Bad in Bed

by Faye Avalon

  He slid his hands to her knees and pushed them up until she lay with her knees bent and erotically spread open for his pleasure.

  And hers. God. And hers.

  Kneeling on the floor between her legs, his gaze fixed on her pussy, Ethan teased one finger inside her. “Hot, wet, and slick,” he said huskily. “You’re a fucking feast, gorgeous. Time to sample the first course.”

  He lowered his head and at the first flick of his tongue Amber bucked violently and cried out. He worked her slowly, as if he relishing every taste, every touch. The exquisite brush of his tongue, combined with the more adamant assault of his finger as it slipped inside her, turned her vision blurry again and the room began a slow delicious spin into orbit.

  “Oh, God. Ethan…”

  His tongue worked deeper, finding her clit.

  Amber flew, her hands grasping thin air as she searched for something solid with which to anchor herself. With nothing readily available, she could only spin, soar, float.

  As she came down from another dizzying orgasm, Ethan moved up her body, his mouth slick with her juices. As he balanced above her, his erection pushed against her hips.

  Despite that it made her sound needy, she wanted to ask him if it had been okay, if she had been okay. She needed the reassurance, the confirmation. But while the words bubbled in her throat, they lodged there, frozen in space and time. From the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, his hard length prodding her side, it seemed her unasked question had already been answered.

  Her confidence soared as he dropped his mouth to hers, the urgency of his kiss belying the easy way he ran his hand over her stomach, her breasts. On his lips, she tasted herself. A first for her, and surprisingly erotic.

  “I really want your clothes off now.” Her voice sounded lazy, indolent, but already, with his erection pressing against her, she began to feel aroused again. How the hell was it possible? She felt thoroughly sated and yet ready for more. She felt positively lusty. Who would have thought?

  “You get to do more than take my clothes off, gorgeous. I’ve got some catching up to do, seeing as you’ve had three orgasms to my one.”

  She gave a low, sultry laugh as she began to unbutton his shirt. Three orgasms. She’d never in her life had three orgasms on the same night. She was lucky if she’d managed one, and that was usually from self-pleasuring in the bathroom as Trevor lay asleep in their bed after what he laughingly called their lovemaking.

  Ethan shucked off his shirt as he stood, then held out his hand. “Bedroom,” he said firmly. “We’ll need more room for what I have planned.”

  Amber took his hand willingly, spurred on by the heady thought of what lay in store for her. Whatever it was, she surely had to be through with her orgasm quota for the night. She didn’t think she could manage another one, regardless of Ethan’s erotic plans and his amazing skills.

  But as she let him lead her to his bedroom, one thing was an absolute certainty.

  Tonight, there’d be zero need for self-pleasuring in the bathroom.

  Chapter Four

  He could have kept her on the sofa, Ethan thought as he eased Amber onto his bed. He could have played out the evening in his sitting room and kept the bedroom a fuck-free zone. At least then he might have salvaged a small part of his rule not to invite women back to his place for sex. While he’d now broken the rule, he could at least have let it remain sitting room sex.

  Yet here he was with Amber stretched out beneath him, her green, lust-filled eyes gazing into his as he let his hands roam over her warm, sumptuous flesh. Shit. He was loving every second of seeing her laid out on his dark grey duvet, her silky blonde hair in decadent disarray from when she’d earlier thrown her head from side to side against the sofa cushions as he’d made her come. As he’d looked down at her lying on his sofa, with her lush body, her sex-sated eyes, he’d known the sofa wouldn’t do it. He wanted her, needed her, in his bed.

  The need was primal, filled with the desire to possess, to brand, to mark her as his. Shit. Where had that come from?

  Since Amber was busy yanking at the zip of his trousers, he didn’t give the thought much more of his energy. Hard to philosophize when a woman had her hand down a guy’s pants and was stroking his cock with something bordering on reverence.

  “Wait,” he groaned as her fingers eased around him. “Not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not really doing anything,” she said as she fluttered her lashes at him in mock innocence. “I need your trousers off to do any real damage.”

