by Anna Paige
So, I didn’t look away. I didn’t let my eyes close like I had done with everyone else. I didn’t break our connection, even for a moment.
Soon, he opened my legs wide and fell over between them, covering my body with his own as he continued to thrust roughly into me. His lips met mine with an almost reverent kiss, a stark contrast to the movements of his hips, which didn’t pause.
Soon, his kisses deepened and one of his hands tangled in my hair, fanning it out around me on the bed. Once my hair was out of the way, his hand threaded behind my head and cupped my neck. “What do you see?” he asked unevenly, something unreadable on his gorgeous face. His thrusts continued, but they were softer now.
“I see you.” I placed both hands at his waist, pulling him closer.
He winced as he asked, “Which me?”
“The real you.” I kissed him long and deep before continuing. “I see the you who isn’t defined by a drum stick or a paintbrush. I see Ethan Chase—all of him. And I want him so much, because he’s amazing. And sexy. And funny. And smart.” I kissed him softly between each attribute. “He’s an amazing man.” I thrust my hips up and ground my clit against him. “And my God, he’s great in bed. And on counters.”
He chuckled and picked up the pace, punctuating each thrust with a roll of his hips, making sure to brush my swollen clit each time. “If you think he’s great in bed now, wait ’til you see what else he can do.”
“Bring it on, Mister Ethan.”
He thrust into me harder than ever, so deep I saw stars. “You asked for it, Miss Emily.”
Indeed, I did.
Chapter Thirty
Emily
“You promised.”
Ethan was flat on his back, one arm tucked under the pillow behind his head, the other cupping my cheek as I pouted from somewhere near his waist.
“I’m not stopping you, sweetheart. I’m telling you it’s okay to take a breather before we start round two. You must be exhausted after all that screaming.”
It was true; I’d screamed long and loud—a few times—when I finally came, after what felt like hours teetering on the brink. He’d kept me there on purpose, slowing down or changing up every time I was about to come.
I leaned down and flicked the head of his cock with my tongue, smiling when it twitched in response. “I don’t want a break.” I gripped him with my hand and stroked base to tip, giving the head a little squeeze. “I want you in my mouth.”
He groaned as he watched me, and his dick jerked in my hand.
“And every time you’re about to come, I’m gonna pull back. Over and over until you think you’ll go insane.” I swirled my tongue over the head, tasting salty pre-cum that made me moan.
“We’ll see.” He smirked. “One compromise, though.”
I quirked a brow.
“You can torture me to your heart’s content, if you can call sucking me off torture, but you’ll do it while straddling my face so I can eat you out.”
“A sixty-nine? That’s your compromise?”
“Yep. That way, we both get to play.”
“You already played, remember? The kitchen counter?”
“Oh, I remember. And I want another taste.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Why do I feel like you’re plotting something?”
He shrugged, looking innocent—which meant he was definitely up to something. “Just trying to compromise. You want me in your mouth, and I want you grinding your pussy on my face. Win-win.”
I almost whimpered. “When you talk like that…”
“It makes you want to ride my face?” He grinned, knowing that was exactly what it made me want to do.
Instead of verbally agreeing to his terms, I took his cock deep into my mouth and kept it there, swirling my tongue around the head even as I twisted my body into position over him. I never pulled back, never stopped sucking him while I moved to straddle his head.
His arms came around and gripped my ass as soon as I was into position, pulling me down until he sealed his mouth over my pussy. His tongue was relentless, lashing and lapping at my clit until I was moaning low in my throat—where his hot cock jerked in response to the vibration.
It was a battle to see which of us could outdo the other.
I’d take him balls-deep down my throat, and he’d spear his tongue in and out of my pussy so expertly my head swam.
I’d stroke his balls, tugging them until he gasped.
He’d deftly press one fingertip into my ass, just enough to make me squirm but not enough to completely breach the opening.
I lapped at the head of his cock as I pumped him with my hands, greedily devouring the pre-cum I squeezed from the tip.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and his tongue worked it so hard I got tears in my eyes.
I was so close to coming, but I fought it. And I could tell he was fighting it, too.
His hips were thrusting off the bed, begging for me to take him deeper, so I did. Over and over I took him so deep it stole my breath. I tugged his balls and did my very best tongue-acrobatics on his shaft.
And I pretended not to feel it when he thrust two fingers into me and started flicking my clit with his tongue. I ignored the insistent finger that probed my ass. I even ignored his low groan as it vibrated through my pussy and nearly sent me over the edge.
But I couldn’t ignore the distinctive pulse of his cock as he began to spurt down my throat. I was so distracted by what he was doing to me that I forgot to tease him.
Dammit.
And, oh my God!
He was sucking my clit so hard now, two fingers pumping mercilessly into my pussy and—oh fuck—he slid the other finger fully into my ass.
The orgasm that tore through me threatened to make me pass out. If not for his still spurting cock in my mouth, I would have screamed at a decibel that would have put my previous cries to shame. I could feel his tongue on my clit as it pulsed, my pussy and ass convulsing around his nimble fingers.
