At Thei rCommand

by Scarlett Sanderson

  Jesus. Had she been blind?

  She needed to squash her doubts. Ethan wanted her. His intense physical reaction was obvious. Time for her to admit what she craved.

  “I need…”

  “What do you need?”

  His hands skimmed her waist. He cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples through her sweater. A short burst of pain, followed by pleasure. Need shot from her breasts to her pussy and pulsed with a heavy ache.

  A line had finally been crossed. She should be terrified. What if he only wanted her for one night? What if it was purely sexual frustration? What if he fucked her and she wanted more?

  He pressed his lips against her collarbone and all rational thought flew. She let out a breathy moan.

  “Let me love you, Hope. Please.” He nibbled her neck, drawing the skin between his teeth and gently tugging. The bittersweet caress electrified her body.

  “Yes…” How could she deny him?

  “That’s my cue to leave.”

  Opening her eyes, she looked at Dominic. Heat flamed her cheeks. She’d gotten carried away by Ethan. Her reactions in front of another man embarrassed her.

  What a slut.

  His blue eyes shone with something she couldn’t identify. Not disgust. Lust? Desire? Longing? Whatever it was, it curled her toes.

  “Stay.”

  Dominic shook his head and rose from the chair. He pulled on his jacket. “Not this time.”

  Some deep, dark part of her was disappointed.

  “Goodnight.”

  With Dominic gone there was no safety net. Sex with Ethan awaited. Despite the consequences, she had to leap.

  She turned in his arms and searched his expression for any signs of doubt. Dark eyes burned into hers. He blinked and thick lashes rested on his cheek for a brief second. She adored his eyelashes—long and feminine. On his chiseled face, they took away some of the raw masculinity and added to his beauty.

  “Please, Hope, let me love you.” He dropped his forehead, rested it against hers. “Let me taste you on my tongue. I’ve waited so long. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Her sex clenched. She slid her hand up his back, stroked his shoulder before wrapping her palm around the nape of his neck. How could she deny such an erotic request?

  “Ethan.” She answered his plea by dragging his lips down to meet hers. Opening to him, she slid her tongue against his, gently at first then with more force. His arms banded around her waist, pulled her forward so his body was flush against hers. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach as their tongues danced.

  He tasted of red wine, musk and pure male. She inhaled, imprinting his taste and scent onto her memory.

  Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she drew him closer, reveling in the broadness of his chest. She wanted to strip him naked and lick her way across the expanse of muscle she knew lay beneath his clothing.

  Moaning into his mouth, she rubbed her nipples against his chest. The puckered buds stiffened as friction crossed the pleasure-pain barrier.

  He ripped his mouth from hers.

  “I can’t wait. I need to taste you.” He thumbed the button on her jeans and dragged down the zipper.

  He pushed at the denim and she helped by wiggling her hips. The jeans pooled at her feet. Holding onto Ethan for support, she stepped out of them, pulling off her winter socks.

  “Lift up your arms.”

  She did as he commanded. Fisting handfuls of her sweater, he jerked the material over her head and threw it across the kitchen. He unhooked her bra and removed it, adding it to the pile of clothes. He palmed her breasts, kneaded the soft flesh. He pushed the mounds together, jiggled them. When he plucked her nipples, she threw back her head and let out a long, low groan.

  Every tweak, every twist, echoed in her sex. Her clit throbbed. She was getting wetter by the minute and it was all his fault.

  “You have beautiful tits. Soft, full. I just want to slide my cock between them and come all over you.”

  An image of his thick cock sliding between her tits sent a jolt of electricity through her. Her pussy answered with a rush of cream. She blushed.

  She’d dreamed of this. Of him. The reality was much more intense. Her need for him was almost overwhelming.

  “But not yet. I have to fucking taste you, Hope. I have to.”

  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her onto the counter. Her ass cheeks hit the granite with a heavy thump. In the morning she’d have a bruise, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man standing between her thighs, looking at her with such need it made her ache.

  Consequences be damned.

  He dropped to his knees and pushed open her thighs. Reaching out, he drew one fingertip lightly up and down her panty-covered slit.

  “Beautiful.”

  She whimpered, wishing he’d slide one of his thick fingers inside her, wishing he’d brush her clit with his knuckle.

  He slid her cotton panties down her legs and stroked her skin to skin. Her sex bloomed, opened for him.

  Hope flushed. Ethan stared at her exposed pussy as if it were the finest dinner he’d eaten.

  Leaning forward, he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. She jerked. The featherlight touch set her nerves on the edge of pleasure. He rubbed his finger in her moisture and lifted it to show her.

  “You’re creaming for me, baby. Look how wet you are. All because of me.”

  A shiver of desire ran down her spine. Could you die from unsated lust?

  His gaze locked on hers, he drew the fingertip into his mouth and sucked. She watched, mesmerized.

  A low groan growled from his chest.

  “You fucking taste amazing.” He offered his finger to her. “Here, taste.”

  She’d never tasted herself before. Swirling her tongue around his fingertip, she savored the musky, acidic flavor.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, Hope. Think you can handle that?”