  Her sexy pout had him scrambling off the bed to finish unzipping his trousers and yank them off along with his shoes.

  Naked, he stood at the side of the bed and looked down at her. He ran his gaze slowly up her body, lingering at the soft blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs. Beneath those curls her pussy was a fucking feast. He’d drunk deep of her taste and wanted more. Much more. He wanted to bury his cock deep in those hot, wet folds, feel her slick juices sucking him in. He wanted to thrust into her so hard he made her scream his name.

  His cock jerked when she stretched like a cat and raised her arms over her head, directing his attention to her pert breasts. Her dusky nipples begged for his mouth, and he lowered his head. At the touch of his tongue, her languid moan of pleasure was about all he could take.

  Blood rushed through his core, his cock so hard and heavy he knew that once inside her welcoming heat he’d last no more than a few seconds before he exploded.

  He raised his head from her breasts, noting the wet ring around her nipple where he’d licked and sucked.

  She looked up at him as she stretched again.

  When she reached out toward his erection, he caught her wrist. “Better not, gorgeous. Or I’ll lose it before I get inside you.”

  Her eyes gleamed. “Then you’d better hurry.”

  He took a moment to try and slow down his breathing, to get some control. When was the last time he’d been so bloody lust-crazed that he hadn’t been able to last more than a couple of seconds? He had to get back some control before he embarrassed himself.

  When she held out her arms, beckoning him into them, he raised himself onto the bed and stretched out beside her. His heart pumped erratically and his breath caught in his throat. She was so damn beautiful, so giving, loving. She deserved for him to take his time.

  He must have said it aloud because her brow creased. “You already took your time. You made me come three times. Remember?”

  How could he forget?

  She reached her hand to his shoulders and ran her fingers down his arm.

  He shivered as sensation pulsed through him. Can’t wait, he thought. Can’t fucking wait any longer.

  Faster, more desperate than he’d intended, he levered himself above her, kneeing her legs apart so he could settle between them. He reached out to the bedside table where he’d put the condom and tore the packet with his teeth. Watching her, he slid it along his length, tapping her hand away when she tried to help. Damn, if he felt the brush of her slender fingers on his cock, he’d shoot his load for sure.

  “Maybe next time,” he said on a jerky breath, then eased his hands underneath her ass and raised her hips so that she opened for him.

  She stared at him, her forehead creasing a little as she tilted her chin into the air exposing her delicate throat. Then she closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes,” he grated. “I want to watch your eyes as I take you.”

  Her eyelashes fluttered and then sultry green eyes fixed on his. He nudged the lips of her pussy with his cock. Shit. She was hot, wet, and so damn ready he wanted to shove himself to the hilt and to hell if he embarrassed himself by going off too soon.

  Something in her eyes held him back. Uncertainty? Doubt? Where had that come from? He’d noticed it when he’d tapped her hand away as she’d tried to help him with the condom. Maybe next time, he’d said. Was it something to do with them having a next ti
me? Was this a one night only deal for her? Had she already decided there wouldn’t be a next time? Hell with that.

  And what the fuck was he doing engaging in mental meanderings when he had a hot, willing woman just waiting for him to finish what he’d damn well started. Right then he was too damn horny to think straight anyway.

  He entered her slowly, pleased when the corners of her mouth kicked up into a wicked smile as he pushed his hard length deeper inside her.

  Her hips lifted, drawing him in further with each push.

  He thrust himself to the hilt and it felt so bloody good he wondered vaguely if he could freeze the moment and just lay in her warmth, in her silky wet heat, for eternity.

  Shit. He was turning into a fucking philosopher.

  Thankfully, his cock had other ideas and, spurred by the way Amber’s hips moved restlessly against him, he started to move. Slow, he wanted slow, so he could make it last, draw it out and make if good for both of them. But she insisted on bucking those luscious hips of hers, her breasts rising and falling with every patchy breath she took. He could no sooner go slow right then than fly to the damn moon.

