“Was he under the impression you were dating in the 1920’s?”
I can’t picture Red with a guy like that. I’m surprised she didn’t castrate him. She laughs and pulls me back down into another kiss.
Abby
Ethan’s tongue explores my mouth languidly, like he has all of the time in the world to spend here with me. A warmness spreads through my chest at the tenderness of his lips against mine. I hadn’t expected a guy like Ethan to be so gentle. It makes the contrast to Justin even more pronounced. I don’t know why I’d been nervous for Ethan to see my tattoo. Who cares if he doesn’t like it? That was the whole point of it in the first place.
“I’m thinking about getting a tattoo,” I told Justin excitedly. I don’t know why I thought he would be turned on by the idea.
“Are you stupid?” He asked cruelly.
I winced at his words.
“Your looks are the only thing you have going for you, why the fuck would you want to fuck that up with some ink that’ll just make you look like a cheap hooker?”
“That’s not true, I’m smart.” I don’t know why I bothered to defend myself. Stupid move. He backhanded me across the face. My face stung but I tried not to let it show.
“If you’re so smart then why don’t you ever know when to shut up? There’s only one thing a woman's open mouth is good for.”
There was an evil glint in his eye as he unzipped his pants. I cringed, I knew what was coming next.
Ethan
“Stop,” She gasps out suddenly.
I pull back quickly and wait for her to say more. She just lays there staring at me for a few beats, fear shinning in her green eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask cautiously.
She bites her lip and gazes up at me nervously. She’s breathing rapidly and her skin looks suddenly pale. My heart stops and all I want to do is pull her into my arms and hold her until she feels safe and happy.
“No, I just got nervous that you might not stop if I wanted you to,” She admits.
My heart stops for a fraction of a second and I feel like a complete dick. I’ve done a lot of shitty things to women in my life but never did I think any of them felt like I was forcing them to do anything.
“Abby,” I whisper her name and back up a little, afraid to touch her in a way that she may not want. “Did I give you some reason to think I would force you to do anything?”
“No, Ethan, it’s not you,” She assures me quickly.
She bites her lip again and I suddenly wonder about the ‘bad’ relationship she alluded to before. She already told me that he forced her to do some things. But, did he take it all the way? A sick feeling settles in my stomach because the truth is written all over her beautiful face.
“I’ve actually never wanted to have sex before, it’s never been my choice,” She confirms my fear.
“He raped you?” I rasp out quietly, afraid of the anger coursing through me.
How could someone hurt her?
“No,” She snaps defensively.
Now I’m fucking confused.
“I mean, maybe...I guess...I don’t know it wasn’t something that I wanted, but I also didn’t always say ‘no’.” She fumbles over an explanation.
“But sometimes you said ‘no’?” I try to clarify.
“The first time I said ‘no’. I begged him to stop. He didn’t stop. Every time after that I knew he wouldn’t stop even if I asked so I just kind of closed my eyes and waited for him to finish. It’s my fault for staying with him. I could’ve broken up with him but I didn’t. I deserved it.”
“I’m sorry to tell you sweetheart, but that’s rape,” I inform her cautiously.
Her gaze is unfocused as she looks past me. I can tell that she’s somewhere else in her mind.
“And, as for it being your fault, that is absolute bullshit. I don’t give a fuck if he’s your boyfriend, husband, next door neighbor, or fucking God himself no one has a right to touch you if you don’t want it.”
“I want to have sex with you,” She finally says.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I mean it. Even if you change your mind right in the middle of it you can tell me and I’ll stop,” I promise her as I take her face between my hands.
My heart aches with a need to keep her safe and make her feel only good things. I hate that he forced himself on her. I hate that she ever felt helpless.
“You call the shots here. Got it Red?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” She says playfully.
I lower my mouth to hers again. I run my tongue along hers more tentatively this time, afraid to push too far or make her feel uncomfortable. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me against her mouth firmly. Her lips are hungry and commanding. She doesn’t seem to be second guessing herself anymore. I finally return to my exploration of her body as I lick and nip my way down her neck. She moans against my mouth and writhes under me.
As I reach her soaked folds I can’t keep myself from devouring her. I thrust my tongue inside of her, trying to taste every inch. She moans and grinds against my mouth. That is so fucking hot. Every little moan she lets out goes straight to my dick. I slip two fingers inside of her. My memory didn’t even do it justice. She’s so unbelievably tight and wet I can hardly think straight. I suck her clit between my teeth gently and she arches her back off of the bed. I’m going to make her come and then, if she’s not ready for anything else, I’ll just hold her until she falls asleep. I won’t push her. No matter how many times I’ll have to jerk off after this.
“Ethan, that feels amazing,” She gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair to keep my in place. Ha, yeah like I was going to fucking go somewhere. I’ve got a front row seat to the only show I want to see right now. I curve my fingers slightly so that I’m hitting her g-spot and stroke her until she's screaming my name and clenching around my fingers.
"That's my girl,” I say coaxing every last moment from her. I take my fingers out and lick them off. I could drown in the taste of her.
“Ethan, please don’t stop yet. I want to feel you inside of me.”
