by Tia Lewis
"You know it's getting late..." he purred, nibbling lightly on my ear once more as I felt a small shudder escape my body. "Why don't we get some sleep? You don't have to sleep on the couch."
I knew exactly what he meant as I allowed his fingers to tease my body. I turned and looked at the direction of Lisa's room. What if she hears us? What if she was still awake? I thought to myself. I was unsure despite the growing need within me, and the slight trickle of wetted desire already starting. The temptation was there, and I wanted to test it, but was unsure if I should.
Almost as if he was sensing my apprehension, Ethan leaned to whisper once more, and I could feel the muzzle of his goatee against my face which only helped to sway my decision more from a "maybe" to a "yes."
"She won't know. She sleeps like a log. Trust me."
I continued to bite my lip. However, another bite from Ethan against my ear finally convinced me. I let out a slight moan and nodded in agreement.
"Alright. Let's get some sleep."
Ethan rose up from the dining room chair and took my hand. His other hand moved up to shush me, only heightening the mischief I felt, like what we were doing wasn't condoned. I giggled like a schoolgirl as if I was trying to sneak out of my parents' home. The thrill was now of being caught, whereas before it was being dominated at The Twisted Sanctuary.
Ethan led me past the living room, weaving our way through the furniture that was there.
“Are you okay?"
“Yes, I'm fine," I replied back as I clung to his body from behind. I felt the anticipation as we walked down the hallway to his bedroom. A thought occurred to me with a smirk as I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu overtake me. This seemed very familiar, like the first time when I met Ethan, feeling much like scared prey being led off to a gilded cage. Only this time, instead of the haze of a fog machine, the pelting of LED red lights dancing all along the walls, the vibration of music, and the delightful squeals of orgasms from the Cave of Pain and Pleasure, it was his home which I preferred much more.
Quickly, he led me into his bedroom. There was a king-size bed with black bedding and pillows piled on top, giving the bedding the vision of sensual comfort. A dresser, and a desk with a laptop and overhead lights were located on the opposite end of the room. I noticed the room was immaculately clean as I inhaled deeply. I could smell his intoxicating woodsy cologne that lingered in his room.
“Make yourself comfortable," Ethan said.
“Yes, sir."
Ethan closed and locked the door behind me, and a shiver went down my spine. My body was tingling, and I was certain my panties were entirely soaked now with anticipation. He walked toward his bed, casually taking off his shirt with a sigh. Then he followed through with the removal of his belt, pulling it off and tossing it on the bed.
“I might need that later," he teased as he pulled down his pants revealing his boxer briefs, which revealed his erect eight-inch cock.
I couldn't help myself but stare at his thick manhood as he walked toward me a few moments later. He was now completely naked, and I licked my lips waiting for what would happen next. Abruptly, he grabbed my chin and pressed his lips against mine. We passionately kissed. Our tongues entwined, and all that I could hear were my hushed moans and my breathless intakes of air. My legs trembled, and I felt the need to remove my own clothing, too.
“Mmm," I moaned.
“I could kiss you all day," Ethan licked his lips.
A few moments later, I got undressed, which included removing my sweater that revealed my black lacy bra underneath. I felt my nipples peak against the lace both in excitement, and the coolness of the room. Goosebumps prickled against my skin as I tossed the sweater aside, joining the other articles of clothing on the floor.
Ethan kissed me more, allowing our tongues to explore one another. He grabbed my hand, and I tiptoed over to his bed and fell onto the bedding.
I was his now.
“What do you want to do to me?"
“Are you sure you want to ask me that question?" Ethan wickedly chuckled.
Before I knew it, I was laying on the bed on my back, with my legs raised up, and wrapped around his muscular body. My ankles locked together to keep him there, my arms up and around his shoulders as he pressed down on me. It was an odd position that I forgot existed. One of deep affection and mutual desire. Typically at that point, Ethan took command and used me as a toy. I'd have to beg, plead, and follow his every whim. Sometimes, I would have to crawl on my knees waving my hips from side to side to entice him to enter my pussy from behind. Sometimes, I was blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. Other times, I'd have my arms bound into leather or rope and hoisted above my head or made to dance for his pleasure, and his cock.