  Moving his hand between her legs, he found her clit and worked it in time to his thrusts. The sounds she made deep in her throat were like fire to his blood. He moved faster, pushing deep with each thrust, the slide of his cock against her slick heat making him lose coherent thought until he was pounding into her.

  She matched him all the way, her body meeting each thrust as if she was intrinsically matched to his rhythm.

  Seconds later, she arched upwards, threw her head back and came. He felt her pulse around him, the movement shattering the last thread of his own control and he found his own release, spurting into the condom and shouting his pleasure as he climaxed.

  He held there, trying to control his breathing as his heart pounded and his flesh burned. When he opened his eyes he saw that Amber’s were closed as she lay spent against the mattress. Her breasts moved jerkily as she, too, fought for breath. It gave him an insane sense of pleasure to see her suffering the same struggle for control he did.

  He pulled out a fraction and the movement got her eyes open.

  She looked straight at him, her gaze full of questions.

  “What?” he asked as she stared at him. “Okay?”

  She closed her eyes again briefly and nodded. “You?”

  Well, he had been until she looked at him accusingly and not altogether as if the earth had moved for her as it had for him. Like fucking hell, he thought. He’d rocked her ass off.

  He pulled out completely, rolled onto his back, and fixed his attention on the ceiling. Had he done something wrong, something she hadn’t liked? Nothing sprang to mind, not if you considered how many times he’d gotten her off that night. It was definitely something he’d said.

  “What I said about next time.” His tone was sharper than he’d planned but he didn’t attempt to soften it. “If you’re a one trick pony that’s fine by me.”

  She turned her head toward him. “One trick pony?”

  He kept his attention on the ceiling. “A fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of girl. We’ve all got our own agenda.”

  She hoisted herself onto her elbows. “Agenda? I don’t have an agenda. But I get the message, loud and clear. I’m not an idiot.”

  He was starting to feel like one. “Perhaps you should enlighten me, because I’m not entirely sure what the problem is.”

  She turned and started to get out of bed. “No problem at all. I’ll just get dressed and be on my way. There’s no need for you to worry about there being a next time.”

  Damn it, so he was right. He jerked up and levered his hands around her waist before she could stand. She wasn’t blowing him off before she’d given him a reason for no next time, not when they’d pretty much set fire to the sheets. “Hold on just a minute.”

  She froze, her whole body tense where minutes ago it had been warm and pliable. “There’s no need to string it out. I’m fully aware of how things are. How I am.”

  Ethan had the distinct impression he’d slipped into some parallel universe, because damned if he knew what she was talking about. He shifted until his chest was to her back and drew her against him. “There’s no shame in wanting a one night stand, gorgeous. I just wish you’d let me persuade you to stay a bit longer.”

  And if he had his way, he’d use that time convincing her that what they’d shared was worth repeating. Many times. Many, many times.

  She turned to look over her shoulder at him, a haughty look in her eyes. “It’s still early. You could join your friends at Papa Niko’s. You might still get lucky.”

  Taking a chance, he nuzzled her ear. “I already got lucky.”

  Her brow furrowed. “There’s really no reason to be nice. I get it, okay? You’re off the hook.”

  Was the same confusion he saw in her eyes now visible in his own? He frowned at her. “Want to explain? Because you may as well be speaking a foreign language, green eyes.”

  She tried to get up, but he kept her anchored against him. If nothing else, she owed him clarification of just what the hell was going on with her.

  She turned her head away from him. “I’ll spell it out in simple English for you then, since my humiliation obviously isn’t complete and you’ll be content only with total annihilation.” Her gaze returned to his and if looks could kill, he’d be the one annihilated. “I’m a disaster, no good at this, complete pants. Okay?”

  “No good at what? Explanations? In which case, I’d have to agree. I’m still lost here.”

  “Okay.” She huffed, her beautiful breasts rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs.

