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Ethan drove us to a gorgeous glass building sitting high above the London skyline of previous centuries, modern but reminiscent of pre-war Britain in an elegant way.
“Good evening, Mr. Blackstone.” The uniformed doorman greeted Ethan and nodded politely toward me.
“Evening, Claude,” he returned smoothly. The pressure of his hand, ever present on my back propelled me forward into the open elevator. As soon as the doors closed us in he spun me and crushed his lips down on mine. It was just like the Shires Building all over again and I felt the punch of arousal hit me hard between my thighs. And I was starting to get a clearer picture of my companion as well. Reserved in public, Ethan was all proper gentleman and restraint, but behind closed doors? Look. Out.
His hands were all over me this time. I didn’t resist as he backed me into a corner. His touch warmed and made me soar both at once. He dragged his prickly whiskers down my neck and pushed his hand up my blouse to cup a breast. I gasped at the feel of his hot hands roaming as they made purposeful strides toward knowing my body. I arched into him, my chest thrusting out, pushing my breast further into his hand. He found my nipple through the lace and tugged.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Brynne. I’m dying for you,” he spoke against my neck, his breath tickling my flesh.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened to an elderly couple waiting to get on. They took one look at us and passed on the lift. I tried to push back from him, to put some space between our bodies. For the second time today, I found myself panting for Ethan like a harlot, out in the open for all and sundry to see me.
“Not here, please, Ethan.”
His hand left my breast and reappeared from where it had been under my shirt. He brought it to rest on my neck. I felt his thumb start moving in a slow circle right under my chin. And then he smiled at me.
Ethan looked happy as he took my hand with his free one and brought it to his lips for a kiss. Damn, I loved when he did that.
“You’re right, and I apologize. Do you forgive me, Miss Bennett? I am afraid you make me forget where I am. ”
My belly flipped down low with an ache. I nodded at him because I couldn’t do anything else, and whispered, “It’s okay.” The elevator, bless its mechanical heart, kept moving us closer to his floor. I wondered what he would do as soon as he got me inside his apartment. Ethan had me totally under his spell and I was pretty sure he knew it too.
Finally the lift stopped at the top floor, the soft settling made my belly roll again as Ethan put his hand on me. The man was tactile—always touching if he could get away with it.
He used his key to unlock the carved oak doors and pushed one open, ushering me into his private space. It was a beautiful room, lighter than I would expect for a man. The main room sported a grey and cream palette, lots of wood and mouldings and decorative elements for such a modern space.
“This is beautiful, Ethan. Your home is lovely.”
Ethan shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it over a couch. Taking my hand in his, he led me over to a wall of windows and a balcony that looked out onto the breathtaking city lights of London.
But then he turned me away from the view out the glass doors to face him, and took a few steps backward. He just stared at me for a moment.
“But nothing is as beautiful as you standing here, right now, in my house, in front of me.” He shook his head, looking almost desperate. “Nothing compares.”
I felt the overwhelming urge to cry for some reason. Ethan was so intense and my poor brain was struggling to take everything in as he started moving toward me, slowly, like a predator. I’d seen the move before. He could go fast, slow, hard, gentle—any way, and make it look effortless.
My heart rate sped up as he came closer. When just inches from me, he stopped and waited. I had to lift my head to meet his eyes. So much taller than me, I could see his chest lifting with his own rapid breathing. It felt good to know he was as affected by this attraction as I was.
“I’m not beautiful like that…it’s just the camera lens,” I said.
He reached for my green sweater, undid the button, and slid it down off my back until it landed with a soft swish onto his shiny oak floor.
“You’re wrong, Brynne. You’re beautiful all the time.” He went for the hem of my silky black shirt and drew it up over my head. I lifted my arms to help him.
In my black lace push up bra I stood before him as he devoured me with passionate blue eyes. He brushed over my shoulders and traced over the swell of my breast with the back of his fingertips. The reverent touching made me ache for more and I couldn’t keep still any longer.
