Seeing Noah standing a few feet away watching her, Ethan grins, and decides to send a very ballsy message. Taking the glow stick out of her hands, he squeezes it to find the leak and in a very possessive gesture, uses it as a pen to write his claim “E T H A N S” boldly across her cleavage in neon blue. It’s a very effective way to engage Noah in a full-out pissing match. Olivia laughs, unaware of what’s brewing between the two men.
Noah downs his drink and tosses the empty into a near by recycle bin on his way to the garage, capturing her attention and locking her into a jealous sneer as he passes. What’s that look about? She wonders. He pretends to occupy himself a few feet away and then turning, he forcefully pushes between her and Ethan on the way back to his cooler, bouncing them apart and almost knocking Olivia over. Ethan immediately reacts and reaches out to grab him but Olivia stands in front of him, stopping him. “Ethan, let it go. He’s drunk.” Turning around, she leans her back against him, digging her heals in the dirt to get better leverage. She keeps her eyes on Noah who wanders to the cooler, lifts the lid, and then looks over at her.
“Would you like a drink while I’m here?”
Ethan tries to push forward and Olivia digs her heels in harder, giving everything she has to hold him back. “Sure, whatever’s cold.” She looks up and gives Ethan a look that warns she’ll tolerate no interference from him, before she speaks again. “Actually Noah, why don’t we go into the house and have a talk in private.”
Ethan holds her hips tightly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh in protest. “Not a fucking chance that’s happening.” He growls.
“Ethan, it’s ok.” She assures him.
“Liv, I don’t trust him. I don’t want you anywhere near him tonight, it’s not safe.”
“Funny, I remember him telling me the same thing about you once.” She reminds him in a flippant tone. Ethan’s body is riddled with tension as he spins her around to face him, his expression warning that she had best be careful what she says next.
Her hands grip his flexing biceps and squeeze them. “Ethan, let me handle it. Please.” He looks into her eyes and knows that there is no point in arguing with her. She’ll only fight him on it and do what she wants anyways, so he surrenders. “Fine, but I don’t like it.”Reluctantly he lets her leave. By this time, Scott and several teammates have sauntered over casually and hover just in case there’s trouble.
Noah pulls a bottle out of the cooler and wipes the condensation away before he twists the cap off and hands it to her. As they walk towards the house together Noah turns, giving Ethan a half smile, as he reaches down and holds her hand.
Ethan’s hands form tight fists at his side and he takes a step forward, prompting Scott to step in. “Stay out of it. She can handle herself.“
When they reach the house, Noah holds the door open for her and then follows her in. Raising her drink to her mouth, she takes a large swig and bangs the bottle down on the table and turns to him. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” She yells at him.
Caught off guard, he stands there staring at her in a drunken stupor. Olivia can see Ethan watching them through the window with arms crossed and a very rigid stance. Noah staggers towards her and she side steps him, making him hit the counter with a thud. She grabs him by the shirt and drags him into the living room at the back of the house and out of Ethan’s sight.
“Noah? What the hell is wrong with you? This bull shit between you and Ethan needs to stop.”
“I want you.” His eyes are heavy from the booze and his speech is slow and slurred.
Olivia is shocked. “You want me?” She puts her hand to her forehead. “Now you want me? Are you kidding me right now?”
He licks his lips and lifts his hands to her face. “No, I want you. I want to make love to you just like we talked about.”
“Jesus. Well you can’t have me, Noah!” Her annoyance grows into anger. “We decided that it wasn’t worth ruining our friendship over. Remember?”
“No, it’s ok. I know you love me.” He reaches for her and she slaps at his hand. “Don’t touch me, I’m not kidding.”
“You don’t mean that.” He tries again and she blocks him.
“Oh yes I do mean it! You have some incredible nerve! For years I hung around trying to figure out what I had to do to get you to notice me. I would have done anything for your love and attention. I finally had to come right out and ask you for more. I BEGGED you actually. Every time I tried to make things happen between us you blew me off for some blonde slut with fake tits.”