  His coarse words made her whimper. He wasn’t treating her like some delicate flower to be protected. His dark eyes, heavy with lust, bored into hers. He was just as affected as she was.

  She clenched her thighs, hoping to ease some of the pulsing ache. She needed to come. Desperately.

  “I think if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to die.”

  He chuckled. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  He pressed his open mouth against her pussy and began feasting. He licked her clit over and over. Light, teasing flicks of his tongue followed by long, slow licks. His teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh, dragging the tiny nub into his mouth and sucking.

  “Oh, god!” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tightened her thighs around his neck, pulling him closer.

  His growl vibrated in her sex. She was so close to the edge, so close to coming in his mouth.

  Over and over, he licked. She ground her clit against his nose, rubbing harder and faster.

  Almost there. Almost there. She chanted the mantra in her head.

  Her body tightened, her stomach clenched.

  Yes…

  Ethan pulled away and stood. His face glistened with her juice. She blinked, shot him a quizzical look and moaned as he licked the moisture from his lips.

  Pure, unadulterated need pounded through her body.

  Why the fuck had he stopped?

  Ethan raked his gaze over the woman laid bare before him. Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed with desire, chest heaving, pussy creaming because of him.

  His cock twitched. His balls tightened with the need to be inside her.

  He wanted her, every inch of her. He wanted to mark her with his cum. After years of longing for something he thought he couldn’t have, the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

  His erection throbbed. He hadn’t been this hard in…well…ever.

  “I need to be inside you, Hope. I need to feel you come on my cock.”

  She looked him directly in the eyes and nodded. “Yes, please fuck me.”

 
; He nearly dropped to his knees. How long had he waited to hear those words? Too fucking long.

  He pulled his sweater over his head. He heard Hope’s breathy intake and resisted a smile. Nice to know he wasn’t the only one in awe.

  Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny foil packet. He pushed the condom into her hand and curled her fingers around it. He wouldn’t risk getting her pregnant. It was his job to protect her, not knock her up.

  He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, dragging them down along with his underwear.

  Standing up straight, he watched her eyes roam greedily over his body. When they reached his cock, he fisted his shaft and pumped. Her eyes widened, her lips parted and her legs clenched.

  She was beautiful, like some kind of curvy siren with a mass of tawny hair trailing behind her.

  “Do you want this inside you, baby? Tell me you want my cock.”

  She licked her lips. Her neck worked as she swallowed. “I want your cock, Ethan.”

  The husky way she said his name drove him wild. Many women had screamed his name in pleasure, but never like this.

  Lifting her off the counter, he carried her into the den. Her slick pussy rubbed against his cock. Every movement brushed the head along her clit, teasing them both. He needed to be inside her, now.

  Setting her on her feet, he lay back on the couch. He took the foil packet from her hand and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled the rubber down his shaft and watched her eyes glaze over.

  Once again taking his cock in hand, he began stroking, reveling in her lusty reaction. She shifted and slid her hand over her cunt, stroking her clit.

  She was unashamed of her naked body, something he loved. Women usually tried to cover themselves, but not Hope. Either she was comfortable in his presence or she was too turned on to care.

  “Ride me, Hope. Take me inside your wet cunt and ride me. Use me. Come on me.”

  Hope swallowed. Her swanlike neck gracefully moving. Was she nervous?

  He couldn’t have that.

  “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, to feel your skin against mine. Don’t make me wait much longer, baby. Please, Hope.”

  Since when did he beg for sex? Never. Hope was different. Special.

  She’d always been different and now he had a chance to show her how much she meant to him.

  She stepped forward.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  He stopped stroking his cock and rested his hands on her hips. He drew her down so she straddled him. He could feel her heat. Her soft curls caressed his shaft. Her juices, sticky on his legs.

  His cock sat between them. He looked down. Pre-cum leaked from the angry, purple head.

  Jesus Christ, let me have enough control.

  Her sweet, lush body was driving him insane. He could nail a hammer with his cock but what he really wanted to do was nail her.

  “Ride me.” He took the lead. Gripping her hips, he lifted her. His cock stood to attention, ramrod straight.

  Atta boy.

  She rested her delicate hands on his shoulders and slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

  As her slick pussy engulfed him inch by agonizing inch, he groaned.

  Heaven. He had died and gone to fucking heaven.

  Her walls clenched around his shaft, drawing him in, holding him in a velvet, viselike grip.

  “Fuck. You are so fucking tight.”

  And she was. He prayed he had enough control to keep from coming. He’d been waiting too long to waste it.

  Clutching his shoulders, Hope breathed in and out. His cock stretched her, filled her to capacity. Her womb clenched. Her walls pulsated, drawing him in farther, preparing to milk him.

  “Oh, god.”

  His cock was a thing of beauty. Long, thick with a fat, bulbous head.

  She wanted to be on her knees and have him push his shaft past her lips. She wanted to taste him on her tongue.

  There would be time later for that.

  Right now he was moving inside her, slow, languid thrusts. His cock rubbed against her G-spot and she let out a low moan.

  “So deep. I can feel you so deep inside me.” Her fingers flexed on his shoulders. Sliding her hands lower, she smiled as his muscles bunched beneath her touch.