“Ethan…” I leaned forward into the stroking of his fingers.
“What, baby? What do you want?” He tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck. He kissed me there. The combination of his facial hair and those soft lips were electrifying. The pleasurable feelings grew to the point where I was totally lost to need. The point of no return had passed for me. I wanted him. Badly.
“I want—I want to touch you.”
I brought my hands up to his white dress shirt and loosened his deep purple tie. He held me loosely and stared as I unknotted the silk, tight as a bowstring ready to snap. My fingers worked at the knot and in a minute I had his tie slipping loose to join my green sweater on the floor. I started unbuttoning his shirt.
He hissed when my fingers touched his exposed skin.
“Fuck yes! Touch me.”
I pushed his fine white shirt off him to the growing pile on the floor. I looked at his bare chest for the first time and nearly wept. Ethan was tight with muscles and washboard abs that melted into the most erotic V-cut I’d ever seen on a man.
I leaned forward and touched my lips to the middle of his chest. He put his hands on either side of my head and held me to him, like he would never let go. His strength and dominance was pretty clear. When it came to sex, Ethan was the one in charge. And strangely, it soothed me to understand this. I was safe with him.
He moved down to kneeling, his hands sliding down my hips and then my legs. When he got to my shoes he tugged on first one and then the other and removed them sweetly from my feet. His hands skimmed back up to the waist of my linen pants. He pulled the string and loosened the tie and then dragged them to the floor. He steadied my legs while I stepped out of the crumpled heap of linen and then he kissed me right above the waist of my panties. My belly fluttered some more and the ache between my legs got stronger. Ethan brought his fingers to the black lace and slipped them under the elastic. He drew downward and then they were off me.
Bare to his eyes, he stared at my pussy and he made a noise, very primal and very urgent and then he looked up at my face again. “Brynne…you’re so beautiful I can’t—fuck I can’t wait—”
He feathered his fingers over my stomach and hips and pulled me forward to his lips and pressed them right on my bare mound. I shivered from the intimate touch that held me captive, waiting for what came next.
He stood back up and placed my hands deliberately on his waist. I got his message loud and clear. I started to work on his belt and then his slacks. He looked impressive. The ridge inside his boxers was impossible to ignore as his pants came down. He growled when my hand brushed over the thin black silk covering his straining cock. As I bent down to focus my efforts on removing him from his clothes, he unhooked the clasp on the back of my bra and pulled it away. I was totally naked.
“I won’t stay the night here, Ethan. Promise you’ll take me home after.”
He scooped me up and started carrying me out of the room. “I want you to stay with me. Once won’t be enough—not with you.” He kicked open a door and brought me into a bedroom. His face looked wild and desperate. “I need to fuck you first, and then I’ll go slow. Give me tonight. Let me make love to you tonight, beautiful Brynne.” He hovered over my face. “Please.”
“But I can’t stay the ni—”
His mouth swallowed my protest
s as he stretched me out on his soft, plush bed and started touching my body. Kissing my body. Heating my body until any conscious thought I had before this point fled my brain and kept on going. I was breaking my rules and I was very aware of that fact as Ethan’s tongue swirled over my hardened nipples, alternating between little scrapes of teeth followed by soft stroking to soothe what he’d done.
The contrast from the brush of whiskers on his goatee to the caress of his soft lips made me soar. I felt like I would orgasm just from what he was doing. The pleasure made me cry out and arch. My legs scissored as he worked on my breasts, unable to keep still, I was wild and abandoned beneath Ethan. He felt so good I couldn’t regret this decision. All my reservations deferred to the exquisite workout he was giving my body and fled without another thought.
Being naked is not terrifying for me. I’ve done it a lot for the modeling and I know that men find my shape pleasing. It’s the intimacy that is harder for me to process. So when Ethan says a thing like ‘let me make love to you, beautiful Brynne’ I knew I didn’t have a chance.
