by Sophia Gray
He braced himself over her again, but before she had time to worry, he was kissing his way down the side of her neck. His stubble was rough on her skin, but his lips and tongue soothed every scrape and soon she was arching against him. His cock rested on her stomach, trapped between them, and she loved feeling the hard evidence of his arousal.
His head dipped to her breasts, still confined by her bra. She expected him to take it off, but instead, he ran his tongue over the swell of her right breast, dipping just slightly under the bra cup. Then he pushed the cup down and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Amelia nearly arched off of the bed. “Oh, my God!”
She hadn’t had sex before, but she’d had a few close encounters. None of them had ever done this. Ethan’s mouth was relentless, sucking until her nipple was hard and puckered, then nipping the sensitive peak sharply, making her cry out again.
When he finally flicked the front clasp of her bra open, she was writhing under him. “Feeling a little more ready now?” he asked, his interesting, slightly southern accent deeper now.
“Yes!” she said quickly. Her nipples were aching from his rough and delicious attention and she was soaking wet between her legs. She’d never been this ready in her life.
“Too bad,” he said lazily. “I’m not.”
She moaned when moved back up her body, kissing her until her lips were as swollen as her nipples. “Ethan,” she gasped. “Please!”
Her pussy felt empty, aching, and her clit was pulsing with each heartbeat. She’d never been so close to an orgasm without rubbing it before. She desperately wanted to touch it, but she didn’t know if she should.
“Please?” he asked roughly. “Please what, Amelia?”
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said, throwing discretion to the wind. “I’m ready now. I need you!”
Amelia felt him reach down and braced herself to be filled. Instead, he gripped his thick cock and began rubbing her swollen clit with the head. Her own head fell back against the pillows, her hands fisting in the sheets. He was hard as steel, but he was so smooth at the same time. He ran his cock lower, gathering moisture from her entrance, spreading it back up.
Her back arched the second time he did that and the head of his cock was momentarily gloved in her heat. They both froze. Then her hips arched again, gripping the slick head, slowly, slowly, taking him in. Ethan was holding himself still, letting her take him at her own pace. Amelia bit her lip as she felt herself stretch to accommodate those nine inches. It was such an odd feeling, that hard smoothness.
His broad shoulders rose and fell quickly as she worked him inside. She’d only managed a few inches.
“Rub yourself,” he said when she didn’t take any more of him, content just to work her hips on the head and few inches of shaft she’d managed. “That’ll make it easier.”
Amelia hesitantly lowered her hand to her pussy. She’d wished she could have done this earlier, but now she was a little embarrassed. She’d certainly never touched herself in front of anyone before.
“Play with it,” Ethan said. “It’s only fair. You’re killing me, so tease yourself.”
She dipped her hand down to her slit, feeling it stretched wide around his insistent hardness, and gathered some of her own wetness. Then she began to stroke her clit slowly. His cock pulsed inside her at the sight, and she gasped. Her body reacted on its own, her hips jerking up, another inch of him sliding inside. He groaned roughly as she rubbed herself more quickly.
Another inch and she felt a flash of pain. Not a virgin. Not anymore. And it had been her own choice. Abandoning herself to whatever came of this, Amelia arched up, taking the rest of him deep in one movement. It hurt, but not as much as she’d feared. It felt...right.
Ethan reached down and yanked her up, pulling her into his lap without letting himself slide out. Amelia gasped. He was so deep inside her and she could feel every inch.
“God, you’re tight,” Ethan said, his voice warm against her skin as his hand skimmed down between them, pushing hers out of the way and taking over.
He curved his fingers on her hip and teased her eager clit with his thumb, rubbing in circles until she began to move on him again, bouncing on his cock like she’d been born to do it. Amelia felt his free hand tangle in her hair and then he tugged her head back. Not hard enough to be painful, but firm enough to be perfect.
His lips found the hollow of her throat and she moaned. There were almost too many sensations for her to handle. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, then slowly again, drawing out every moment of this.
She loved the way it felt when she rolled her hips, feeling him hit every pleasure point she possessed. His firm jaw was tight and she kissed her way along it, moving languidly, loving how deep he was, how big he was, how he was hers just for this moment.
His free hand moved down and he gripped her ass again. She saw him catch his breath. Struggling not to come? Was she really pleasing him as much as he was pleasing her? The thought sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her and she began to move faster again, letting him slide in and out of wetness, loving how slick he’d become. She was growing closer and closer and she had no idea how to go over the edge with him wedged that deep, or how it would feel if she did. Her body was starting to tremble and his light touches were starting to feel like torture.
“You’ve gotta come for me, baby,” Ethan said, sounding nearly desperate.
“Rub me harder,” she gasped, working herself up and down frantically now. “I’m...I think I’m close!”
Ethan did as she’d asked, rubbing her swollen clit almost roughly and, to her shock, she came at once. She tried to hold back her scream, but coming with him buried deep in the center of her was too good and she cried out again and again. Her pussy spasmed around him, filled for the first time ever. It was amazing, having something for her body to clench around.