He looks at her with a pathetic, apologetic look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew about her.” He tries to move closer to her but she steps back. “Olivia, she doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“Noah, just stop it. I know what’s going on. Let’s be completely honest here… you don’t want me… you just don’t want Ethan to have me.”
“I think we should fuck and then deal with whatever happens.” He moves towards her, his body heavy under the influence of alcohol. This time she doesn’t get out of the way fast enough and he pins her against the wall. Wishing that Ethan would give in to his control freak nature and come looking for her, she struggles beneath him, unable to breathe and terrified. She would scream if she could manage to get enough air into her lungs. Instead, she finds adrenaline induced strength.
“NO!” She pushes at him forcing him off and slaps him hard on the face.
He holds his cheek and glares at her. “You’re a cock teaser, you know that?”
“You’re drunk, so I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”
Off balance, Noah takes a step back and turns. Furious, he storms out of the room. Olivia follows, practically running to try to catch up with him.
“Noah… NOAH!” Angrily she pursues him, her heart racing and her hands trembling.
Catching up to him, she grabs his arm as he opens the door. Shrugging his shoulder, he pulls away from her with force. Lurching forward, she trips over the edge of the mat, loses her balance, and then hits the edge of the door. Noah doesn’t look back as the door shuts with a loud slam. The adrenaline consumes her for the next few moments, then her hands stop shaking, her breathing returns to normal and she begins to feel the pain from her swelling, throbbing lip. Heading down the hallway to the bathroom to check it out, she cringes when she gets a look at it in the bathroom mirror.
Ethan watches Noah stumble out of the door and when Olivia doesn’t reappear after a few minutes he heads in to the house to look for her. Locking herself in the bathroom, she tries to figure out how she’s going to explain this to Ethan without him losing his mind. Maybe the swelling will go down and he won’t notice. Suddenly there is knocking at the door. “Olivia?”
Shit! it’s Ethan. What’s she going to do? He’ll completely lose his mind. She’s certain of it. Think quickly. “I’m ok. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She tries to buy herself some time. Her hands still trembling from the adrenaline in her system, she takes her phone out of her pocket to text Scott.
From Olivia: get Noah out of here NOW!
Chapter 17
Ethan bangs heavily on the door again. “Olivia! What’s going on?”
“Nothing, I’m just feeling a little sick. Too many vodka coolers. I think I might head home.“ Her voice sounds strange. Nervous actually, and he picks up on it immediately. “You should go back out and enjoy the rest of the party, Ethan. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Ethan knows that she’s hiding something and becomes agitated. “You’ve only had a few drinks, Olivia.” Panic hits her as she lifts her hand to her lip. Looking in the mirror at the swelling that seems to be getting worse, she tries to pull her hair forward in a failed attempt to cover it. She can hear the thrumming of Ethan’s fingers on the door as he grows more impatient. “Open the door Liv, or I swear I’ll kick it down.” Her lack of immediate response pushes him over the edge. “NOW!” He yells as he turns the knob and tries to force it open.
Olivia jumps.
“OK! Geez, hang on.” Strategically turning off the light, she holds her head down hoping he won’t see the swelling as she unlocks the door and turns the knob. The minute it unlatches he impatiently pushes it open, making her jump back out of the way.
“Why is the light off?” He feels his way up the wall searching for the switch.
“I told you, I’m not feeling well.”
Finding the switch, he flips on the overhead light. “Do I look stupid?” He asks in an indignant manner.
Squinting as her eyes adjust to the light, she keeps her head down and fidgets with her hair, still trying to pull it forward. “Of course not, Ethan.” Way to go girl. Insulting him was probably not a good idea.