“Ethan?” I cried out his name.
“I know, baby. Let me take care of you.” He pulled back from my breasts and put his hands on the inside of my knees and opened me up. Totally spread before him, he stared down at my sex for the second time tonight. “Christ, you’re beautiful…I want a taste of that.”
And then he put his mouth on me. That soft tongue rolled over my clit and my folds and caressed. I could feel his goatee pricking the sensitive flesh as I writhed against his lips and tongue. I would come in a second and there was no stopping it. There was no stopping Ethan. He took what he wanted.
“I’m coming…”
“The first of many times, baby,” he said from down between my legs.
And then two of his long fingers pushed their way inside me and started stroking. “You’re tight,” he rasped, “but when it’s my cock in you, you’ll be tighter, won’t you, Brynne?” He kept finger fucking me and flicking his tongue over my clit. “Won’t you?” He asked again, this time more forceful.
I felt the rush, the tightening begin deep inside my belly as it started. “Yes!” I cried out in a push of air, knowing he expected an answer.
“Come for me then. Come for me, Brynne!”
And I did, the experience unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t do anything else but come. Ethan pushed me to the edge and then caught me when I went over. I crested the wave of ecstasy pinned down with his fingers deep in my pussy holding me there. It was shattering in its brilliance and I could do nothing but accept what he gave me.
His fingers slipped out of me and I heard the sound of a packet being ripped open. I watched him roll the condom down his thick, beautiful, rigid, cock. The part of him that would be deep inside me in a minute, and I shivered in expectation.
He lifted his blue eyes to mine and whispered, “Now, Brynne. Now I’m having you.”
I sobbed at the image of him mounting me, the anticipation so great I was barely coherent.
Ethan loomed over me, the head of his penis tipped inside my pussy already, burning hot and hard as bone. His hips forced me wider as he sank his cock down deep and true. He took my mouth, thrusting his tongue simultaneous in movement with his intrusion down low. I was taken by Ethan Blackstone in his bed. Totally and irrevocably.
I rode the wave as Ethan rode me. He did it hard at first. Pounding pulls in and out of my soaked core that went a little deeper on every stroke. I felt myself striving toward another orgasm.
The veins on his neck bulged as he propped himself up to get at me from another angle.
I squeezed my pussy around his pummeling cock while he worked me hard. He made all kinds of sounds and whispered dirty talk about how good it felt to fuck me. It just made me wilder.
“Ethan!” I shouted his name, coming a second time, my body in total surrender of his much larger and harder one as I shook and writhed in abandon.
He didn’t stop. He kept on drilling me until it was his turn to orgasm. Neck straining, eyes burning, he took me harder still. I stretched to accommodate his length and girth as he grew a little tighter. I knew he was close.
I squeezed the walls of my vagina as forcefully as I had ever done and felt him go rigid. Groaning out a guttural noise that sounded like a cross between my name and a war cry, Ethan shuddered over me with his blue eyes glowing in the dim of the room. He never took his eyes from mine when he came inside me.
5
Ethan still kept his eyes on me. Even after we settled down from the rush of the sex, and after he’d left my body. He pulled off the condom, tied it and got rid of the evidence. But then he was right back, facing me again, his eyes moving over me, looking for my reaction to what we’d just done together.
“Are you all right?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my lips, tracing them ever so gently.
I smiled at him and answered in a slow voice, “Uh huh.”
“I’m not even close to being finished with you yet.” He dragged his hand down my neck, over a breast, across my hip to rest on my stomach. “That was—so amazing, I don’t—I don’t want this to be over.” He left his hand splayed there and leaned forward to kiss me slowly and thoroughly, almost reverently. I could tell he was going to ask for something. “Are you—do take birth control, Brynne?”
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips. I was right. He would be surprised at the reason but I wasn’t sharing that information tonight.
