Keeping her palms on my thighs, she leans forward, swaying her hips just enough to giggle her tits that are practically falling out of the low cut top. “Sorry, I’m not feeling it.” She chuckles. “I need to feel how sorry you are for being a dick.”
Does she want to fight me? We’ll see about that. Gripping her hips, I dig my fingers into her skin and lift her up so that she’s on top of me. For a second, she tries to wiggle free from my grasp, but instead, she pins my legs between hers and gives in to me.
“Fight me all you want. It turns me on,” I tell her.
She presses her lips together, and the Mia I have grown to love over the years feeds right into my hands. Struggling to get off my lap, she tries to break free, doing a shitty job of it. Mia doesn’t want to run. Nope, my girl likes the struggle just as much as I do.
She frowns. “I’m still mad at you.”
I hold her arms tighter and pull them above her head and pin them together. “Then why did you want to learn how to give me a lap dance?”
“So I could fuck with you.”
I laugh. “And how is that plan working out for you?”
She peeks up at my hands that have hers bound, knowing she could not get away from me if she tried. That’s not what she wants. We both know it. Why does she have to be so independent all the time?
“You are mine tonight,” I say.
“Yours?” She says it as though it’s a question.
The corner of my mouth curls up into a crooked grin. “Mine. You were always mine, Mia.”
“I thought you were supposed to protect me from the wolves, and here I am with the biggest wolf in this place. You are the one I should stay away from.”
“If you were smart, you would have stayed far away from me. Now, it’s too late. You are all mine now.” I move her hands in front of her, with my fingers still burrowed into her wrists. “Give me your mouth.”
She looks at me as if she’s confused until she catches on. Mia leans forward to gently tug at my lip with her teeth, knowing full well how I like it. I growl, a ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. Dipping her tongue into my mouth, she rocks her hips to rub her pussy against my erection that tents my jeans.
Still clutching her one wrist, I release the other so that I can pull down her top with my free hand. She’s not wearing a bra, the black spandex shirt molded tight against her tiny frame and now bunched around her middle.
Taking her nipple between my teeth, I tug hard, peeking up at her so that I can watch her as a moan escapes her lips. Her body tenses up for a second before it relaxes.
“E,” she whispers. “Mmm…”
I drop her hand to slip beneath her skirt, not wanting to waste the little time we have left. As I switch between sucking and biting her nipples, I peel back the silky thin fabric covering her pussy. She’s smooth to the touch and waxed to perfection.
I slide my finger along her slick folds, and she hisses, as if in physical pain. She will be later. “So fucking wet for me.” I slowly inch my way into her pussy, and she tightens around my finger. “And so fucking tight. You’re not a virgin, right?”
She opens her eyes, her mouth just as wide, panting and gasping for air. “Would it make a difference if I was?”
“No. I’m fucking you tonight no matter what.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she confesses. “I just haven’t slept with the entire country like you.”
I press my thumb to her lips to silence her. “That’s enough out of you. I have enough time to make you come before Roxie comes back.”
“Then do it already, and stop torturing me.”
I shake my head at her, amused, and withdraw my finger, bringing it to my mouth to lick her juices. “I was going to, but I think you can wait. Patience, lamb. Be a good girl and stop talking back, and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”
She huffs, blowing a strand of hair in front of her eyes. “I hate you.”
“Good.” I tuck it behind her ear, grazing my thumb along her jaw. “It’s better if you hate me.”
“For who? You? Your conscience?”
“I’m not good for you, Mia. But that doesn’t mean I want to fuck you any less.”
Mia uses my shoulders to stabilize herself, her body still trembling from the loss of my touch. “Do you still have a hotel room?”
“Why? You wanna come home with me?”
She bobs her head up and down, her eyes closing in the process. “Yesss!”
“Will can’t know. Pretend like you are staying the night with Clarke.”
Mia opens her eyes and grinds her teeth together, looking away as if deep in thought. A beat passes between us before she says, “What if she’s planning to have Will sleep at her apartment? Ugh, I hope not, but it’s not impossible, considering she took off with him the second we got here.”
“Let’s see what happens and go from there, okay?”
She smiles. “Since you’re not going to get me off, I suppose I should get back to work.”
“And what does this work entail? What kind of story could you possibly get from a strip club? Most people know all the nasty shit that goes on at places like this. You won’t make any headlines with a story like that.”
She hops off my lap and fixes her skirt over her long, toned legs. “It’s top secret. I will tell you one thing. It has nothing to do with strippers and everything to do with some of the shady things that go on here.”
“You know who owns this club, don’t you?”
Now, she has me worried. A sweet girl like Mia has no business hunting down gangsters and known criminals. I have had enough dealings with them in my teens, and that glimpse of the dark side was enough to make me see that hockey was where I needed to focus my attention. But it took leaving Mia, Will, and everything I loved behind to see that. Whether Mia realizes it or not, our time apart ten years ago was for the better. For both of us.
“Everyone knows this club is a Mafia front,” she whispers, though I wonder if this room has microphones hidden somewhere. “I’m not as naïve as you think.”
