for the mug Scarlett handed him and took a sip, moaning in delight.
“Coffee is my drug,” he mumbled. He was wearing a pair of loose pajama pants that accentuated the V-shape in his abdomen.
She licked her lips. She wanted to trace that with her tongue one day. “Sex is mine.”
He glanced at her over the top of his mug, his smile partially visible behind the boring white ceramic.
“The adrenaline or the release?”
She shrugged. “Both.”
They headed to the table and she took the seat opposite him. She sipped at her coffee and moaned. Yep, she could see why it was his drug. Scarlett wasn’t a big coffee drinker, generally preferring hot cocoa, but there really was something addicting about the caffeine hit. And she drank it when there was nothing else.
“What are your plans for today?” he asked.
She hummed. “Mom is making some calls to the bakers, venues, and hairstylists for Shy’s wedding. I might tag along with her, just to make sure she doesn’t strangle anyone. This is her first wedding out of her two daughter’s, so she’s excited.”
Ethan shook his head. “Weddings are so much hassle. I saw Sofia when she got married. It was like being faced with a team of the biggest, meanest football players in the country. She let out a war cry and everyone scurried out of her way.”
Scarlett laughed. Not even Sofia’s name could kill her coffee and postsex buzz. “I’m not surprised that Sofia was like that, although I didn’t know she was married.”
His smile dropped off his face and he scowled at the table. “She was. Divorced now.”
She knew when not to push a sore topic, so quickly changed it. “What about you? Do you have work?”
He nodded. “All week. I have the weekend off, though. It doesn’t happen often, but I’m just lucky that I get the whole weekend of the Strawberry Festival off this year.”
Scarlett groaned. She’d forgotten it was this weekend. Exactly a week away, which meant there was only a week and a half until Shiloh’s wedding. “Don’t remind me.”
“You’re going, right?”
“Maybe.” But they both knew there was no maybe about it. Everyone in Ponchatoula went to the festival for at least one of the three days it was on.
“I’ll see you there.” He stared at her with a look she couldn’t decipher.
“You will.” She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
“Yeah. I should head for a shower.” He grinned wickedly at her. “Want to join me for a quickie?”
How could Scarlett say no to that?
For the next four days, they followed a routine. Scarlett would bring Ethan his favorite sandwich, they’d eat it at the park on his lunch break, and then they’d meet up at his house in the evenings. Some nights they’d have two or three rounds of sex, but there was one night where all they did was cuddle in bed before falling asleep, both having had big days, and the late nights of rigorous, red-hot monkey sex catching up with them. She didn’t know why she even had a hotel room anymore, because she hadn’t slept in it once since the first night she’d stayed over, and most days she was either at Shy’s house, or running around town with her mom.
Each day that passed, it grew more surreal for Scarlett, and as she once again stood in the kitchen making a pot of coffee, she wondered what had changed during the short number of days she’d been back in her hometown. Ethan had done things other men hadn’t. He’d penetrated her walls, and made her break rules that she promised herself she wouldn’t break.
Scarlett stared down at the mug in her hand. They’d bought it yesterday at a little antique shop near the station that they stopped into on the way back from lunch. It’d caught Scarlett’s eye immediately and she couldn’t resist buying it for Ethan. On it was a rooster, with the words “I have a big cock” printed in bold, black letters. As soon as he saw it, he threw his head back and laughed, and they both walked out of the store giggling like a pair of ten-year-olds.
She snorted and took a sip of coffee. When she heard a door open and close, she grinned and glanced down the hallway, but to her surprise, the bedroom door hadn’t opened.
Something clattered behind her, and Scarlett spun around. Her mouth parted in shock. Sofia stood behind her, near the sofa that Scarlett and Ethan had fucked on a few days before. Her handbag lay on the floor, some of its contents scattered around where she’d dropped it. She stared at Scarlett,
her eyes scanning Scarlett’s half-naked form. This morning, she was once again wearing one of Ethan’s T-shirts, but she’d been lucky to enough to have slipped on a sexy pair of fuchsia knickers this time, although they left little to the imagination.
“Scarlett?” Sofia slapped a hand over her mouth. “What are you doing here?”
The bedroom door opened, and Ethan stumbled out like he did every morning, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Why do you leave the bed so damn early?” he grumbled, then paused when he saw Sofia, his eyes widening comically. “What are you doing here?”
Sofia laughed, but it wasn’t in amusement, a thread of acid leaking through in her tone. “What am I doing here? What is she doing here? Are you two fucking?”
Scarlett could not handle this—not now, not ever. She held up her hands, shoving her way past Ethan and heading toward the bedroom, grabbing her clothes quickly once she was inside. She could hear Sofia and Ethan arguing down the hallway but couldn’t make out what was being said. By the time Ethan came barreling into the bedroom, she was shoving her arms into her shirtsleeves and grabbing her bag.
“Scarlett, don’t leave. Listen to me—”
She shook her head. “I need to go.”
“Scarlett, please. Listen to me.”
“No. Ethan, don’t you get it? This was nothing more than sex. We were just fucking.”
He grasped her arm as she went to storm past him. “That’s bullshit, Scar. It’s more than that. Don’t walk out. Just let me handle Sofia. Please.”
She cocked her head toward him, eyes narrowed. “Release my arm or I’ll make you regret it.”
He freed her arm immediately, hurt flickering across his face.
Scarlett wasn’t going to let it affect her, though. She should have seen this coming. They were getting too close, too quickly, and she had broken rules that she promised herself she’d never break. All for Ethan Antonelli. She’d pushed the truth away, pretending that he wasn’t Sofia’s brother, but Sofia had now burst that bubble. Reality slipped in when she least expected it and she couldn’t deal with the ensuing drama. Not with Sofia.
