That’s a good girl.
Speaking of the magic words…
I began panting as I took him in over and over, and he kept playing me like a fiddle. He rubbed my clit in persistent circles with two fingers and pushed me closer to another cliff.
My knees hurt after a while, and he probably noticed. He changed our positions again, and soon, I was flat on my back, and he was fucking me into the mattress with one of my legs over his shoulder.
I gasped and screwed my eyes shut. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t want him to stop. I’d lose it if he teased me now. He reached so deep when my leg was up, and I could literally hear how wet I was.
He was multitasking enough as it was, so I took over and rubbed my clit, and he definitely liked the sight of that. He peered down between us as he fucked me harder, and he shook his head.
“I’m not sure I can get enough of this, Natalie.”
I shuddered and dug my head into the pillow, back arching, pleasure coursing, and those needy sounds falling out with every thrust.
“You’re almost there,” he murmured, out of breath. “Let me see you lose it.”
“So close,” I moaned. “Fuck, Ethan. Ethan, I—oh my God.” I sucked in a breath as I lost the fight, and then I was coming again.
He groaned and jackhammered into me, fueling my orgasm, and he was close too. Right there. His thrusts became irregular before he slammed into me. He buried his face against my neck and latched on, sucking on my flesh while the sensation of his scruff made me shiver and drew out the last of my climax.
In the end, I had nothing more to give, and I collapsed and melted into the mattress with him on top of me. Lungs burning, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart thundering.
“Jesus fuck,” he exhaled.
He gently released my leg and lowered it, then pressed his lips to my temple.
I shivered and tilted my head, needing a kiss, and he smiled and gave it to me.
“I…” I took a breath. “I don’t think I can get enough of this either. Enough ofyou.”
That seemed to keep the smile in place. “Good, because I’m keeping you.” He withdrew his cock slowly, but I still winced at the soreness. “It’s possible I overheard you and your sister on the phone today.”
“What?” I chuckled, confused.
He smirked, but there was no cockiness to it. More like, he wasn’t sure how I was going to react, so he braced himself. At the same time, he got out of bed and folded down the duvet.
“Get under,” he instructed. “I’m gonna trap you under the covers so you can’t escape if you get mad at me.”
I had no idea what I’d be mad about. Overhearing a conversation—what conversation? Oh, wait. I had talked to Chloe right before Ethan showed up.
I switched positions and snuck under the softest duvet known to man.
“I saw the door was open when I passed earlier, and it bugged me,” he said. “I was ready to give you the business on safety when I heard you joke about breaking up Gray and Darius so you wouldn’t have to see me.”
“Oh no.” I smacked a hand over my face and cringed with mortification. “I’m so embarrassed, Ethan.”
“Okay, stick with that—and ignore the fact that I creeped on you,” he went on. “Obviously, I listened in. But then…”
And then. Yeah.
I peeked through my fingers, not too surprised to see the satisfaction in his expression.
“You overheard me telling Chlo that I was too hooked on a Quinn,” I stated.
He grinned and snuck under the covers too, right next to me. “You fucking bet.” He leaned in and kissed the hand that I refused to remove from my face. “Made my day too. I’ve been trying to get closer to you for a long time. But all those mixed signals you sent me…”
I groaned and buried my face in the pillow instead. “Don’t remind me. I’ve been acting all erratic.”
