His hands slid up my thighs, his breath brushing me before his mouth did, and then I was gone. His fingers were in me, and I couldn’t stop moaning. “I need you to be mine, and not just for tonight.”
My hands grabbed his hair, the sheets, anything solidI could find as I came. It was loud, hips shaking against his face. He didn’t stop. He wanted every last drop of me. He stood up, started stroking himself as he watched me breathe. So, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me. “Liv, fuck, don’t stop.”
I couldn’t have if I tried. He throbbed on my tongue, his voice breaking as he said my name repeatedly. Then his hips jerked, and he was finishing, hot down my throat. I swallowed every drop because I could, and more so, because I wanted to. He stared at me like I’d just knocked the wind out of him. “Jesus, Liv. What am I supposed to do with you?” His voice wasn’t demanding anymore. It was pleading.
And I knew exactly what I wanted him to do next.
CHAPTER THIRTY
ETHAN
She’s lookingat me like this is fun for her, like she wanted this side of me. She’s not scared; she’s amused, almost daring me to keep going. She laughs once, nervous and breathless, and the sound cuts right through me. For a second, I see past it, the front, the control, and there’s something small and breakable underneath.
I grab her thighs with one hand, and with the other, I grab one of her breasts and start playing with her nipple. She is soaked, clutching the bed, and gasping for air. Then I stop. She lifts her head, confused. “Ethan, what the hell?—”
I don’t answer. I look at her and grab her by the neck. I slide two fingers inside of her, and she fucking loses it. She whimpers. “Oh, fuck.” She’s trembling, her back arches, hips rocking against my hand. I press my palm against her, curl my fingers, and she’s shaking again.
I stop when I feel she’s almost done, grab her thighs,and put my mouth on her. She's squirting like she's never done before. She is a mess. She’s soaking wet, her eyes are watery, unfocused, like she’s caught somewhere between wanting to speak and forgetting how. She’s trembling, breath coming fast, every inhale uneven. She is flushed, but she wants more. I can see it. “I can’t even think right now,” she says, her voice rough and low.
“On your knees, face down. I want your ass up.” She hesitates.
“Now, Liv.” She shifts, and I guide her into position, one hand steady on her hip, the other sliding between her shoulder blades. And then I’m inside her, deep, slow, all the way in.
I grip her wrists behind her back, controlled, firm, but careful. “You take me so well, Liv.” She moans again. I set the rhythm, hard and deep, and she meets every thrust like she wants to burn this moment into her spine. I lean forward, pull her up so her back hits my chest, and wrap an arm around her waist.
Fuck, this woman is fantastic.
“I’m about to finish, Liv, and I won’t stop until you’re filled.” She nods and lets herself go into my arms. I hold her close while I finish inside of her.
This is the most amazing sex we’ve had so far.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
OLIVIA
Before I can even catchmy breath, he flips me onto my back, and he starts touching me again, gently this time, and I'm just scratching his back and pulling him closer to me.
It’s the best sex we’ve ever had. No contest.
We take a breather for a moment, as he is on top of me. We're just there, gasping for air. We don't say anything, but we're feeling everything. Even though I'm tired, this has been an exhausting, passionate, fantastic night. I push him so he's next to me in the bed, and I climb on top of him.
I start kissing him, and he's grabbing my breasts, I’m holding his hair, we are sweaty, and it's messy, and I can feel he's getting hard again, and I start grinding him slowly. I grab him with one hand, and I tease my entrance with it. He’s smirking now, eyes gone dark. “Liv?—”
I start riding him slowly in circles, and he's losing it. Then, a bit faster, and he snaps. He pulls me in, shifts usso I’m straddling him upright, face to face—one hand in my hair, the other on my hip, grounding and guiding.
My nails rake down his back. His mouth is on my neck. We’re both loud now, cursing, begging, promising shit we probably shouldn’t. I ride him harder. Faster. It’s filthy and perfect. And we’re both done.
We stay there, he is still inside of me, we’re just kissing slowly.
Eventually, he pulls back just enough to brush a few strands of hair from my cheek, his eyes searching mine with something like wonder. “You, okay?” I nod, smiling through the haze. “More than okay.”
He chuckles, low and warm. “Good. Because I was about to call that the best sex of my life, and it would’ve been awkward if you were, like, ‘meh’.” I laugh and swat at his arm. “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”
“Top-tier talent,” he says, kissing my forehead. When we finally untangle and get up. “You hungry?” I ask as I walk to the bathroom. “Starving. But please don’t tell me you’re one of those people who have, like, chia seeds and expired almond milk.” I laugh. “Worse. I have two frozen pizzas. Shaped like dinosaurs? Courtesy of Matthew and Jeremiah.”
“Perfect,” he says. We wander to the kitchen. The oven hums to life as Ethan preheats it. I sit on the counter, legs swinging, watching him. “You know,” he says, pulling the pizza boxes out, “There’s something poetic about us eating dinosaur-shaped food at 3 a.m.”
“Don’t overthink it. We’re survivors. The dinosweren’t.” He grins and points a plastic spatula at me. “That was dark.” The pizzas go in, and a few minutes later, we’re curled up on the couch, plates balanced on our laps, trying not to burn our tongues. I glance over at him. His bare chest is still flushed from what just happened. He looks at me like he doesn’t want to blink. “What?” I ask, cheeks warming. “Nothing,” he says. “Just taking it all in.”