My cock throbs as she begs. Like she should ever have to beg. If anything I should be begging her for the right to touch her magnificent body.
“Are you absolutely sure, Red?” I ask skeptically.
“Yes,” She nods frantically, yanking my shirt over my head.
“We don’t have to though. You don’t owe me anything,” I reiterate.
“Ethan, please. I want this,” Her eyes meet mine and she holds my gaze, making sure that I see the certainty in her emerald eyes.
“If you change your mind you tell me right away,” I instruct her sternly before I reach into my pocket for a condom.
I pull out the package and unzip my pants. Her eyes widen as she sees my cock, begging to be inside of her.
“Can I put it on you?” She asks with a mixture of innocence and seductiveness. It’s perfect, as always.
I hand her the package and lay down on the bed next to her. She runs a hand over my chest and down my stomach tortuously. As she reaches my cock she wraps her fingers around it cautiously, looking up at me as though she wants instructions.
“Sweetheart, if you plan to have me inside of you then you shouldn’t tease me too long,” I moan as she slowly starts to stroke me with a steady, firm rhythm. Finally, she tears the condom open with her teeth and slowly rolls it on. And, then she looks to me again like she’s waiting for instructions.
“Do you want to be on top?” I offer.
“No, I trust you.”
Her words mean more to me than she could possibly know. How can she trust any man after what she’s been through?
I grab her around her waist and flip her onto her back. I position myself between her legs just so I can feel her wetness against my tip.
“Are you sure?” I ask once more, marveling at my self-control.
“Yes,” She gasps mercifully.
I slowly st
art to push inside of her, feeling her expand with every inch. I know it’s been a long time for her, I don’t want to hurt her. I want everything about this to be perfect for her. I move inch after torturous inch until I’m all of the way inside of her. She is so fucking wet and tight I can’t help but groan with pleasure as I feel her tense around me slightly.
“Are you okay?” I manage to ask, searching her face for any sign that she isn’t enjoying this.
“Yes,” She moans as she arches her hips up to meet me.
It takes all of my self-control to hold still inside of her until I can be sure that she’s ok.
“Ethan,” She gasps, wrapping a leg around my waist and thrusting onto my cock. “Please.”
Her plea snaps my self-control and I begin to pound into her. She meets every thrust enthusiastically. Abby bites her lip and moans my name over and over again. She threads her fingers into my hair and pulls my lips down to meet hers. My god this girl is a fucking goddess. I want to spend every second of the rest of my life worshipping her. That thought nearly stops me in my tracks. She writhes underneath me as I slow my pace, distracted momentarily by my thoughts.
“Please, Ethan,” She cries out again.
I move my hand between us and use my thumb to stroke her sensitive nub as I drive my cock inside of her over and over. I want to claim her as my own. Forever.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I whisper bringing her lips back to mine.
I feel her tighten around me, her orgasm impending. I angle her hips so that I can get deeper inside of her, thrusting harder. She starts to tremble and the most beautiful blush spreads over her skin as she cries out in ecstasy. Pleasure sparks in every nerve ending and then shoots through me as I pound my own release into her.
Afterwards we collapse in a sweaty panting mess.
“That was...wow,” She gasps out, trying to catch her breath.
“I agree,” I kiss her forehead gently and then pull her towards me.
A horrible thought occurs to me that she may not want me to stay. I’ve never wanted to stay with a woman after sex before. In fact, usually I’m out of there before she knows what happened. But, I want to stay. Actually, I think I’m going to be fucking devastated if Abby tells me to leave.
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” She asks cautiously.
I feel her nestle close and lay her head against my chest. My heart beats out a stuttered rhythm at her proximity.
“I’ll stay all night if you want me to,” I assure her.
I want to stay all night. And, I want to bring her breakfast in bed in the morning. Then I want to make her scream my name over and over again tomorrow.
“Is that what you usually do?” I almost want to laugh at this question. There is no ‘usually’ when it comes to Abby.
“No. In fact, I’ve never stayed the night with anyone. Because, then she might get the wrong idea that I want more than just one night with her,” I explain. “Spending the night usually sends a message that the encounter means something to you, beyond just sex.”
“And you’re saying you want to stay the night with me?” She asks carefully.
“Yeah Red, I do.”
“Okay,” She says simply.
She reaches under her bed and pulls out her stash box. She takes a pre-rolled joint and her lighter and passes them to me. Abby lays her head against my chest as nothing but silence and smoke fill the air.
It only takes a few minutes for her to start snoring quietly. Even her snoring is damn adorable. I’ve got it bad for this girl in every possible way. The crazy part is I don’t even mind.
“I think I'm in love with you,” I whisper quietly before kissing her forehead one more time and falling asleep myself.
A sharp kick to the shin pulls me from my restful sleep. It takes a minute for me to realize where I am. Then I see Abby in the bed beside me sleeping fitfully, murmuring in her sleep and flailing her legs. I pull her towards me and put one leg over hers to hold her still. I caress her hair gently.
“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s just a dream,” I whisper.
