Words and music by Ethan Kelly.
It confirmed that she knew who he was, and yet she treated him as she did the rest of her friends. She didn’t kiss his ass or handle him with kid gloves. He was just another person to her, and that made him trust her all the more with his secrets.
He finished his notes and pulled out a blank sheet. It was time to create something new.
Chapter Eight
The party had taken a drunken turn for the worse by the time Ethan emerged from Becca’s bedroom. Slurred words battled over the pulsating music, and arms and legs flopped around in staggering dance moves.
Ethan made his way around the edge of the living room, looking for Becca and bumping into her roommate instead. She looked up at him with glazed brown eyes and made no effort to untangle herself from him. “You have a sexy voice,” she drawled.
“Where’s Becca?” His words were sharp and forceful, a direct contrast to her languid, liquor-laden one. There was only one woman he wanted pressed up against him, and it wasn’t the petite blonde.
She backed off with a slight pout. “Out on the balcony.”
As before, the wide balcony offered a respite from the chaos inside. He scanned the dimly lit area, starting with the chairs and finally finding her leaning against the wall in a far corner. “Hey,” he said as he came toward her, giving her plenty of time to say she wanted to be alone if needed.
“Hey,” she replied. “How did it go?”
“Good.” He stopped in front of her and braced his elbow against the warm bricks. “Really good, actually. I wrote a new song.”
“Care to sing a few bars for me?”
A self-deprecating laugh broke free from his chest. “Still working on the lyrics.”
“They’ll come to you.” She sighed and looked up at the sky. “Sorry for hiding out on you, but I needed to get away from that environment before I did something I’d regret.”
He leaned in closer, inhaling her perfume. His dick stiffened, and all thoughts of music vanished. “Meaning?”
“I don’t drink because it’s too risky for me. But the rest of them….” She shrugged as though the way the party had eroded explained itself.
“So that was the mistake you were worried about making?” He came close enough to hear her breath catch.
She looked up at him, her eyes darkening with desire. She licked her lips. “Among other things.”
He kept closing in, waiting to see if she would push him away. The next thing he knew, his lips were brushing against hers in a hesitant, feather-light kiss. Warmth flooded his insides from the point of contact, and yet fear tempered his desire. He pulled back a few inches to gauge her reaction.
Her eyes were closed, but a blissful smile gave him permission to continue.
This time, he made his kiss more forceful, more demanding. He wanted to push the boundaries of their relationship and see how far she was comfortable going. She yielded to him and parted her lips. He greedily explored the sweetness of her mouth while his fingers still dug into the grout between the bricks. She tasted so good that if he dared to take her into his arms, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had her in bed.
The slow, sensual kiss seemed go on forever. He never imagined he’d enjoy the simple pleasure of kissing a woman like this, but kissing Becca was far better than the years of hazy hookups he’d experienced. He zeroed in on all her subtle responses, acutely aware of how she responded to him. Her breath quickened, and she reached to touch him. First, it was his chest. Then, his shoulders. Finally, her hands wound around his neck while she deepened the kiss. The last traces of his uncertainty melted. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he allowed himself to thread his fingers through her silky hair.
“Becca,” Ari called from the door.
Ethan tore his lips from hers and jumped back. As much as he wanted to continue, he didn’t want the intimate moment to become a spectacle.
“What?” Becca replied, making no attempt to hide the exasperation in her voice.
“We’re going to Cielo. Want to come with us?”
Becca looked up at him, her pupils wide and her chest still rising and falling rapidly. “I think I’ll stay in tonight.”
“I thought you’d say that.”
She grinned and turned toward her roommate. “Be safe.”
“You, too.” Ari gave him a hard glare before shutting the door.
He waited for her to say anything, but when the silence crept on, he said, “I don’t think she likes me.”
“She’s just being the overprotective best friend. If she knew who you were, she’d act differently.”
“Meaning?” He waited for her to say what he already knew.
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. “I think Ari’s an even bigger Ravinia’s Rejects fan than I am.”
“And you didn’t tell her.”
Becca shook her head. “To be honest, it took me a week or two to figure it out myself. But if you’re willing to go to such extreme measures to hide who you are, the least I can do is keep my mouth shut.”
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Such a tempting mouth, too.”
Even the dim light couldn’t conceal the blush that bloomed in her cheeks. “A simple thank-you would be fine.”
His shoulder blades drew together, and he added some distance between them. “Are you telling me I went too far?”
“No, I—” She grabbed his shirt in her fists and pulled him back into another kiss. This time, she called the shots, controlling the tempo like a maestro conducting an orchestra. It started out with a smooth, slow adagio pace and grew into a lively allegro.