As swiftly as he’d pulled her into his lap, he pushed her back down onto the bed, covering her body with his, just as she’d imagined. He braced himself over her and thrust brutally, making her breasts bounce and her breath catch. Her orgasm ramped up all over again and she dug her fingernails into his back, holding on for the ride as she’d promised.
“I can feel you coming,” he said, his voice hardly more than a growl. “Didn’t know you could get tighter. God, Amelia...I’m gonna come now. I’m gonna...” The sentence ended in a groan.
She felt his heat flood through her. She hadn’t known that she’d be able to actually feel him come, but she felt the jets as he muffled a yell against the side of her neck. She arched into them, loving every one. She had given him as much pleasure as he’d given her!
“Goddamn,” Ethan groaned after the bulk of the pleasure had subsided, leaving him able to string a few words together. He started to move, but she held on, keeping him inside her, over her. “Baby, I don’t want to crush you.”
“I like having you over me,” Amelia said.
She wasn’t ready to have to leave, even if she had been sure her legs would hold her. Ethan kissed the side of her neck and she twined her fingers through his hair. It was damp with sweat now, but she didn’t care. She didn’t let him go until his muscles started to shake with the strain of holding himself up.
He collapsed onto his back and closed his eyes with a sigh. “Bathroom’s just down the hall,” he said. “You can get cleaned up if you want.”
So, that was it. Amelia slid out of the bed and went down the hall. It was what she’d expected. No, it was more than that. It was what she’dwanted. People didn’t cuddle after one night stands. But he had felt so good against her. She felt cold without his heat.
She looked at herself in the small mirror over the sink. His stubble had reddened her skin, especially on her neck and chest. Her lips were still swollen from their kisses, and her hair was a wild tangle. She looked like a thoroughly pleasured woman. She wondered if she’d ever look like this again. She didn’t exactly see Anthony as the type to
watch her play with herself while he moved inside her. Her cheeks heated at the memory.
She wished she’d brought her clothes into the bathroom with her, so she could just leave from here. He clearly wanted her gone and she told herself that was what she wanted, too. But she hadn’t been thinking clearly, so she’d have to go back into his bedroom once more. She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and walked back down the hall.
“There you are,” Ethan said, a lazy smile tilting his lips as he caught her around the waist and tugged her down into the sheets with him. “Thought you might have gotten lost.”
Amelia was too surprised to reply. This was so far from what she’d expected that she didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t want her to leave?
Well then, she’d take all she could get. Amelia snuggled against Ethan, her body relaxing once more as she breathed in his scent. He ran his fingers through her tangled hair, smoothing it with each stroke. It was as relaxing as being petted.
“Youare good at a lot of things,” he said and she could hear the smile in his voice.
She was relieved. “You are, too.” She traced one of the tattoos on his arm. “I really do like your artwork.”
“Thanks. I’ve been working on ‘em for about five years now. They’re finally just about what I want.”
“I noticed you have kind of a theme,” she said, propping on one elbow and looking at him. “Bikes, women, and America.”
Ethan laughed. “That’s about it.”
Amelia walked her fingers down his left arm. “Why is this the patriotic side?”
“The other side already had a few crappy bike tattoos on it,” Ethan answered honestly. “I had ‘em covered up as soon as I could,” he went on when she leaned down to squint at his right arm. “And no, I’m not gonna tell you what they were.”
“Are you a soldier?” It struck her as odd to be having this conversationafter she’d given him her virginity, but she was genuinely curious about this man.
“Did a stint in the Army,” he said. “Mechanic. In for a little more than five years. My dad was Army, too, and so was his dad.”
“Is that why you did it?” He didn’t really seem like the type of man who did something just because it was expected of him.
“I did it because it felt right,” he said. “And it was better than hanging around with my thumb up my...better than doing nothing,” he corrected himself, making her giggle.
“It must be nice to know what feels right,” Amelia said wistfully, forgetting herself for a moment. She felt so damn close to him, closer than she’d meant to.
To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and turned her toward him. “You feel pretty damn right to me, Amelia.” He pulled her down for a kiss, taking his time with her mouth, running one hand down her bare back. She gave in to both the kiss and to the desire to curl up beside him and sleep.
# # #
The early morning sun dawned right into Amelia’s face. She put one hand over her eyes, trying to figure out why it was so bright. Her bedroom faced west, so she usually slept much later than this with no problem. Then it hit her. She wasn’t at home.
Ethan was lying on his side and his arm was still around her, resting just under her breasts. He was clearly sound asleep. She eased out of his grip and sat up, wincing slightly. She wasn’t as sore as she’d thought she would be, but she was sore in more places than she’d expected. Sex was quite the workout, it seemed.