Reaching for her chin, he uses his finger to lift it, and then brushes her hair back so he can see her face. When he sees what she’s hiding, his body becomes more rigid than hardened steel and he growls through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna kill him.” Enraged, his mouth presses into a hard line, and his green eyes get dark with fury. Turning, he reaches for the door handle.
“Ethan, NO! He didn’t do this. It was an accident.” Grabbing his arm, she holds him tightly, using the weight of her body to push the door closed so he can’t leave.
“Really? If he didn’t do it then why were you hiding it from me?” His words are sharp and she knows that his temper is on the verge of an angry takeover.
“Because I knew you would overreact, and guess what? YOU ARE OVERREACTING!” Leaning against the door, she effectively blocks his exit.
“Get out of the way!” He commands. His authoritative glare a warning.
“No, I’m not moving.” Her eyes lock with his in a dangerous challenge of power. She needs to buy Scott some time to get Noah out of there. “You can’t leave yet.”
Folding his arms in front of him, he raises his eyebrows. “Oh really, and why would that be?” He widens his stance, his body noticeably twitching with rage.
In an act of desperation, she thinks of the only thing that might deter him. Leaving the door, she seductively moves towards him, reaching his chest and rubbing her hands across its muscular width. “Because I need you… here… right now.” Slowly, she undoes his shirt buttons, starting at the neck. Ethan’s jaw is still tense and his nostrils flare in anger until she presses her mouth to his neck and kisses, ignoring the agony of the swollen tender skin on her lip. Exhaling harshly, his arms unfold and take their place around her waist; the stiffness in his body retreating. With her warm, gentle kisses, and the closeness of her body, his shoulders relax and soften as she undoes the last button and pulls the sides of the shirt open exposing his chest.
“I need to be fucked… right now. It can’t wait.” Her hands massage gently across him, making nerve endings twitch and his muscles tighten as she traces each defined ridge with her finger.
Looking down at her, his expression is somewhere between shocked and amused. “Are you using sex to try and distract me from kicking his ass?” That’s my girl!
Trying to hide the half smile on her face, she lowers her lips to his nipple and covers it with her mouth, nipping the hardened pebble with her teeth and making him take in a quick breath. “Is it working?” She reaches down and steers her hand over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.
“What do you think?” He asks dryly.
Rubbing the palm of her hand over the head of his cock, it swells and becomes harder. On the next upward caress, she traces along the waistband of his pants and runs her finger along the inside, skimming across sensitive nerves and making his muscles tense. When she undoes the button and slowly starts to lower his zipper, he grabs her hand and stops her.
Looking conflicted, he rubs his other hand on the back of his neck. “Don’t go any further.” His voice is stern and she looks up at him confused. “There is no way I’m doing this in the jacks, especially in someone else’s home.”
“The jacks?” She asks curiously.
“The bathroom.” He explains.
“Are you saying NO to sex?” She’s shocked and a little afraid for Noah. She hopes that Scott has taken him home or put him in a cab.
He shakes his head. As if he would ever say no to sex with her. His body is always on autopilot when she’s around. “I’m saying NOT HERE.” He steps forward, towards the adjoining door into the master bedroom and turns it, testing to see if it’s locked. When it opens, Olivia grins.
What started as a distraction has grown into a deep gnawing desire that needs satisfying. She follows him in and closes the door, making sure it’s locked. Ethan checks the door that leads to the hallway and locks it from the inside as well. Olivia fumbles in the darkness, looking for the lamp on the night table. When she finds it and turns the switch Ethan is already by her side, his hands on her hips turning her to face him. “We’ll have to be quick, are you ready?”
“Oh Yeah!” Heat boils at her core and spreads outwards through her veins. Need and desire making her feel an unyielding desperation for his large cock.
