by S J Batsford
His eyes fall away as he sucks my clit between his lips. Scorching heat engulfs me, a sheen of sweat coats my skin as he works my body. My fingers pulling at his hair, I grind frantically against him.
His palm pins me to the bed as my vision blurs and my body trembles violently. The pleasure is almost painful. “Ethan... I’m… Oh god,” I groan loudly, grasping his hair painfully, grinding against him as I explode. “Yes... Oh fuck, Ethan!” I yell.
When I open my eyes Ethan’s braced over me. His beautifully sculpted arms bulging. His tight body pressed against me, ready for business, if the erection laying against my hip is any indication.
Hot, hard, and twitching with the need to come. Sliding my hand down his chest, I trail my fingers along his belly, smiling when I reach my goal. His head drops as my fingers wrap around his cock, hearing him moan is the sexiest thing ever.
My preparation, has taken a toll on him, so I take over, flipping him onto his back and climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. Rubbing against him, my clit rubbing against his bell-end, and along the length of his cock, feeling every ridge and vein throb.
Placing my hands on his chest, without a thought I thrust faster, losing myself in the moment. “I need to be inside you.” Ethan breaths, clutching my hips, moving me faster.
“Oh shit, you’re dripping all over me. Umm...” his voice drives me crazy and I circle my hips, sinking onto him a couple of inches. I gasp, heat blasting through me as he stretches me. I wiggle trying to dispel the twinge of discomfort. “Shit, babe. Don’t move.” Ethan grunts sounding pained.
I look at him, his face is flushed and tight, his eyes glassy and his chest is heaving. “I’m sorry,” I try to move off him, but his vice grip on my hips stills me.
“No. No, don’t... Just give me a second. God, you’re tight and wet and hot, if you move right now…. I’ll explode,” he groans, feeling me getting wetter. His grip loosens, his hand sliding up, cupping my breast, tweaking my nipple.
I gasp, involuntarily pushing down harder on him. Trembling from the pleasure/pain. “Fuck. Lily... Am I hurting you?” he pants, unsure. Just looking at him makes me forget the discomfort. His muscles strain as he restrains the need to pound into me.
“No… I need more,” I groan, clenching my muscles around him.
“Ah, baby... That feels amazing,” he grunts.
Bending his knees, he urges me back. “Lean back, you’ve got a lot more to go.” I groan, wiggling.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” My body feels full, stretched to the max. And he’s telling me he has more?
“You can do it, you’ll love it when you get used to taking all of me,” he says breathlessly.
“I don’t think anyone could ever get used to taking all of you,” I pant, wincing as I take a little more.
“You can, I’m all yours,” he growls, pressing on my clit, while rolling his hips.
I circle my hips digging my nails into his chest. “That’s it baby, take me. God, Lily.” He moans, his head tipping back looking amazing.
My Adonis. My ultimate. Mine.
The last thought drives me a little crazy and I push all the way down, crying out at the instant stab of pain.
“Shit. Lily, are you okay? Baby…. You shouldn’t have done that,” he admonishes me, his voice shaking, taking deep breaths, I open my eye to his worried face.
“I’m fine. God, you feel amazing,” I pant squeezing, his breath stutters.
“Ah, Lily. Shit. You feel…” he wheezes squeezing my hips.
“Babe. I’ve got to move, I’m ready to burst,” he groans circling his hips. Causing sparks to shoot through my core.
I moan rocking on him. “Yes, Lily, like that…. Don’t stop…” he shouts loudly, I smile at his flushed face, rocking a little faster.
Sitting up, he takes my lips in a hot kiss, I suck his tongue into my mouth, feeling his dick twitch inside me. He moans breaking our kiss, panting.
“I… So tight. I… Can’t wait anymore, I need…” he gulps, his face tight, I nod, and I’m flipped to my back before I can blink, all without breaking contact.
Pinning my hands above my head, he starts to move in and out slowly, enjoying the tight grip of my body. The sheen of sweat coating his face drips down his temples, his breathing erratic.
“Ethan, faster.” I gasp, the pressure of my impending orgasm causing my legs to shake.