Her passion infiltrated him and tore down the restraints holding his desire in check. He pressed her against the wall, one hand still tangled in her hair while the other cupped the curve of her ass. Every seductive kiss, every flick of her tongue, every delicious moan that rose from her throat made his cock harder. His hips rocked back in forth in the grinding dance he wanted to replicate under the covers.
He wanted her so damned badly.
But he wasn’t prepared to respond when she ended the kiss and asked, “Do you want to take this to my bedroom?”
***
Holy shit! What just came out of my mouth?
Becca hadn’t intended to proposition Ethan tonight, but each kiss continued to whittle away at her common sense until she was so horny, the question slipped out before she had a chance to catch herself.
He stiffened and retreated a few inches, his brows drawing closer together. “Becca, I…”
Her heart sank as he squeezed his eyes shut and took a step back.
Pride kicked in, and she fumbled for words to hide her embarrassment. “Sorry, I just—”
He silenced her by tilting her chin up so she was forced to look him directly in the eyes. “Don’t be.”
“No, I crossed the line, and I’ve obviously made you uncomfortable and—damn it!” She dug her fingers into her palms and turned toward the door. She shouldn’t have asked him. It was still too early in the recovery process for him to jump into a sexual relationship. And yet he’d made such huge strides today, she’d almost forgotten where he’d been that morning. “I knew I’d fuck this up somehow.”
Ethan caught her wrist and spun her back against him. “Do I look like I’m uncomfortable?”
A rock-hard ridge strained against his zipper and pressed against her lower stomach. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“I think it’s quite obvious how turned on I am right now.” He gave her a quick kiss, drawing out the end by sucking on her bottom lip. “I know you’re trying to look out for me, and I appreciate that. If you tell me to stop, I will, but if you want to continue…”
The little voice inside her head told her to stop things now, but the desire proved too much. “I do.”
She grabbed his hand and led him inside. Ari and the rest of their friends had already left for the club. The place was wrecked, but she’d deal with that in the morning. Right now, all she cared about was getting Ethan in her bedroom before she lost her nerve.
As soon as the door shut, she pulled him to her again. Their kisses took on a frantic nature as though they were two teenagers who wanted to come before they got caught by their parents. She tugged his shirt off, taking a second to admire the tattoos covering his lean frame before diving into the next breathless kiss.
Ethan fumbled for the zipper of her dress, but when it hit a snag, he broke off the kiss with a growl of frustration. “Turn around.”
A shiver coursed down her spine. In everyday life, she hated men ordering her around. But in the bedroom, it was a different story.
He finally got her dress off, followed by her bra, leaving her to stand in the chilly bedroom with her back to him. He drew back her hair to expose the nape of her neck and pressed his lips against the skin. “How do you like it?”
Her stomach fluttered. Would he be put off by her submissive preferences? “You tell me.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her chest to cup her breasts in his hands. “Are you going to make me guess?”
“No.” She leaned back against him, savoring the heat of his bare chest. “You tell me.”
He froze as her request sank in. Then he tightened his hold on her and tilted her to the side so his warm breath bathed her ear. “I tend to get a little rough.”
To prove his point, he squeezed her nipples as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. The sharpness of the pain made her breath catch and sent a bolt of desire straight to her sex. He followed the brief sting with soothing flicks of his tongue and a gentle massage of her breasts. Just as she was forgetting the rough play, he repeated the action with the same effect on her.
He gave another low chuckle as though he knew exactly how much his teasing was turning her on. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The next few minutes were a tango of pleasure and pain. For every nip or pinch, he’d take his time soothing the injured flesh, lulling her back into a relaxed state before jolting her arousal again. His mouth explored the back of her neck, her shoulders, her arms, while his hands stayed on her breasts. His erection pressed against her ass the whole time, a constant reminder of what lay in store for her.
The pleasure–pain cycle became faster, more intense, until he finally released her. His voice was raw and panting as he said, “Turn around and take off your panties.”
She complied with the first part of his order and met his gaze. The fiery desire in his eyes and rapid rise and fall of his chest quickened her pulse. He had a dangerous air about him, like he wanted to fuck her senseless. But instead of being frightened by it, it only turned her on even more.
“Take them off,” he ordered again.
She shimmied them off in slow striptease, watching his reaction the entire time. His jaw tightened. His nostrils flared. His hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. But he stayed right where he was, his eyes never leaving her body.
He didn’t touch her until she bent over to unzip her boots. “Did I say take them off?”
Oh, God, she could’ve come right there. He was turning into a better dom than she’d thought he’d be. “You want me to leave them on?”
“Yes.” The one word came out as a strangled plea, and his body drew even tighter. Another thirty seconds passed with him doing nothing more than stare at her. At last, he unbuttoned his jeans and nodded toward her bed. “Lay down on the edge.”