After a few minutes she settles back into a normal sleep. I can’t help but wonder what she was dreaming. And, I can’t help but hope that she doesn’t bolt in the morning again like she did the last time I slept in her bed.
Chapter 18
Abby
Ethan looks so relaxed and peaceful asleep in the bed beside me. I allow my gaze to wander over his body. His chest and abs are so defined, and he has a dark happy trail. I suddenly can’t stop myself from imagining my tongue running along it. The idea usually makes me want to gag but right now I feel a warmth between my thighs at the image.
I stop trying to fight it or question myself, and lean forward to gently run my fingers down his stomach. Goose bumps erupt and he shifts forward, toward my touch, still asleep. His hardened bulge is obvious through his boxers. The fact that he’s asleep and I’m completely in control lets me explore his body without fear or anxiety. I palm his erection and rub it slowly. He lets out a soft moan and slowly opens his eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful,” His voice is husky and thick with lust.
My core aches, remembering last night. Ethan really knows his way around a woman, that’s for sure. Justin didn’t know a damn thing about pleasing a woman. I didn’t have any idea sex could be like that. I get what the trampy blonde was saying now about Ethan ruining her for other men. Ethan will forever be my yardstick for pleasure.
I push him onto his back and inch down so I’m eye level with his chest. I flick his nipple with my tongue and he gasps and grips the sheets in his fists. I continue my journey downwards, finally licking his happy trail like I’d been imagining a few minutes ago. He tastes like man and I swear I could lick him all day long. I tug his shorts down and greet his manhood. He’s hard as steel as I run my tongue from base to tip.
“Fuuuuuck,” Ethan gasps out and clenches the bed sheets tightly in his fists. I’m soaking wet and dying for him. But, I also want to do this. I need to do this. I wrap my lips around his head and take him deep into my mouth.
“Abby, god you’re fucking amazing,” Ethan wraps his fingers in my hair but doesn’t hold or force my head. In fact, I actually feel in control of this situation. I feel like I own him in this moment. The throbbing between my thighs intensifies at the rush of power. I move my free hand down into my wetness as I continue a rhythmic motion with my mouth.
“Holy shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice is strained and rough. “Yeah baby, keep going, I want you to come with me.”
I push two fingers inside of myself and grind against them. His cock grows firmer in my mouth and I know he’s close. I moan at the thought and start to feel my own climax build. I move my mouth faster around him as I start to clench around my fingers.
“Abby!” He cries out as he begins to pulse into my mouth. I come hard at the same time.
I collapse on the bed next to him and snuggle into his chest.
“Abby...that was... I mean...fuck...wow,” He mutters trying to catch his breath.
“Wow, you can’t even form full sentences, it must’ve been good.”
I plant a soft kiss in the center of his chest. He tilts my head up so that I’m looking into his eyes. His eyes are steel blue and serious. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to process the emotions I’m feeling.
“Thank you,” He whispers.
My heart squeezes unevenly at his sincere words.
“Well, I enjoyed it myself.”
His eyes flash with lust now and I feel him hardening against my stomach.
“That is so hot.”
“Maybe I should think about getting that vibrator after all. I could use it the next time I suck your dick,” I tempt, biting my lip just thinking of how good that would feel.
“You’re killing me baby,” He claims my lips hungrily.
I moan into his mouth already aching for a round two.
“Abby, listen,” Lee bursts into my
bedroom chattering cheerfully. “Oh my god my retinas are burning,” She shrieks as she sees our state of undress.
I can’t help but laugh as Lee stands in my doorway covering her eyes.
“I hope you learned a valuable lesson about knocking before entering my room,” I laugh and grab my shirt off of the floor and pull it over my head.
“It’s not a problem anyway because I’m going to be permanently blind,” Lee gripes. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to a party tonight.”
“Sure,” I say as I finish dressing. “You can open your eyes now, we’re decent.”
“Ethan, you coming too?” I can see the other questions she’s burning to ask. She’s doing the hard stare at Ethan like she’s trying to communicate telepathically.
“Yeah, I’ll come.”
“Okay...well...as you were.” She backs out of the room awkwardly.
“What’s your favorite breakfast food?” Ethan asks.
“French toast.”
“Alright, French toast coming up.”
“Ethan, wait…” He stops and faces me. “Look, last night was amazing.”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming. Please don’t say ‘but’,” Ethan gives me a pouty face.
“No ‘but’, I just want you to know that I’m not going to turn into a clingy girl who suddenly thinks we’re dating or something. So, we’re not attached, if you meet a girl tonight give me a heads up so I don’t walk in on you guys over at your place.”
My stomach clenches and I want to take the words back. Why the hell did I say that? I don’t want him touching some skank. But, there I go again adding a few more bricks to the Great Wall of China I’ve built around myself.
“Red…” He starts to respond but then stops and shakes his head. He places a kiss on the tip of my nose and turns to head to the kitchen.
Chapter 19
Abby
Both of the Hodge siblings are quiet in the car on the way to the party. I’m not sure what Ethan’s pouting about but I think Lee's sullenness has to do with whomever she was arguing with on the phone earlier, my guess would be Nikki.
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