He picks up the pace, but it’s still too gentle. “Harder. It’s okay, let go. You won’t hurt me, take me with you.”
My words snap what’s left of his self-control. He slams into me. Hitting just the right spot. “Ethan,” I yell, shattering. “Shit, Lily, baby.” He groans into my ear, clutching me tightly as he comes.
I blink feeling relaxed, tingly and happy. I stroke Ethan’s sweaty back. “Are you okay?” I ask gently, combing my fingers through his hair. Looking up his face is flushed and eyes shining.
“Yeah… I’m awesome right now,” he breathes, making me giggle.
He twitch’s and lengthens inside me. My eyes widen. “You... No way. You cannot be ready… Again?” I stutter astonished.
“I can and I am. I’m not that old you know,” he says slightly affronted. I squeeze my muscles, making him gasp.
“Oh, I know. It’s a good thing you have stamina. You’re definitely going to need it. That was incredible,” I sigh, blushing.
“How can you be blushing? After what we just did? It was amazing. It’s never been like that before,” he says, looking at me.
I look at him biting my cheek, wondering if he’s telling me the whole truth, he’s lied before… Well, omitted some details.
“I’m not lying to you, Lily. I am sorry though, you were a virgin, I should have gone slower, been more gentle, but you drive me crazy.” Guilt written all over his face.
“No, I loved it the way it was.” I smile happily.
“It did feel amazing being inside my future wife and mother of my kids,” he says wistfully, then paling realising what he said. I close my eyes to the blast of pain, my bliss and relaxation gone just like that.
Pulling out, he moves off me to the side. “Shit,” he mutters, I look at him puzzled.
“I just need time, okay? To get used to the idea of you having a baby with someone else. I’m sorry,” I croak, turning into him. I’m shocked, seeing the look of horror on his face.
“Just give me time, I’ll get used to it. I'll be there and stand by your side, through it all like I said. I promise,” the words burst from me.
“No,” he breathes and I blanch.
What the fuck? No? After everything he’s put me through. He expects me to just be okay, with him having a kid with someone else.
“What do you mean no? Oh, so I’m supposed to just be okay with the fact that my future “husband” has fathered a baby with another woman? Well, it’s not that easy, Ethan,” I snap angrily. Jumping off my bed, I run into the bathroom and lock the door.
Splashing cold water over my face, I look at myself in the mirror. I’m a mess, my hair is everywhere, I’m flushed, my lips are red and plump. I blink as my eyes coat with tears. Taking a series of deep breaths, I try to calm myself.
My eyes widen to the size of saucers in the mirror, as liquid trickles down my thighs. “Shit, shit, shit.” I hiss, pissed at myself for only just realising. We forgot protection.
I just had unprotected sex, with a man that isn’t fully mine. A man who is already having one unplanned baby with someone else. Fuck.
Panic chokes me, with every second that passes. What am I going to do? I take deep breaths, trying to think. Sitting on the toilet, head in hands, thinking. When my next period is due?
“Lily,” I jump at the knock. “Come out, please. We need to talk, from the sounds coming from in there, you just realised what I did when I pulled out.” He sighs, waiting. Well, I better put on my big girl panties on and go talk to him.
Opening the door, I pull my robe tight around me, like a
shield. Looking at him hesitantly, he has his jeans on, but still bare chested, head in his hands, waiting. Hearing my approach his head snaps up.
“Babe, you got it all wrong, I know you need time, but right now we need to talk about what just happened. Are you on the pill or anything?” I shake my head. “I had no need to be,” I state obviously.
“Okay, so what are the odds that you could become pregnant from this?” he asks gently. I bite my cheek, not wanting to be the second person to throw him through a loop today.
“It’s okay, Lily. You can tell me, this is my fault not yours.”
It breaks my heart seeing him beat himself up over this. It was my fault, I was on top, I was in control.
I grasp his face, forcing him to look me in the eye. His arms wind around my back, holding me securely as if to stop me from running.