But here, we were in a simple embrace. I could feel the heat of both Ethan's cock and his face. His breathed deep into the nape of my neck, covering me in his warm exhales as I felt the shaft of his throbbing dick rubbing enticingly back and forth against the lips of my pussy.
“You're such a good girl, Princess,"
“Yes," I moaned. My pussy trembled, anticipating his entrance as he held his hands around my shoulders, lifting me up off of the bed and practically against him.
I groaned, biting my lip afterward, trying not to wake his sister up as he grumbled like an animal. Ethan always seemed to be grumbling or rumbling, or otherwise sounding like an animal in heat, and this time was no different as he rolled back and forth teasingly. Each pulsating throb of his cock and each slide of his veiny shaft against my pussy only caused me to squirt in anticipation and beg him for more. My mind was completely lost to my desires. All I knew was I wanted him to fuck me, I didn't care how, or for how long. I just wanted him, and to forget what happened earlier at The Twisted Sanctuary altogether. If our love making stretched to eternity, I would have been happy.
It seemed though that Ethan read my mind as he pulled back with a slight grunt of exertion, and I felt his lips slide up along my neck in low nibbling bites. His lips finally ascending to my earlobe with a firm nibble, just as the hot tip of his cock entered into pussy.
“Fuck!" I cried out.
“Shhh!"
God, he was good. Hitting all the right spots at once.
I gasped again as I closed my eyes to focus on the tantalizing sensations, trying not to moan out loud and wake his sister and neighbors up. I felt Ethan's girthy length entering inside me, deliciously spreading my pussy wider as I felt every throbbing inch of him. The base of his dick slammed into me, hitting the hood of my clit, sending painful but pleasurable vibrations from my body up toward my brain in an electrical fire.
“Ethan! Yes!"
“Hush!" He demanded.
My legs went numb, and I released them downward as I couldn't maintain them anymore with the intense pounding. I was at Ethan's mercy, and he didn't relent. I felt him pull his cock back, the lips of my pussy tingling with his withdrawl from me, leaving me with an aching emptiness that needed to be filled.
“Are you going to be quiet, Princess?"
“Yes, sir," I breathed.
Ethan obliged, and with another grunt of him trying to hold his own voice back he thrust and slammed inside me once more. He slid me up the bed and into his arms as he pulled me down and started with his rhythmic hard gyrations.
Each slam of his thighs against mine only heightened that electrical wave as he plowed me. I watched him roll his hips, picking up the pace as I slid my hands down all along his back. I lost myself, scratching at his skin without meaning to, trying desperately to hold on as his face buried deeper into my neckline and I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Closer than I intended.
"Fuck, Ethan! Don't stop!"
Each hard thrust sent the bed pushing back, only to knock against the wall. The headboard slamming against the wall echoed throughout the bedroom. The sound of pleasure second only to the wet, rhythmic thudding. My mind wasn't on keeping quiet now as I moved one hand up and grasped his short hair, urging him on f
urther as I kept tugging each time I felt his cock completely inside me.
I gripped my inner muscles, wanting to hold him still. My thighs were a ruined mess of light bruising, and wetness. I was getting closer to the edge of orgasm. I couldn't help it; I had to let go. I had to yell out again, but the rational part of me remembered: don't wake anyone up.
I reached over and grabbed his pillow, and brought it up to my face.
I bit into it, just in time as my muffled cries of pleasure were softened by the pillow. My body convulsed and I felt it deep down. The swelling of my orgasm. I could feel his, too. We were both so close. We both wanted it. We both couldn't keep it at bay any longer.
I came first. My legs spreading out as I pushed upward, achingly against his massive cock inside me. The pain mingled with mind numbing bliss, and I heard him groan as he forced himself to remain quiet.