“I’m coming with you.” She opens her mouth to argue with me until I yank at the hem of her shirt to pull her closer to me, cutting off her words. “This is not a negotiation.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Fine. Don’t get in my way.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” She chuckles. “Honestly, I have no idea. I overheard something at work today, and I thought I would come here to see if anything looks out of the ordinary. So, keep your eyes open.”
I pull Mia onto my knee, hooking my arm around her back as I plant a kiss on her lips. “You scare me more than anyone I have ever met.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me, confused. “And why is that?”
“Because you are too curious, too interested in things that do not concern you. That curiosity could get you killed. I don’t like it.”
“We are only testing this out,” she reminds me. “Just sex, maybe more, which means you have no say in my life or how I run it.”
“That is where you are wrong. Now that I know you’re up to no good, I am not letting you out of my sight. Got it?”
For once, she does not challenge me. She simply nods.
I smile, victorious. “Good girl. Let’s get this over with, so I can take you back to my hotel and fuck you until morning.”
She sticks her tongue out to wet her lips.
No answer is needed. We can communicate later in moans and grunts.
20
Mia
Like all of my leads, the conversation I’d overheard at Old City Records was a bust. Nothing was out of the ordinary at Scores, other than the fact that I allowed a stripper to talk me into learning how to give a lap dance. She acted if it was something they did all the time, but Ethan assured me it was a trick to get him to fork over more money.
After my brother found us and told me he was going home with Clarke, I left the club with Etha
n. Tonight is the night. Finally. The wait is over.
Ethan guides me off the elevator, with his hand on my back, and down a lavish hallway. From the lobby to the guest floors, the Ritz Carlton is unlike any hotel I have ever stayed. He stops at the end of the hall in front of a door further apart from the others. A suite.
He sticks the keycard into the tiny slot on the door and winks. “Don’t be nervous.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not.”
“Stop biting your cheek. It’s a dead giveaway. For as long as I have known you, that has always been your tell.”
“Well, the last time I checked, I’m not a poker player, and you are not a mind reader.”
“Okay, smart ass.” I push open the door and hold it open with my back. “Let’s go. Get your sexy ass on my bed.”
Without an argument, I step inside the massive suite, staring in awe of my surroundings. Ethan grew up rich. He still has a trust fund from his grandfather, and now has millions coming in from the Flyers. A hotel room like this is nothing out of the ordinary for him. But to me, this is as close as I will ever come to feeling like a queen. The open concept living room alone is bigger than my entire shithole apartment.
Ethan steers me through the open double doors that lead to the bedroom and pushes me onto the massive bed, forcing me to dig my elbows into the mattress to stabilize myself. Despite all the alcohol we consumed at Scores, my head is unusually clear. I want to remember every second of my night, not lose the important details in a drunken haze. That’s why I made it a point to stop drinking once we started combing through the club.
I have a feeling Ethan will be rough with me, even though he hasn’t flat out said it. My encounter with him was different from the men in my past. No one has ever bit me or held my hands so that I couldn’t escape. The sick part—I liked it. A lot. I want him to do it again.
Ethan runs his palm over my ass and whispers, “I promise to take it easy on you the first time. You can relax.”
He grips my ass in his hands and presses his long and hard cock between my cheeks. “You are about to make every fantasy I have ever had come true.” His breath tickles my ear, leaving a trail of bumps along my hot skin. “My cock needs to be inside you, so fucking deep that you feel me in every part of your body.”
I gasp at his words, sucking in a deep breath that I force myself to let out. Words escape me. Seeing this side of Ethan has me so excited yet nervous.
He grips my hair between his fingers and pulls my head back so that we are looking into each other’s eyes. “Be a good girl and do as I tell you tonight.”
My lips part for him, unsure of how to respond to his request. His demand. Nervous energy dances along my skin, causing the anxiety to creep up from the back of my throat, suffocating me. I hadn’t expected to be this on edge, but everything needs to be perfect for my first time with my first crush.
The chill in the room causes bumps to dot my skin, my nipples getting even harder when Ethan dips his hand between my legs. He cups my sex over the silky fabric that separates our skin from meeting and breathes against the shell of my ear. With my hair still in his hand, he forces me to look at him as he moves my thong to the side to roll his thumb over my clit.
“You like that?” I nod, and he pulls my hair tighter.
Ethan drags his finger along my slick folds, my pussy so wet that my juices slide down my inner thigh. Ethan watches me as he plays with me, his eyes traveling over every inch of my body. As if committing every feature to memory, he rakes over my breasts with a greedy look in his eyes. He licks his lips before bending down to taste me. Our kiss only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away, leaving me panting and wanting more.
Soaking wet and just as greedy as the look in his eyes, my pussy throbs, my insides tightening around his fingers. I wish he would fill me up, fill every single hole with his cock. What is he doing to me? I have never felt more vulnerable in my life.
He picks up the pace, spreading me wider, his fingers so deep inside me I can feel him everywhere. He wants to see me, see what he’s doing to me. Close to hitting the spot, my entire body trembles, making it hard for me to find my balance. I lean back to rest my head on his shoulder, my skin growing warmer, the heat radiating through me in waves. My nipples are so hard they hurt, poking through my top.