  She looked down and her mouth watered at the sight of his tattoos. She loved his ink, a hint of the bad boy in the now respectable businessman.

  “I love your tats. Such a bad boy.”

  His cock twitched. She felt him swell. He rubbed her sweet spot and she gasped.

  To hell with this. She was done waiting.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” She chanted the words, lost herself in the eroticism of being filled.

  Ethan moved her hips up and down.

  Needing no further encouragement, she smoothed her hands over his abs, anchoring her weight, and rode his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Building her rhythm, she moved faster and faster. His cock slammed into her harder and deeper, brushing her G-spot.

  No one had found her G-spot before. None of her other lovers had a cock like him. No one compared to Ethan.

  Her nails dug into his flesh. He’d have marks in the morning. That thought made her smile. Ethan St. Claire marked by her. It made her feel powerful, feral.

  Tilting her head forward, she surrounded Ethan’s face with her hair.

  He groaned, fisted a hand in her locks and tugged. “Kiss me.”

  She did, attacking his lips with a hunger she didn’t know she possessed. Tongues dueled as she fucked his cock. Her body hurled toward release. Her nerves strung tighter. Her nipples rasped against his chest. Her clit mashed against his pelvis.

  “That’s it, Hope. Come for me. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  An intense tingling crept low in her stomach, sliding lower and lower until eventually it exploded.

  She clenched her thighs and leaned her head back. Closing her eyes, she rode the wave of pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her, her walls clamping him like a vise. He roared and she felt him stiffen, swell.

  Breathing in, she released her death grip on his shoulders. She looked at the man beneath her. His dark eyes sparkled with lust.

  She smiled. He reached up and stroked her cheek.

  “That was worth waiting eighteen years for.”

  Hope chuckled. She couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Three

  Ethan’s fingertips traced a soft pattern on her back and she resisted the urge to purr like a satisfied cat. They’d finally made it to her bed. They collapsed after another round of mind-blowing, exhausting sex.

  Hope smiled and snuggled closer to his chest. She pressed her lips to his nipple. The sex was amazing, better than she’d imagined. She felt happy and sated.

  He stroked her hair. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m thinking, why the hell did we wait so long?”

  Laughing, he squeezed her shoulder. “Because back then, we weren’t ready.”

  “Are we now?”

  Were they? Could this, whatever it was, work out between them?

  “Yes.” His determined tone sent a slither of pleasure down her spine. Her heart swelled.

  She propped her chin on his chest and looked at him. Flashing him a wicked smile, she said, “You know, I had so many secret fantasies about you.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. The corners of his lips curved into a lascivious smile. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Like what?”

  She shrugged, trying to pick one of the thousands. Finally she settled on one. “Like that you’d take me for a ride on your bike. We’d stop somewhere secluded. You’d strip off your shirt.”

  Tracing a fingertip around his nipples, she bit her lip and batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. “You were always shirtless in my fantasies. You’d declare your need for my body and bend me over the saddle. You’d pull my hair and spank me before sliding your cock inside me and fucking me doggy style.”


  Hope laughed. She clenched her thighs and slid her body against his. “That was a big one. I spent many nights touching myself over that one.”

  She felt his muscles flex, his cock harden. Obviously the thought of her touching herself turned him on.

  “Any other deep, dark fantasies? Any recent ones?”

  She splayed her fingers on his chest, drawing circles on the golden skin. She rubbed her foot up and down his calf.

  Should she tell him about her desire for two men? Her fantasy of having him and Dominic together? Two cocks, twice the pleasure.

  She chewed her lip.

  No. She couldn’t tell him. Not after they’d just had sex. Their relationship was too fragile to risk.

  Although open-minded, he might be pissed off to know she sometimes fantasized about his best friend.

  “Come on, Hope. This is me. You can tell me anything.”

  That was true. They’d always been close and shared most things. Except dark sexual fantasies.

  She shrugged. “There isn’t anything to tell.”

  “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to punish you.”

  Her sex clenched. “That could be interesting.”

  She yelped as he sat up and dragged her body over his lap. Her pussy creamed. Her clit swelled, throbbed. He manhandled her like a rag doll, arranging her into a kneeling position, her ass sticking in the air. Vulnerable and exposed, she was so wet.

  “It’s not supposed to be interesting. It’s supposed to be punishment.” His gruff tone excited her.

  His palm cracked against the right cheek of her ass. The sharp sting took her breath away. She inhaled, held her breath. Her ass burned. It hadn’t been gentle. He’d given her a full-on, hardcore slap.

  Her skin felt hot. Her nipples tightened. She exhaled, riding the pain. Who knew spanking would make her this hot?

  “Tell me, Hope. Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

  “No.” She wasn’t sure if her reluctance was due to embarrassment or defiance. She wanted him to strike her again. Harder.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  Every time his hand connected with her ass, she jerked forward and whimpered. Her juices ran down her thighs, coating the skin with stickiness.

  “Tell me.”

  Crack. Crack. Crack. Her ass was on fire. Ethan drove a hard bargain.