She did as she was told without breaking eye contact, her knees bent at the edge of the mattress. As his jeans came off, she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view. A long, thick bulge strained against his boxer briefs, and she unconsciously licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
He crawled over her, his underwear still on, and captured her mouth in a kiss that revealed the complex emotions brewing between them. Desire was first and foremost, raging and yet controlled. But as the kiss deepened, she discovered subtle hints of both fear and trust. She wound her arms around his neck and slowed things down until the fear vanished.
He lifted his head, his hands and knees still braced around her, and looked down at her in awe. One hand leisurely traced the valley of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. “You are so beautiful.”
A warm glow spread over her, driving away any traces of her self-conscious insecurities.
The hand trailed back up to her breasts, then up her neck to her cheek. “Show me what you like.”
The warm glow from before flared into the heat of embarrassment. It was one thing to surrender to his orders. It was another thing to call the shots on the seduction. She withdrew her arms and turned away.
“Touch yourself, Becca. Show me where you want my hands, my mouth. Teach me how you like to be touched.”
Each request became firmer, more demanding, until he hit upon her craving to submit. It would’ve been simple to tell him to just put on a condom and fuck her, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wanted more than that. He wanted to learn the intricacies of what she yearned for. He wanted her to draw the boundaries of her comfort zone. But most important, he wanted to make her come.
With some hesitation, she brushed her fingers over one taut nipple. “I like to be touched here.”
“Show me.”
She tried to squirm away, but his knees locked around her hips in a vise. There was no escaping his demand. She drew tiny circles around the peak, gathering her courage until she grasped it between her fingers and twisted. Her sex clenched, and she drew in a sharp breath from the sting.
“So you like it rough, too?” Without waiting for her answer, he repeated the same motions with her other breast, first with his fingers and then with his mouth.
Sweat beaded along her hairline as each nip grew harder. It was like he was testing her to see how far she was willing to go. The ache in her lower pelvis began to throb, and her body strained against the tight confines of his. When she reached the point where her nipples burned, she cried out, “No more.”
He placed a single kiss between her breasts before lifting his head again. “Where else?”
He wanted more? Wasn’t this foreplay enough? And yet she found herself dragging her fingers lower to the place between her thighs. As she dipped her finger between the folds, she turned away again.
“Look at me as you touch yourself.”
The order was as rough as a drill sergeant’s, and her body jerked to attention. She met his gaze again and started to withdraw her hand.
“No, don’t stop.” Ethan guided her hand back. “Make yourself come.”
Her cheeks burned, and she reached for excuses. Anything but that. “It’s kind of hard to do that with your knees holding my thighs together.”
“Easily remedied.” He shifted his weight and wedged his knees between her lower thighs, spreading them apart. “Now do it.”
Despite his insistence that she look at him, she couldn’t overcome the uncomfortable sensation that paralyzed her. This was taking intimacy to a whole new level. She closed her eyes and found her clit with her fingers. The gentlest touch sent shivers through her body. She rubbed it slowly, working up her courage to let go of all restraint in front of him.
“That’s it, Bec. Show me.”
His words soothed her anxieties, and she pressed harder until her hips started to tighten.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
Another set of fingers joined hers. Ethan delved into the further recess of her sex with one finger, then two, finding her G-spot with ease. He matched the tempo of his strokes with hers, each one bringing her closer and closer to release.
But just as she stood on the brink of coming, another wave of e
mbarrassment washed over her and held her back. She withdrew her hand.
“No, don’t stop.”
“I can’t,” she admitted in a quiet voice of defeat.
“Then let me finish.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, as rough and demanding as the kiss that claimed her lips. His fingers pumped harder, deeper, until she finally shattered against him.
She’d barely come back down to earth in time to hear him ask, “Where are the condoms?”
“Nightstand.”
He reached over and grabbed one, kicking his underwear off and nearly knocking over the nightstand with his impatience. The rip of the foil packet broke the silence, and he rolled it on over his thick cock. Without waiting for permission or even asking if he should continue, he plunged into her.
But by now, he probably knew she came harder when he called the shots.
Her body trembled from the size of him and the intensity of him stretching her inner walls. He wasted no time building on the lingering aftershocks of her last orgasm. His hips pumped to the same rhythm as his fingers had earlier, but his cock went deeper, stimulating all her sensitive areas.
Her hips rose off the mattress to meet each of his thrusts, the tension coiling tight and tighter inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more, eager to have him fill her completely. Her impending release ambushed her, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from coming.
“No, Bec, don’t hold back.” His thrusts quickened, and each word came out as a single breath. “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are when you come? Now come.”
Her body rebelled against her and responded to his command. The intensity of the orgasm slammed into her with enough force to make her grit her teeth together. She tightened her hold on him with her arms and legs, so scared that if she let go, she’d drown. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsated through her, pulling her so deep into a dream world of bliss that she didn’t even notice that he’d reached his climax until he cried out her name and collapsed on top of her.
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