“Hey. This isn’t your fault. We were caught up in the moment, and I was on top if anyone is to blame, it’s me. I forgot the Johnnie.” Raising his eyebrows, he smirks.
“Johnnie?” he laughs.
“I mean condom,” I say, turning a brighter red.
“I know, I’m just teasing. But this is still my fault, you were a virgin. I should have thought. Prepared.”
I hug him to me, loving his caring words. “Let’s just say then that it’s both our faults,” I reason. Brushing his hair back and kissing his nose. “And to answer your question, it’s the perfect time for me to get pregnant.” I wince, at the thought of telling Nan and Mace…
“I’m so sorry, Lily. What are we going to do? If you do get... Pregnant?” He swallows hard.
“Well, it’s going to be hard, but I won’t be getting an abortion. I don’t believe in those. Nan’s not going to be pleased, nor is Mason. He’s going to be pissed.” I drift off, feeling the weight of everything that could go wrong with this weighing me down.
“What are you going to do? Are we still okay?” I ask anxiously awaiting his answer.
“What do you mean? What am I going to do? You don’t think… I won’t leave you either way. If we made a baby tonight, he’s mine, Lily, you both are. Mine.” He growls, flattening a hand possessively across my belly. As if it were already confirmed. Tears prick my eyes, at the furious longing in his eyes.
“I know, it’s rushing, with you at school and we have all this stuff, but… I want there to be a baby. I want a son or daughter, born out of what we just shared. I want a baby with you…” he rushes breathlessly. Absently rubbing my belly.
“Ethan” I sigh, overwhelmed by love, longing for a mini Ethan.
I grasp the back of his head, so he’s looking at me. “I love you so much. I want a baby with you too. A part of you, to feel him or her grow and kick,” I stop, catching my breath.
“But, there are a lot of things going on right now. It’s just…” He pulls me so I’m straddling him and kisses the shit out of me, until I forget everything.
“Lily, I love you, and I know what you’re saying is true, but it may have already happened, so how would you feel about trying for this baby?” He rushes out looking hopeful. I blink staring open mouthed at him.
“In the midst of all this. You want to actively try for a baby?” He nods, tightening his arms, as my heart beats rapidly, my brain throwing questions at me so fast, I feel dizzy.
“Yes, it’s soon and fast and probably a stupid idea. But since it may well have already happened. Why wait? I know you’re it for me, I will marry you. You will be my Wife and the mother of all my babies.”
It’s so hard to think. He makes it sound so simple.
“What about all the other stuff…. where would we live? When would we marry? What about school?” Questions flow from me in rapid succession.
“I’m sorting that. We can get married as soon as you want. We’ll live in my apartment or buy a new house. Big enough for said babies. As for school, that’s your choice, I have money, plenty of it. You don’t need to worry…. I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life next to you.”
“Ethan, I want that too, you know that. But this seems rushed. You may have two babies due a couple of months apart. I’m only eighteen, I can be a royal pain in the arse. You don’t know, you may change your mind.”
He smirks, his hands moving over me, one holding my thigh, lifting me a little so I hover over him. The connection we shared sparking as I kiss his gorgeous mouth.
He breaks the kiss, pulling me back to him, sliding slowly onto him.
“Ah, Ethan,” I breathe, as my head falls back, surrendering to him. He hisses, as my body accepts more of him.
Pulling my head up, he looks into my eyes. “Does this answer your question? I know all that and still, I want to put a precious baby inside my, sexy, gorgeous, pain in the ass, young. Soon to be wife,” he punctuates his words with thrusts of his hips.
My head lolls to the side, as I gasp for air. He lays open mouthed kisses along my throat, opening my robe.
“Ride me baby.” He pants, laying back, clasping my hips. I use his thighs as leverage, to move slowly up and down, taking my time, making him crazy.
“Faster baby, I need to feel you come. I want you to drain me…” his voice dying as I slam down on him.
We’re hot, sweaty and almost there, when his phone starts ringing. No. This can’t be happening.
“Ignore, it,” Ethan pants, moving me faster. “Ah, babe, I’m…” I’m cut off by the door slamming downstairs.