I could feel him. Spurts of cum entered inside me, filling me up with his seed as I felt it hot in my stomach, mingling in with my own sexual release. Filling me up and dribbling out in a mess beneath us as we worked ourselves up into a frenzy of passion. Our desires fulfilled in one explosion.
But we didn't have much time for pillow talk, or to relax. Our exhaustion overtook us from the intense moment. Our bodies slicked with sweat. We leaned into each other, both of our eyes closed, and darkness enveloped us as we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Twelve
Last night was exactly what I needed more than I thought I did. We made love for what felt like the first time. It wasn't simply fucking, but love, and we passed out in the middle of it. My legs were still wrapped around Ethan's hips, and my arms around his body while he buried his goateed face into the pit of my neckline.
The sun bearing down through the skylights from the ceiling woke us up. Illuminating a square of brightness on both of us, an indication of the morning that roused us both from a tired sleep but feeling refreshed from the previous day.
Ethan smiled, kissed my lips, and pulled himself from me, untangling himself from the mess of limbs I created with us as he rose his bare body to put on fresh clothing. Pajamas and a simple T-shirt of some rock band that I didn't know. The very picture of casualness that continued to defy the image of him I had built up. I'd never seen him so relaxed and comfortable before. To me, he always seemed to be dressed in business suits. I was quickly coming to the realization that all of that was part of the showmanship of his business. A character he designed to seem otherworldly, or larger than life. The real him was far more normal.
And I loved finding all of the tidbits of him the longer I stayed with him. I slowly rolled over onto my back with a yawn as I watched him dress. He turned and winked at me once more as he stretched with a roll of his shoulders.
"Good morning, beautiful."
“Morning," I murmured.
I felt his eyes gazing all along my bare body as he slowly moved to sit down next to me on the bed. My eyes were closed, but my senses marking him and his actions. The smell of sweat, sex and fading cologne, the weight of his body so close to mine, the dip in the mattress. The sound of his breathing. I drank it all in.
"So tell me, Princess. How about a bit of breakfast?"
I slowly opened my blue eyes as I giggled at the question. I was a little hungry, despite the late night meal we ate the previous night before we snuck off like teenagers to the bedroom.
"What can I make you?"
“What do you have?"
"Hash browns. Pancakes. Waffles. Hell, cereal if you want. Name it, and it's yours."
"What about you?" I replied cheekily. “What do you want?"
“You."
“Always the charmer," I giggled. “What if I want you?"
"Later if you're good."
"I'm always good, remember?"
“Of course," he grinned. “I have to head to work tonight."
I frowned and remembered. The Twisted Sanctuary, normally an operation that remained open during the evening hours and going on to the wee hours of the night as the law allowed, had to close early due to Nick's furious rage. His fury left a trail of destruction and terror in his quest to find me before he threatened the patrons. Because of that, it needed to be closed early.
"Is there anything that I can do to help? I still feel guilty." I admitted.
"If you want to, Jessica. I'm not blaming you for your ex's actions. Just some simple cleaning up, and opening the doors is all."
"Alright. I just need to swing by my apartment and get something."
Ethan shook his head. "Not a good idea. Remember that he or his crew could still be there looking for you."
I paused for a moment and realized that Ethan was right. I'd have to make do with staying away from what I considered my home until the police found Nick, and I was sure of my safety.
"I suppose then I'll have to buy a change of clothes and toiletries."
"Not necessarily. I'm sure Lisa has a few things that might fit you. You two are practically the same size."
"You think she'll let me?"
"She likes you, so I don't see why she wouldn't."
“Okay," I nodded.
“I don't want you to be worried, Princess. I'm sure the police will eventually find Nick. And if worse comes to worse. A slight shopping spree for a few things won't hurt until everything gets figured out."
I didn't exactly have much money to my name, and no doubt in my mind that the alimony that Nick was paying would be stopped as he went to jail.