  Shit. He was growing hard again.

  “Let’s try words of one syllable. No. Good. At. Sex. There. Satisfied?”

  “Perfectly. Climaxing inside a beautiful, hot-blooded woman has that effect on me.”

  She jerked her shoulder. “Don’t you dare be crass with me.”

  He wouldn’t even try, especially not when her eyes clouded with the sheen of tears. He tightened his hold around her waist, easing her back against him. He remembered her saying something earlier about not being very good at sex, but he’d brushed it aside as a ploy that she might be fishing for compliments. Looking at her now, he knew he’d been tactless and insensitive. Shit. She really believed she was rubbish in the sack.

  “If you want my opinion on your opinion, I’d say you’re not very good, you’re fucking fantastic.”

  She tensed, her shoulders stiff and her back ramrod straight. “But you want me to leave anyway?”

  Fucking hell. The woman was driving him insane. “I don’t want you to leave.” He shifted, then pushed her back down until she was flat on the bed and he lay over her. “I want you to tell me why you think you’re no good at sex.”

  Her hands were on his arms and she tried to push him away. He wasn’t budging. “I’m just not. Seems I can’t even roll a condom on a guy without him tapping my hand away because I’m so useless at it.”

  Ethan laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “Green eyes, I tapped your hand away because I was ready to lose it before I got the damn thing on. One more brush of your fingers against my cock and it might have been over.”

  He took advantage of the little O her mouth made as she gaped at him and kissed her long and deep. The woman was a goddess and her vulnerability had humbled him. He needed to show her just how beautiful and sensual she really was.

  It wasn’t hard, but pretty soon he was. With Herculean effort, he held back from easing her legs apart and sinking his length deep inside her. She deserved more than another quick screw right then. With what she’d confessed, Ethan knew he needed words to console before he could again claim her body. More than that, he needed to know why a woman as hot and desirable as Amber felt she was rubbish at sex.

  He broke the kiss, then levered himself onto his elbow beside her. “Tell me.” He had to laugh at the irony of the situation. He was
rain-checking a quick screw for the sake of a long talk. Shit. He was turning into a fucking girl.

  * * * *

  Now that she’d calmed down a little, Amber felt like kicking herself for pouring out her angst to him. Sex with Ethan had blown her socks off and had highlighted her own anxieties about her shortcomings. She didn’t want to be terrible at sex. She didn’t want Trevor’s hateful claims to be true. Being with Ethan had opened a whole new world for her, at least where sex was concerned, and she wanted to continue enjoying that world. With Ethan.

  He’d said she was fantastic. Did he mean it? He’d certainly seemed to enjoy himself. And he hadn’t let her go when she’d tried to leave. That had to mean something.

  He lay next to her, hoisted on one elbow as he waited for her response. “Going to tell me, gorgeous?”

  She could bluff, make excuses, but she didn’t think she’d get away with it. Not with Ethan. Not after the fuss she’d made.

  “I found my fiance in bed with my best friend.”

  Ethan grimaced. “Ouch.”

  “Yes. Cliché, or what? Came home unexpected because I had this headache I couldn’t shake, and there they were. He proceeded to make excuses for himself, trying to blame me.”

  “Double ouch.”

  “Said I’d driven him to it because I was basically useless in bed.”

  Now Ethan frowned. “I’d say triple ouch, but the guy’s obviously a brain-dead moron who has pebbles for balls.”

  She laughed. “That makes me feel better.” So did the fact that Ethan looked visibly pissed on her behalf.

  “It should.” His frowned deepened. “I hope to hell you don’t think it was anything to do with you, because if you did you’d be way off base.”

  “Well, it didn’t exactly make me feel like siren material. Driving a man into the arms of someone else is bad enough, but my best friend?”

  “Some guys just don’t know when they’ve got it good.” Ethan let his fingers drift over her stomach. “Seems to me if he felt the urge to sleep with another woman, let alone your best friend, that shows a weakness on his part, not yours.”