I swallowed all he gave me, moaning at both the intensity of my orgasm and the sensation of his cock pumping into my mouth. Even the flavor of his cum on my tongue was amazing. He tasted sweet somehow, and I found myself greedily sucking even after the last spasm, wanting more. I lapped at the tip until his hips bucked off the bed and he began pulling back.
Oops.
His cock was probably too sensitive, post-orgasm, for that kind of attention.
I didn’t want to stop. Seriously didn’t. But I figured I’d better since my legs were so rubbery I was in danger of collapsing on his face and smothering him.
I swung my leg over his head, and my vision swam as I sat up.
It took me a second to get over my lightheadedness, during which time, Ethan’s eyes never left mine. “You okay?”
“Yep. Just got dizzy for a second. Probably all that blood rushing back to my head.”
He chuckled and put his arm out, motioning for me to lie next to him.
I settled in at his side, my head resting on his shoulder and one arm draped across his chest. “That was…”
“Phenomenal? I know. I was there,” he chuckled.
“Actually, I was going to say sneaky.” I tweaked his nipple. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Make you come? Damn straight I did it on purpose.” His fingers trailed lightly over my hip. “And I’m planning to do it again.”
“Not complaining about the orgasm. Just the way you orchestrated the whole thing. You distracted me when I was trying to torture you.”
“I did.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry about it either.
“Cheater.”
Another shrug. “Not my fault you couldn’t handle it.”
I shoved his side and sat up, propping myself up on one elbow. “I could handle it just fine under normal circumstances. You used your entire arsenal to get me that turned on.”
“Not even close.” He smirked, shoving me to my back as he crawled on top of me. “Wanna see the stu
ff I held back?”
Before I could answer, he’d already moved down and locked his mouth over my pussy.
I said I didn’t want a break, and it looked like Ethan had no intention of giving me one.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ethan
“It’s late, go back to sleep,” Emily whispered.
I was only half-aware of reaching for her, but I must have been insistent, since she was pushing my arm down and pulling the covers up over me.
“I’ll be right back. I need to check the stove.” She leaned over and brushed her lips over mine. “Don’t steal my spot.”
Too late. As soon as she turned away, I shifted, spreading out until I could touch both edges of the bed. It was incredibly comfortable, Emily’s bed. And so warm where she’d just been.
Taking long breaths into her pillow, smiling at the scent of her that lingered there, I drifted off again.
I was awakened sometime later as she tried to crawl back into bed without disturbing me. My sprawled limbs were making that difficult, of course, and I purposely held my position to see what she’d do.
After a few gentle nudges that got her nowhere, she huffed under her breath and poked my side with two fingers, tickling me until my whole body balled up and I cringed away.
It was all I could do not to laugh, since I was supposed to be asleep.
She was smart; I had to give her that. I never would have thought to tickle my way back into bed.
A moment later, she was sighing and wrapping herself around me, gently pulling me onto my back so she could lie on my chest. She tugged the covers up over us and draped her arm across my belly, relaxing into me almost instantly.
Off in the distance, I could hear the click-click-click of Dammit’s paws on the wood flooring in the hallway. It got progressively closer, and a moment later, he hopped onto the foot of the bed.
Emily didn’t move or utter a word, so either she was asleep or she didn’t mind him crashing with us.
As long as he kept his teeth out of my ass, I was good with it, too.
I’d had a canine bedmate for a while myself, after Ryan…after the accident.
His dog Midnight—who was fiercely loyal to Ry and had never really warmed up to me—started sleeping in my bed right after the funeral.
I guess I was his consolation prize.
Not as good as Ryan but better than nothing.
Too bad my parents didn’t see it the way Midnight had. They preferred nothing.
After Ryan, they shut me out so thoroughly it was as if they didn’t realize they even had another son. Their grief consumed them so completely that there wasn’t room for anything else.
Not even me.
Not even as a consolation prize.
Not even when TotC hit the big time.
Not one word of praise.
Not one hug or slap on the back.
When we dedicated our first Grammy to Ryan’s memory, they weren’t there—though I’d tried to give them tickets to sit with the band.
They probably didn’t even watch the awards on TV.
Dammit had been curled up watching me, but when I started feeling that familiar burn in my chest, he must have picked up on it. He got up and quietly snuggled into my side, licking my arm when I draped it over him.
It was exactly what I needed.
All of it.
Emily on one side, Dammit on the other, and me in the middle, smiling even as I drifted back to sleep.
“What the hell is that?” Emily sat up in bed, the room around us still dark as Dammit jumped to attention and chuffed, looking toward the door.
“Hey, fucknut! Answer your phone!”
Was that Lennox’s voice?
I sat up and frowned, listening.
“Hey, fucknut! Answer your phone!”
“Son of a bitch! Lennox! I’ll kill him!” I threw the covers back and scrambled off the bed.
Emily was an equal mix of amused and annoyed. “That is his ringtone?”
“Hey, fucknut! Answer your phone!”