"Well. We could. But I don't have any money, remember? I don't have a job at the moment."
"I think I can afford a few things for you," he replied and got up from the bed to my pile of clothing. “It's the least I can do."
I blushed a little bit in response as he turned and tossed my clothing to the edge of the bed.
“Thank you, Ethan."
"You don't have to thank me, beautiful," he smiled. “Why don't you get dressed and I'll make you breakfast?"
“Sounds good."
Ethan kissed me before exiting his bedroom. I leaped from the bed to get dressed as he asked, following his orders.
Moments later I found myself out of the bedroom, and back into the kitchen. The scent of blueberry pancakes with honey on top and coffee lingered in the air. Ethan was at the stove making pancakes and arguing with Lisa because she wanted to cook a breakfast recipe she found on Pinterest. I poured myself a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the dining room table.
“Will you go sit down? I'm taking care of breakfast this morning."
“Whatever," Lisa rolled her eyes, walked to the table and slinked down into a chair. “Morning, Jessica."
I yawned with one hand rubbing at the side of my eye. “Good morning, Lisa."
"You look like shit, Lisa."
“Thanks," she gave Ethan a thumbs up.
“Up all night studying or something?"
"Yeah, I was. I was trying to calculate when the hell you two would stop moaning last night and banging the headboard against the wall."
I spat my coffee in surprise, preferring to do that rather than swallow and choke while Ethan cringed at the retorting words of his sister.
“Shit!" Ethan replied, facing his sister.
“Oh, my God," I giggled.
“I smell something burning…." Lisa sung.
Ethan quickly turned to stove. “Goddamnit, Lisa!"
“What? See, that's why you should have let me cook." The smell of pancakes and blueberries was now replaced with smoke.
“What would you have cooked?" I asked her.
“A few things," Lisa poked her chest out proudly. “If I remember correctly, one recipe I found involved things like eggs, English muffins and buffalo meat."
“Buffalo meat?" I scrunched my nose.
“Yeah. It's protein."
“We're not cooking buffalo meat, Lisa," Ethan called out from the kitchen.
“I bet if it were placed next to chicken, you wouldn't be able to taste the dif
ference."
“I think I'll pass on that recipe," I giggled.
“I second that!" Ethan agreed.
“So… Did you really hear us last night, Lisa? I'm so sorry if you did."
"Actually, I didn't hear anything."
“Thank goodness," I breathed a sigh of relief.
“You know. I've never seen my brother this happy before. Even since he met you, he seems… chipper. It's nice to actually see him finally bring someone home that he likes."
I smiled, despite my flushed face.
"Alright, ladies. How many pancakes do you want?"
“Are they burnt?"
“Really?" Ethan shook his head and soon their morning exchange began.
"I'll take… six." Lisa replied.
"No."
"Why not?"
"You're not going to eat six; that's why."
"I will over the course of the day."
"The trash tells me different. Here's two."
Five minutes later, we all sat the table once again in silence eating breakfast.
“You two are hilarious. I wish I could joke around with my siblings, too."
“Maybe it's a good time try," Lisa encouraged.
“Easier said than done." I smiled. “I will say I'm really liking this other side of you, Ethan."
“Oh?" Ethan glanced at me.
“Yes. I like the 'homebody' Ethan," I giggled.
“Well, what's the 'other' side then?" Lisa asked.
“Never mind," Ethan and I said in unison.
"Well, okay then. Sounds like something I don't want to know," Lisa's eyes widened. “So, anyway. What's on the schedule for the day, guys?"
Ethan shrugged, with me remaining silent, letting him speak first since it was his idea for what to do.
"Meh, just cleaning the club and opening it back up later tonight. Business as usual."
"And if those thugs, mafia or whoever they are come back?" Lisa asked with a worry.
"They won't. I don't think they will anyway," I spoke up both in defense of Ethan's decision, and to calm his sister's fear. "They weren't there for Ethan. They were there for me. But the police said they'd patrol the area more, so everything will be alright."
