The Complete Irreparable Boxed Set: Irreparable #1-2

by Sam Mariano

  “Mm hmm,” she murmured back, her fingers delving through his hair, the other hand resting on his back, holding his body close to hers.

  He hoped to hell she was sure. Stopping in the hotel room had been hard, and he wasn’t eager to do that again.

  "I want to ask you something that may sound kind of weird," Willow said.

  Ethan pulled back to look at her, but she wasn’t looking in his eyes, focusing instead on his chest.

  "Okay?"

  "I want you to—to fuck me really hard, okay?"

  His cock stirred, but Ethan still had the presence of mind to hesitate. "I mean, it's your first time, so I should probably... go easy on you, you know? Your body isn't going to—"

  "I'll listen to my body," she interrupted. "That's what I want. If I can't handle it and I change my mind, I'll tell you. I trust you to stop and change gears."

  He swallowed, studying her, but she still wouldn't look at him. Feeling uneasy about the whole situation, Ethan said, "I don't think this is a good idea, Willow. This isn't how your first time should be...."

  Ignoring his concerns, her hand drifted down his chest, over his stomach, and she lightly rubbed between his legs. “I’m gonna need a better reason than that,” she murmured.

  “You should be with someone else,” he said roughly. “Someone younger, someone better.”

  “I assure you I’m old enough to decide for myself who I’m interested in,” she replied, running her fingers lightly down his chest, the other hand still between his legs. “But thanks for your concern.”

  “I’m not right for you,” he told her.

  He wasn’t wrong. She just didn’t care.

  “I don’t want to be with anyone else,” she stated.

  For a moment, he looked like he was going to argue, but then his hand was searching behind her back for the zipper, and Willow rolled over, giving him better access. A bit more slowly than she expected, he tugged the zipper down her back, over the curve of her ass, all the way to the bottom, his fingers surprising her as he used his other hand to lightly trail his fingers up and down the backs of her thighs.

  Since she was on her stomach and he was behind her, she couldn’t see him, but when his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, she spread her legs slightly, and took a rapid breath when he slid a finger inside of her. She was already wet, so he met with no resistance, and even though she had wanted to be able to see him the whole time, it didn’t seem to bother her that she couldn’t.

  The bed creaked as he moved onto it, keeping the hand between her legs and crawling closer.

  “What do you like?” he asked, using his free hand to brush her long hair across the shoulder opposite the side he was on.

  “I don’t know,” she said shyly—even if it seemed a little silly to be shy when he had a finger inside of her and she was lying pretty much naked on her bed beside him.

  “Did you like when I ate your pussy?”

  Inhaling sharply in surprise, she chuckled a bit weakly and felt her face turning red. She hadn’t expected him to mention it—and she expected to be excited by hearing him say it even less.

  “Hmm?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you like me to do that again?”

  Biting down on her lip, she momentarily debated. That was a hard no, but it wasn’t her end goal for the night. Allowing just a hint of her dissatisfaction to come through—playfully, of course—she glanced at him and responded wryly, “No, I want you to fuck me, not just get me off.”

  “Who says we can’t do both?” he replied, lifting an eyebrow.

  “Apparently you.” She lifted her own eyebrows.

  He gave her a dry glare and pushed a second finger inside of her. Then, leaning in and placing a little kiss on her shoulder, he gave her a devilish grin. “I promise to fuck you as thoroughly as you want me to.”

  With that proclamation, he withdrew his fingers from between her legs and rolled her over, peeling the dress off the bed and tossing it in the floor.

  She pushed herself up with one arm and lifted an eyebrow. “You’re wearing an awful lot of clothes for someone who’s about to fuck me.”

  He grinned, not needing further encouragement, and tugged his sweater over his head. Another damn undershirt, but he made quick work of removing that as well, then he was just in his jeans. He didn’t take those off though. Instead, he got off the bed and said, “If at any point you don’t like what I’m doing, even a little, just tell me so, okay?”

  Willow bobbed her head. “I will.”

  He began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and Willow pushed herself up into a sitting position, a bit uncertain, a touch self-conscious.

  Her mind started to drift backwards as she considered him looking at her naked, since it was hardly the first time, but she hit the brakes and forced herself to stay in the present.

  Once undressed, Ethan took a step closer to the edge of the bed, but didn’t climb back on it. Instead he leaned forward, reaching a hand out to Willow.

  Climbing to her knees, she inched closer to the edge of the bed until she was leaning against his body for support. Her arms wound naturally around his neck and she smiled as his hands came to rest on her waist.

  Ethan pulled back a little, his gaze roaming down over her naked body, his mouth slowly curving up in an appreciative smile.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

  Glowing a bit, she met his eyes playfully. “I wouldn’t kick you out of bed, either.”

  He rolled his eyes with a grin, pulling her close again so that she was pressed up against his hard body. “Stop, I’m blushing,” he teased.