Grabbing her shorts, he roughly pulls them down, letting them hit the floor as she pulls her t-shirt over her head and releases her bra. Reaching down, he runs his hand between her legs, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing his fingers over the swollen folds of her sex. He primes her with her own wetness, ensuring she is lubricated enough to take him. Undoing his pants, he strips them down with an alarming urgency. Shoving her back onto the bed he pulls at her panties trying to coax them down. When he hears the sound of the material straining and beginning to tear he abandons his careful efforts and rips them away with a robust tug and tosses them on the bed beside her. The sight of them, torn by his need to get inside her, heightens her arousal and makes her shift her weight, rolling her hips desperately against the finger he has slid inside her. Inspired by her response, he slides in a second finger, making her squirm in delight as he pumps them, slowly in and out.
When he parts her with his thumbs and kneels between her legs, she moans, knowing what’s to come. As his hot, wet tongue slides across the slick folds of sensitive flesh, she grips the edge of the sheets and bends her knees, inviting him in. He licks her with unrestrained passion, the tip of his tongue occasionally dipping inside her in a shallow invasion. She wiggles and thrusts, trying to press him in further but he denies her. Closing his mouth around her clit, he draws in soft and long. The compelling suction over the sensitive knot of nerves makes her leg muscles tremble and her knees draw up towards her chest.
“Ethan, please… we don’t have much time.” She begs. “I need you inside me.”
Breaking away from her, he watches her with an uncontrollable lust as she pushes up onto her forearms and uses her feet to push herself further back on the mattress. Putting his knee on the edge of the bed, he crawls over top of her, licking her skin as he travels towards her heavy, swollen breasts. Her knees widen to accept the width of his hips and he quickly takes his place there. His hard cock weighs heavy on her thigh as he lowers his mouth to surround her sensitive nipple, sucking and licking until she moans. Her chest falls heavy with each exhaled breath, feeling the weight of his body completely pinning her to the bed. Dragging his lips heavily along her neck, he growls in that low raspy ‘hurry up and fuck me before I explode’ Irish accent. “Hold on, baby. It’s going to be fast and hard.”
Arching his back, he adjusts his positions and then lowers his hips, the wide crown of his cock sliding directly into her with astounding precision. She draws in a deep breath as he begins to pump himself in and out in a vigorous rhythm. His forearms press on either side of her head, his face only inches away from hers. His lips part to assist his short panting breaths, hot and humid against her skin and she feels the pressure building inside her like a storm already. Holding himself back, he refrains from entering her all the way, knowing that it will finish him if he does. Instead he concentrates on her comfort… her pleasure. Adjusting his angle, he finds the spot inside her that aches for him and makes her moan when she lifts her hips to meet his thrus
ts. Feeling the pleasure beginning to ripple inside her, he’s pleased at how quickly he got her there. His need to release overcomes him and he finally pushes himself all the way to her limit and holds himself there, feeling her cervix against the engorged head of his cock, before withdrawing almost completely. She protests, clawing at his back in an effort to pull him back inside her.
He can’t steady himself any longer. His words are breathless, desperate. “Olivia I’m going to come.” When he slides all the way back in, he hits her throbbing clit with the pressure she needs to set her off. “Oh! Oh my God!” Growling, she tries to muffle the sound of her voice as she becomes completely unraveled, her orgasm ripping through her body making her shake. Ethan’s hips roll forward, pushing him into her one last time. Feeling her quivering sex around his cock, he hardens and lengthens inside her, pushing out burst after burst of hot semen. He grunts, as his body twitches one last time, ensuring that he has completely emptied himself inside her, and then falls spent beside her, his lungs looking for air.
“Holy shit.” Olivia whispers.
Ethan chuckles. Their basking moments are interrupted by voices in the hallway causing Olivia to jump to her feet and search for her clothes. Quickly she does up her bra and tugs her t-shirt over her head. She picks up her panties forgetting about their misfortune and looks over at Ethan with a scowl.
“What?” He asks, pulling up his pants. She holds them up by what little is left of them.
“What am I going to do with these?”
He laughs as he buttons up his shirt. “Don’t leave them here. I can’t imagine poor Pete trying to explain them to his wife.”
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