Amelia pulled her dress on carefully, trying not to wake him as she stood. Her heart nearly stopped when he rolled over, murmuring low in his throat. Last night had been amazing, but she didn’t nurse any delusions about it. He’d be glad to see her go. No one liked an awkward morning after.
She also wasn’t looking to get cut off by her father. Now that it was over, the reality of how furious her father would be was sinking in. She had to go. No matter how hot Ethan was. Or how right it had felt to have him moving inside her, or holding her afterwards. Her body went hot at the memories, so she shoved them away.
No. No attachments. Even if the thought of leaving was physically painful. He was even more handsome in the early light of day. As she pulled on her shoes, Amelia realized she still didn’t know exactly what color those dark eyes were.
She stood there for a moment, giving in, hoping he’d wake up. He didn’t. She left as quietly as she could.
Chapter 7
Ethan
Ethan woke up feeling more relaxed than he’d felt in weeks. He stretched out his arm for Amelia, but he only found empty sheets beside him. He propped up on one elbow and listened. There was no sound from the bathroom or the kitchen. He frowned, sitting up. Had she gone outside?
He pulled his jeans on and walked through his small house quickly. She wasn’t there. First woman he’d ever brought back to his own place and she’d ditched before breakfast. But why? She’d fallen asleep in his arms and he...hadn’t minded. He’d had a fair amount of sex in his thirty years, but he’d never actually slept with anyone. He’d also never slept as well as he had with her sharing his bed.
He glanced around the kitchen hopefully, but there was no note. He didn’t even know her full name. Just Amelia. How many Amelia’s would there be in the surrounding area? Was he even sure that she was from here? The answer was a depressing no.
Ethan started the coffee maker and walked back to the bedroom, contemplating how little he knew about the woman who had thoroughly rocked his world last night. He didn’t know her last name, didn’t know where she was from, didn’t have any idea why she’d left without saying goodbye...he stopped suddenly, staring at the sheets.
He flicked the top one back. He knew one thing about her now that he hadn’t known before. She’d been a virgin. There wasn’t much blood, but it was enough.
Ethan sat down on the edge of the bed, even more confused. That would explain the determination he’d seen on her face when she’d walked into the bar. It would also explain why she’d taken him so slowly in the beginning, a memory that had him stiffening at the mere recollection. But why?
Why the hell had she picked some seedy biker bar if she was planning to lose her virginity? God knew what kind of person she could have picked up. If he hadn’t been there, would she have gone home with one of the other guys?
Probably not Michael; she’d seemed repulsed by him. But maybe Jimmy or Kenny. Or Ryan. He never had a problem finding a woman. It felt surprisingly like both a near miss and a gift. He’d been the one to take her back to his place. He’d been the one she trusted. It felt like an honor. One he wanted to revisit, if possible.
He rubbed his hand over his chin, feeling his two days’ growth beard and thinking abstractedly that he needed to shave. He’d probably roughed her up a little bit. Kissed her too hard. Fucked her too hard.
He couldn’t regret it, though. And he had a feeling she didn’t either. He might not know why she’d left, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t because she’d hated last night. She’d slept in his arms. She’d smiled at him. They’d talked. Even without him taking her virginity, it had been a different kind of one nighter. Maybe it didn’t even have to be one. Sure, there might be a lot of Amelias, but this was the age of the internet. He could probably find her.
Should he find her, though? Ethan stopped. They were obviously pretty different people. He wasn’t rich. Hell, he wasn’t even middle class.
Maybe what she’d wanted was a night of slumming it. She might have gotten all she’d wanted from him. He turned the idea over in his mind and then shook his head. It didn’t ring true. He’d felt her relief when he’d pulled her back into bed with him. She’d wanted to stay.
So, that was decided. He’d find her and see where it went. With his mind at ease on the subject of Amelia, he pulled out his phone and called Kenny.
“Hey,” he said when his Vice President picked up. “You know that meeting we were supposed to have at the bar?”
“Yeah,” Kenny said, sounding mildly amused.
“Let
’s do that at HQ today. Whatever the guys have got going on, tell ‘em to cancel it. I’m making this one mandatory.” He didn’t do that a lot because he knew the other officers had lives, but they really did need to get a plan in action about State Representative Stratton.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll round up the guys.”
“Thanks,” Ethan said, knowing he could leave it in Kenny’s hands and it would happen. “I’ll see you--”
“Hey, hang on. Who the hell was that girl you left with? She was--”
Ethan discovered that he didn’t want Kenny to finish the sentence. “Her name’s Amelia. See you later.” He hung up, half amused by his own protectiveness, half worried he was falling for a shadow.
# # #
The day at the mechanic’s shop he worked for had been long. He wasn’t even supposed to be there on a Saturday, but there was the usual summer backlog. People wanted to make sure their cars would run as they escaped the desert heat. He couldn’t blame them, but his back was aching and he was sick of the paperwork that came along with supervising the shift. And he still hadn’t been able to get Amelia off his mind, even while he was trying to think of ways to take Stratton down.