“Yes,” I moan, so close to reaching the finish line.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” Ethan bends down to lick my neck before he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
He nips at my skin and tugs it between his teeth. Igniting every pleasure point in my body at once, I ride the wave that comes along with the pain, each orgasm hitting me harder than the next.
Ethan buries his face under my chin and takes in my scent, releasing my hair from his grasp. “You smell so fucking good. Like sex and apples.” He slides his fingers out of me, so damn slow that a chill runs down my spine, causing me to shiver.
From behind me, Ethan sucks my juices from his fingers. I listen as he devours every last drop. My body trembles, hungry, desperate, and ready for more.
“I love the taste of your sweet pussy. Once is not enough.”
When I hear Ethan kick off his shoes, followed by him lowering his zipper, I freeze in place and await his next instruction. He said to listen, and I plan to do just that. Piece by piece, Ethan rids himself of his clothes until a pile of fabric is on the floor next to us. Now, it’s my turn.
Ethan tugs at the zipper at the back of my skirt, pushing the material over my hips so that it falls to my ankles. Electricity pulsates along my skin, the feeling of being bared to him causing my heart to pound in my chest. He drops to his knees, holding onto me as he lowers himself to the carpet. Sliding his hand up to my lower back, he bends me forward, forcing me to the mattress.
I turn my head to the side, my cheek pressed against the soft duvet, and close my eyes when Ethan takes the string of my thong in his mouth. With his hot breath on my skin, a rush of heat spreads up my back.
“I have thought of doing this since we were at the club,” he says, his voice muffled as he rids me of my underwear.
The silky fabric falls down my thighs to join the skirt, both of which I step out of and kick to the side. Cupping my ass in my hands, Ethan takes his thumbs and spreads my cheeks to the side, making room for his tongue that glides along my sensitive skin.
“And this,” he says. “Now that I’ve had a taste, your pussy is my favorite thing to eat.” He gives me a few lazy licks, lapping up my juices as if I am his meal. “It’s the only thing I want to eat.”
His breath against my pussy makes my toes curl, and when his tongue dips between my folds once more, a tremor that shakes through me rocks me to the core. As he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I moan his name. At least the first time. Because with each flick of his tongue, I come undone. He owns my body along with each orgasm he rips from my body.
It takes me a minute before my breathing slows to a somewhat steady pace. My heart and mind are out of sync, too overwhelmed by the ripple of pleasure that bubbles inside me.
Ethan gets up from the floor and positions himself behind me. He rubs the tip of his cock along my slickness, moving back and forth, over and over, almost making me come once more. Until he stops. When I feel him between my ass cheeks, careful not to push inside me, I stop moving. He wouldn’t, would he?
As if reading my thoughts, Ethan takes a step back from me. Relief washes over me, but only for a second.
He yanks on the hem of my shirt and orders, “Take this off.”
Following his request, I stand up, pull the tight top over my head, and throw it on the bed. He spins me around so that we face and lifts me up and into his arms. His lips graze mine. I stick out my tongue and taste myself on him, not afraid to keep going. His eyes widen as I do this.
I’ve sparked something inside him that creates a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. Ethan cradles my face in his hands and invades my m
outh with his tongue, exploring every inch of my mouth as if staking his claim. He’s rough and aggressive, taking what he wants from me. And I want to give him what he needs.
After waiting ten long years to have him back, to have the Ethan I once knew, I want to give him all of me. Most of the time, I build something up in my head to the point that I become disappointed once it happens. Not with Ethan. Every single wish I ever had has come true tonight. I have him back, in my life and hopefully ready to give this a serious shot.
As he pulls away from my lips, I gasp for air, clinging to him as if his he stole my last breath. He moves his hands from my face to my back and lowers me to the bed. This time, he’s gentle. I scoot up toward the head of the bed and watch him stare down at my exposed pussy. His lips are swollen, his mouth glistening with my juices and saliva.
Ethan pulls away from me, and I miss his touch instantly. He slides off the bed to lift his pants from the floor. A few seconds later he has a condom on his massive cock and finds his way back to me. He crawls between my legs, grabs my hips hard enough to leave marks, and lines himself up at my entrance. Without giving me a second to brace myself for the thickness of his cock, he plunges into me, ripping me open.
Is this what he considers taking easy?
I have no time to adjust, forced to take all of him at once. Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard. The pressure builds within, my insides so tight and ready to burst when a rush of heat takes over my body. Ethan digs his fingers into my hip so hard that I wince in pain, but I don’t care enough to scream.
I peek up at him with my bottom lip tucked into my mouth. Riding out the pain that comes with the overwhelming pleasure, I close my eyes. I let out a soft moan that turns into a series of screams mixed with obscenities that command control of my body. Everything about this moment is so surreal, from the man thrusting into me to the orgasms he steals from my body.
Ethan shifts his weight so that he can lift me up and sits back, moving one hand up from my hip to my back. He bounces me on his cock, burying himself so deep inside me that I can feel him in my stomach. One thing Ethan was right about is that I will feel him everywhere. His hands, his cock, his lips on mine. Everywhere. As if tattooed on my skin, Ethan is now a part of me, the two of us connected.
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