“E? You up there? Answer your damn phone!” Mace shouts, and to my horror I hear him coming up the stairs.
I scramble trying to get off of Ethan, to be flipped effortlessly onto my back. He puts his finger to my lips, grabbing our phones. Switching them off and start moving again.
“What are you doing? Mace is just out there…” I hiss into his ear.
“We’re almost done. I’m not letting you out of here without finishing, I need to come,” he hisses, when my insides clench involuntarily.
A loud knock has my eyes widening, even as Ethan moves slowly inside me. “I know you’re in there. Get your asses out here!” Mace Shouts, banging again.
“Oh shit. I’m going to come, and your brothers on the other side of the door,” I grate, trying to hold off.
Ethan chuckles, picking up the pace. “The faster you let go, the faster we can face him,” he tells me, lifting, changing angles.
And god, it helps. “Yes… E, right there. Oh fuck, yes.” I grasp his ribs, feeling them flex sets me off. “Oh god!” I groan loudly. Ethan grunts and whispers my name as he lets go.
“Eww. Please tell me I did not just hear what I think I heard,” Mace groans, his gagging noises following him downstairs.
I laugh so hard at the horror in his tone, I snort. Ethan shakes laughing into my chest.
“It’s not funny. How am I supposed to face him now, he’s heard me come all over his brother?”
Ethan smiles smugly. “You were rather loud at the end there. ‘Oh god!’” He mimics.
“You arse.” I hiss, pinching said arse to emphasise my point.
“Oh, you don’t want to do that. Unless you want to go another round.” He drives home his point by circling his hips, he’s still semi-hard.
“God, are you a machine? Move your fine arse off of me, your brother is waiting.” “Okay. But, we’re not finished here,” he assures pulling out, kissing my belly.
~*~
Emerging from the bathroom, my room looks normal again. My eyes drift to Ethan, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shoes. He looks delicious, his face flushed with exertion, lips swollen and parted. His eyes shine at me, he looks happier than I have seen him.
“I just need to grab some clothes. Why don’t you go down and I’ll meet you in a few minutes?” I blush from the look he shoots me.
“I don’t think so. I think, I’ll wait right here, and make myself comfy,” his tone amused, as he scoots back making himself comfy. Hands behind head, knees bent and parted, his eyes burning intent on me.
Well, if he wants a floor show… I think slowly peeling the towel off, letting it drop to the floor. The gratifying sound of his breath hitching, is my reward. I look at him, and he hasn’t moved an inch.
My gaze caresses his gorgeous face and body, not missing his substantial bulge. Pleasure rolls through me, it makes me feel more confident, I wonder how far I can push before he cracks.
Hiding a small smile, I walk over to my draws. Open the top one, purposefully keeping my back to him and pulling out my most, sexy underwear, bending I pull on my black lace thong and slide on my matching demi bra, which cups me perfectly and holds my ample breasts up. Tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
I know Ethan is right behind me. Smothering a smug smile, I turn into a fine chest encased in a thin shirt.
“Lily,” he groans, his eyes lit with barely leashed hunger. He reaches for me at the same second Mace yells. For us to “move our asses.” I rub his chest in mock regret.
“Sorry, baby, your brother wants us,” I say sweetly. Laughing inside at the face he pulls.
“How am I meant to go down there and deal with whatever Mason wants, when you’ve done this to me?” he whines, placing my hand over his hard-on.
I lick my lips I give him a quick squeeze before letting go. Turning I bend down to retrieve some shorts and a top from a drawer.
My arse rubbing against him. He groans stilling my hips and smack my butt cheek firmly.
“When we’re done down there, we’re coming back to bed, so we can finish this, okay?” I nod, unable to speak.
“It’s your own fault, I asked you to go down before me,” I remind him breathlessly.
“And miss that show? Hell no! Come on, we better go before he comes back up,” he says, giving my other cheek a smack.
~*~
Chapter Ten
We walk into the living room, holding hands, smiling.
“Finally,” Mason explodes. “What the hell took so long?” he snaps.
My smile drops. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Ethan asks.