I tugged my boxers on, fuming. “It wasn’t, but clearly he got his hands on my phone and fuckery ensued.”
She groaned, dropping back onto the pillows. “How can you use words like ‘ensued’ this early in the morning?”
“Hey, fucknut! Answer your phone!”
I was halfway out the bedroom door when I said, “No idea. It just came to me, kind of like the murder plot that just popped into my head.”
Dammit was right on my heels, growling low in his little throat, ready to spring into action.
I looked down at him as I rounded the corner and headed into the living room.
“If ever there was an ass in need of biting, it’s Lennox’s. Remember that.”
“Hey, fucknut! Answer your—”
I snatched the phone up. “Goddammit, Lenn! What’s wrong with you? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yes, I know what time it is,” he slurred. “And I’m sleepy. Let me in.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
He blew out a breath, like he was exasperated. “I’ve been trying to get past your security for like fifteen minutes. They say you’re not answering your bell, and they won’t let me up. I have a headache, and I need to take a piss, and I really want to lay down.”
“Why the hell are you at my loft?”
“Because Kane, the fucking asshole, kicked me out of the suite, and I don’t even have my wallet. Kade and Aubrey are still out fucking in the park or whatever, so they’re no help. All I had on me was a twenty, so I couldn’t get my own roon—room. But it was enough to get a cab to your place. Now let me in.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Lennox, go back to the hotel and make Kane let you in. Apologize for whatever you did to piss him off, keep knocking until he has to let you in.”
“He barred the door, turned off his phone, and has fucking ear plugs in because he says even from the other room, my snoring keeps him up.”
“He kicked you out for snoring?”
“No, he kicked me out because he’s a prude. Apparently, me bringing home three girls was more than his delicate sensibilities could tolerate. He chased them off and then yelled at me for a solid hour before shoving me out the door.”
“First, it’s a two-bedroom suite, not The Playboy Mansion. Close quarters, dumbass. Orgies require your own room. And second, if you don’t pace yourself, you’re gonna whittle your dick down to a nub. Seriously, dude. Damn.”
“Lecture later, please. I need to piss and Gigantor here won’t let me into the building. Buzz. Me. In.”
“I’m. Not. Home.” I dropped down onto the couch and laid my head back. Dammit leaped into my lap and curled up, apparently deciding whatever was going on didn’t warrant his attention.
“So, you humped the art chick?”
“You’re such an ass, Lenn.”
“Does the guard have a spare key or something?”
“Nope.”
“Fuck.”
I blew out a breath, picking Dammit up off my lap and holding him as I stood. “Go back to the hotel. Bug Kane until he opens the door. Grovel for being such an inconsiderate prick, whatever you have to do to get back in. And worst-case scenario, sleep in the fucking hall until Kade and Aubrey show up.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “You should tell your security guy to lay off the ‘roids. He’s gonna shrink his nads.”
“You tell him, smartass.”
“Pass.”
“And Lenn?”
“What?”
“If you fuck with my phone again, I’m gonna cram your favorite bass up your ass.”
“Don’t you threaten Betsy that way. She’s a lady.”
“Touch my shit again and she’ll be a suppository.” I ended the call and turned off my phone until I had enough mental focus to fix the damn ringtone. I left it on the table and carried Dammit back to the bedroom, plopping him down on the end of the bed as I made my way around it.
I climbed under the covers and chuckled as she nestled in beside me. “Lennox is…well…”
“Trying to whittle his dick down to a nub?”
“Basically.”
“Do you need to go help him out?”
“Nope. He got himself into this, he can get himself out. I have no sympathy for him these days. Does the shit to himself.”
“Is he really that…active?”
“Active? Yeah, he’s the Tasmanian Devil of screwing.”
“Interesting,” she muttered, kissing my chest.
“More like annoying.”
She propped up on one elbow to look down at me. “Most guys who jump around like that do it for one of two reasons. Either they’ve never been in love, or they were in love and got their hearts broken. Which is Lennox?”
I considered for a minute. “The second one, though he’d swear it was the first.”
“What about you? Ever been in love?” she wasn’t asking in a leading kind of way, just curiosity.
“No.”
She blinked, taken aback. “You answered fast. You could have taken a second to think about it.”
I shrugged. “Nothing to think about. I’m pretty sure if I’d ever been in love before, I would have answered just as quickly with a yes. Either there is this instant image of a specific person in your mind when you hear that word, or there isn’t.”
I wasn’t telling her that her face flashed in my mind as soon as she asked the question, and my instant ‘no’ had been a knee-jerk reaction because I knew I couldn’t be in love with her this fast.
No matter what my instincts were telling me.
“You have a point. Certain words trigger specific images to pop into your head. Like with me, whenever I hear the word ‘distant’ I think of my mom.”
“Me too.” Shit, I didn’t intend to say that.
I could feel her eyes on me, but she didn’t ask any probing questions. Instead, she snuggled in closer and patted Dammit’s head. “You know he’s supposed to sleep in the living room, right?”