  She opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off with a kiss. It was gentle at first, comfortable and sweet, but as soon as she felt herself relaxing against him and he noticed her pliancy, the kiss grew in ferocity—became rougher, more demanding. Quick and hot, not letting her catch her breath as his hands roamed over her body, setting her skin on fire everywhere that he touched her. When he kissed her like that, she felt almost woozy with pleasure. She’d never felt that way when anyone else kissed her.

  Her body strained to get closer to him, but they were already skin-to-skin—it wasn’t enough. She felt feverish, her hands drifting over his powerful shoulders, squeezing, then running up and down his muscular back.

  “I want you,” she murmured when he finally broke the kiss, her head falling languidly to the side so his lips had no trouble finding her neck.

  His fingers dug into her hips and excitement coursed through her body—it was confirmation enough that he felt the same way.

  His hands left her hips and she felt momentarily abandoned—but then his strong hands were framing her face, and he was looking at her so tenderly that she nearly melted into a puddle, right there on her bed.

  He really needed to not do that.

  Her heart felt vaguely achy as he leaned in and kissed her again, that time gentler, but somehow just as intoxicating.

  Please don’t make me fall in love with you, she thought, for the first time really wondering if she was making a huge mistake.

  It was too late though, she knew that. The magic he worked on her with only his mouth made her dizzy, and the curiosity of what it could be like between them—like this—was too tempting to resist.

  Her pulse was skittering, and she felt drunk—it had nothing to do with the glass of wine she had with dinner and everything to do with the man kissing her literally senseless. When one of his hands dropped from her face and lightly trailed up the inside of her thigh, she sighed into the kiss, the muscles between her legs tensing in anticipation. Instead of delving between her legs, he teased her, coming close and then stopping and drifting down the other leg. It was pure torture—he was driving her crazy.

  The bastard knew it, too. He smiled into the kiss, and just for that, she bit his lip. At that, he growled and gave her what she wanted, plunging a finger between her legs… but it wasn’t enough. It felt like he was still teasi
ng her. She wanted more. She wanted him.

  “You know, if you’re game, we can skip the foreplay,” she told him.

  “Mm, eager for me, are you?”

  Reaching down between his legs, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and said, “I don’t think I’m alone there.”

  Ethan offered a strained smile and reached down to guide her hand away. “All right, let me grab a condom.”

  Pointing directly to her right, she said, “Nightstand.”

  Lifting an eyebrow, he said, “Damn, you came prepared.”

  Giving him a little wink, she inched backward so she didn’t fall off the bed when he took a step closer to the nightstand, grabbing one of the colorful foil packets.

  Tossing a glance back at her, he said, “I think you might be overestimating my stamina though—six condoms?”

  “There were different kinds, I didn’t know which ones you liked,” she said with a shrug. “Not like I could text you and ask.”

  “I bet you got some funny looks at the checkout,” he remarked, ripping open the packet and discarding it on the nightstand as he used his other hand to roll the condom down over himself.

  “It was a young guy, he was basically as red as a fire engine the whole time he rung me out.”

  Smirking as he approached the bed, Ethan remarked, “I bet he was pretty jealous.”

  “Of the army of men I was clearly planning on banging? Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes jokingly.

  Narrowing his eyes as he reached out and tugged her legs straight, he grasped her just above the ankles and pulled her down until her ass was near the edge of the bed. “You won’t be thinking about your army of boyfriends tonight, I promise you that.”

  It shouldn’t please her so much to poke at his possessive side—especially since he shouldn’t even have one where she was concerned, but maybe that was why it thrilled her.

  Not that they were lacking in forbidden elements in their relationship, she acknowledged dryly.

  Then he pulled her legs open and stepped forward, and all remnants of humor fled her mind, replaced momentarily with a sort of final panic. It was about to happen, and her heart was suddenly pounding, her chest tightening.

  Ethan paused. Her sudden apprehension must have shown on her face, because his touch gentled, the hands on her ankles moved up her legs to her thighs, and then he knelt down and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, just above the kneecap. Then, slowly, still touching her with just the tips of his fingers, he trailed the kisses up the inside of her thigh, and the good tension in her lower abdomen began to build again. His tongue darted out, just barely touching her skin and she gasped, bracing her hands on the bed.

  “You like that?” he asked warmly, his velvety voice further soothing her nerves.

  “Yes,” she said on a sigh.

  After making his way up every inch of the inside of her thigh, his face was finally between her legs, and she could feel the pulsing there, simultaneously wanting another taste of that pleasure she had felt in the hotel room, and wanting him to stop and bury himself inside of her.

  “I’m ready,” she told him.

  “You sure?”

  She nodded, and he must have believed her because he straightened, then he reached for her hips, lifting them off the bed and pulling her closer to his arousal.

  It was impossible not to tense, even if she wanted him all the way down to her core, and then she felt the tip of him push just inside of her and she took a deep breath, fisting her hands at her sides.

  Ethan was watching her face, but the apprehension must have looked less like horror that time because he didn’t stop. With one of his thumbs, he lightly rubbed her hip, almost reassuringly.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you,” he told her, pushing just another inch.

  Willow couldn’t help smiling a little at that. “Could’ve fooled me.”