“I want—I want to come inside you. I want to be here with nothing in between.” He pressed his fingers in my slick folds and stroked back and forth. “Right here.”
His words were a surprise though. Most men didn’t want to take the chance. My body reacted to his touch without volition, unable to keep from flexing toward his fingers. A sound of pleasure came from my throat.
“My corporation—regular medicals for everyone—we have to be fit, including me. I can show you the report, Brynne, I’m clean I promise,” he said, nuzzling at my neck and sliding long purposeful fingers over my tingling clit.
“But what if I’m not?” I panted.
He frowned and stilled his hand. “How long had it been since you’ve…been with someone?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, a long time.”
He narrowed his eyes just a fraction. “Like a week-long time, or months-long time?”
A week is so not a long time. Why I answered him, I have no idea other than it was part and parcel of what you got with Ethan. He demanded answers, he asked pointed questions, he just had a way about him that was nearly impossible for me to ignore when he probed into places I didn’t want him to go. “Months,” was my answer and as detailed as he would get right now.
His face relaxed. “So…is that a yes?” He rolled fully on top of me and trapped my hands intertwined with his, his knees splitting my legs wide open so he could settle in between them. “Because I want you again. I want in you again. I want to make you come with my cock so deep you’ll never forget I was there. I want to come inside you, Brynne, and feel that with you.” I could feel him huge right now; hard, hot, probing me, and ready to sink in all the way. And vulnerable as I was beneath him, in this moment I’d never felt more secure.
He kissed me deep, his tongue claiming me like before. It was a demonstration of what he wanted to do with his cock. I understood him very clearly most of the time. Ethan was not confusing in the slightest.
“I trust you, Ethan, and you won’t get me pregnan—”
“Fuck…yeeees,” he moaned on a thick slide of his bare cock against the still tingling walls of my sex. “Oh, baby, you feel so good. I’m—I am so fucking lost in you right now…”
And that was how it went with him the second time. He moved slower this round, more controlled like he wanted to savor the experience. It was no less satisfying either because Ethan made me come more times until I was nothing but a limp vessel for his driving flesh.
He felt bigger inside me, harder,
his balls slapping my drenched slit with every slide, and then he froze, his spine curving on a beautiful downward penetration that connected us so deeply I felt he was a part of me in that instant.
Ethan choked out my name and stayed buried just like he’d said he wanted to, and then a few, small, short jerks to milk everything from his tip until he stopped completely, breathing heavy and still between my legs.
He sucked lightly at my neck as I stroked over his back, the smooth muscles hot and damp with sweat. The room smelled like sex and whatever his delicious cologne was. I really needed to find out the name of it. I felt uneven ridges under my fingertips. Lots of them. Like scars? He shifted off me and my hands fell away. I knew better than to ask.
But he didn’t go far. Ethan moved to his side and propped himself up and stared at me some more. “Thank you for that,” he whispered, tracing my face with one fingertip, “and for trusting me.” He smiled at me again. “I love that you’re here in my bed.”
“How long has it been since someone was in this bed with you, Ethan?” If he could ask, then so could I.
He grinned, looking very smug. “It’s been since…never, my darling. I don’t bring women here.”
“Last I checked I was a woman.”
He raked suggestive eyes over my body before answering. “Definitely a woman.” He met my eyes. “But still, I don’t bring other women here.”
“Oh…” I sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheet to my breasts. How in the hell is that not a lie? “That surprises me. I would think that you’d get more offers than you could possibly use.”
He tugged the sheet down and revealed my breasts. “Don’t destroy my view, please and the operative word is use, my sweet. I don’t care for being used and women use men just as often as the other way ‘round.” He curled up beside me against the headboard and traced over a breast with one finger. “But I don’t mind if you use me. You get a special pass.”
I snorted and removed his hand. “You are far too handsome for your own good, Ethan—and you know it. That British charm will not get you a free pass with me on any day.”