  Ethan managed a smile, but it looked strained. Then, without further ado, he pushed forward, pushing his whole length inside of her.

  It felt almost like relief to Willow. He stayed like that for a moment, letting her body (and maybe her mind) adjust to the invasion.

  It was only uncomfortable for a few seconds, then she began to relax, and the fullness inside of her felt less like an invasion, because it was welcome.

  After half a minute passed, Willow nodded to let him know she was good.

  Still gripping her by the hips, he slowly pulled out of her, then he pushed back in, and the passage went much smoother that time—still tight, but not uncomfortable.

  He made a hissing sound as he surged forward the third time, and the look of pleasure on his face fed her pleasure.

  “I want you to kiss me,” she said.

  He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Then he nodded, pulling out again, and telling her to move to a different spot on the bed.

  After he finished repositioning them, he was on the bed with Willow straddling him. At first she wasn’t sure about the position, but as she lowered herself onto his cock and she saw the tension on his face, she realized she felt more powerful in that position—and she didn’t hate it.

  Lifting herself slowly up and down the length of him, not only did it feel really damn good for her, but Ethan finally seemed to be feeling some of her earlier frustration. When she continued the movement but leaned in to kiss him, his mouth crushed against hers hungrily and fire shot through her veins. He didn’t normally seem to be as intensely affected by their kisses, but that time he was—his hands were everywhere, on her breasts, running down her sides, digging into her hips, nearly scoring her back with his nails, but he caught himself before he did and it became a tender caress. Coupled with kissing her like his life depended on it, that fed her own appetite and she sped up, desperate for more friction, wanting everything to be harder and faster, as frantic as the feelings twisting up inside of her.

  After a few minutes he stopped her, flipping her onto her back and thrusting inside of her as soon as he could get between her legs. She moaned, closing her eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his whole length inside of her. Then he was pulling out again, establishing a rhythm, but he quickly abandoned it in favor of faster and harder thrusts. Finally he was fucking her so hard, fingers digging into the sides of her thighs, that the bed was moving in time with his thrusts. The pressure inside of her was unbearable, and she wanted to beg for more, but just for the sake of begging—he was already giving her what she was craving.

  “Harder, Ethan,” she all but growled, raking her nails down his back.

  He threw his head back, closing his eyes and uttering a strained, “Oh, fuck me.”

  Willow grinned, feeling a little satisfied with herself, but then somehow he picked up the pace and took her harder, and the feeling that she was about to lose her mind intensified—but the promise of going over the brink was so goddamn delicious, she didn’t even care.

  And then she felt it, her muscles convulsing around his cock as her head fell back and she cried out loudly, ecstasy exploding in every one of her nerve endings.

  Her body trembled as she went limp. He was still moving between her legs, and she tried to muster the strength to contribute, but before she had to, his body went rigid and he released a groan, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could and reaching his own climax.

  At least she remembered to flex her muscles a bit, and he groaned again, a jagged little groan, moving inside of her just slightly.

  Then he collapsed on top of her, as spent as she was, and she smiled dazedly, wrapping her arms around him, loving everything about the moment—his weight against her, the feeling of him still inside of her, and the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and peace that seemed to envelop her.

  Everything was perfect, at least for that moment.

  Closing her eyes, she wished that perfect moment could go on forever.

  Ethan must have nodded off for a few minutes. When he woke up, he was momentaril
y surprised to find a naked woman in his arms.

  Willow tilted her head back to look at him and she smiled faintly. “There you are. I wasn’t going to let you sleep much longer.”

  “Sorry. How long was I out?”

  “Not long, maybe ten minutes.”

  Oh good. No hurry then.

  He sighed, wrapping both arms around her and lightly squeezing her. She happily squeezed him right back, tenderly brushing her lips across his chest.

  “That was nice,” she informed him.

  “Yes, it was,” he agreed, tucking a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. “Very nice.”

  Leaving several more kisses across his chest, she paused when she got to a nipple, then she took it between her teeth and bit down.

  Growling a little, Ethan tugged her up closer to his face. “If you keep that up, I’m going to want an encore performance.”

  She grinned at him, resting her arms on his chest, then resting her chin on her arms and looked up at him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. We have a lot of condoms, so….”

  Ethan shook his head, but smiled indulgently. “You…I don’t know what to make of you, I swear.”

  “You know, we could take a shower before you have to go. We might even be able to squeeze in that encore round,” she suggested.

  Sighing, he replied, “You would tease me with shower sex.”

  “Nope, not teasing. Totally willing to follow through.” She pointed to the door past her dresser. “Shower’s right in there, I’m ready when you are.”

  Lightly brushing his thumb across her cheek, he said, “As much as I love you for offering—” He stopped, realizing what he said. “I meant—”

  “I know what you meant,” she interrupted. “Proceed.”

  “I can’t go home with wet hair, smelling like soap or shampoo that we don’t use.”

  “Ah,” she said, nodding a little. “I hadn’t considered that.” Then she shrugged, moving off of his chest and curling up in the crook of his arm. “Oh well, I offered.”

  “Sorry,” he murmured.