Maybe I’d better make that shower an entirely cold one, I reasoned. If I couldn’t stop imagining all the ways Ethan might pleasure me, I clearly didn’t need any more heat.
Ethan showed me inside the cabin through a side door connected to the kitchen. As soon as we stepped inside, I saw the place was even more impressive than I’d realized. The artwork, upholstery, and furnishings spoke of a man who liked to work with his hands, and took his hobby of being a craftsman very seriously.
Leading me to the bathroom so I could clean up before dinner, my host explained that the entire house was run by solar power. That meant he was completely off the grid and self-sufficient in his little kingdom in the woodsandthat I didn’t have to worry about running out of hot water.
By the time I started the shower, my head was reeling. To say that tonight had gone differently than I’d planned would be a massive understatement. Though I hated what had happened in the alleyway after the club, I wasn’t complaining about where I’d ended up afterwards.
Again, that fluttery feeling began to spread throughout my entire body. It started low in my belly and gradually began to head south. Soon, my clit tingled and felt swollen. I was in desperate need of relief. All I could think about was satisfying my animal urges. My desire to come and spiral, if only temporarily, into oblivion.
Embarrassed by my physical reaction to Ethan’s presence, I decided I should probably just masturbate and get some ofthis unspent energy out of my system. Until I did, I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on anything else.
Stripping off my filthy clothes, I soaked my dress in cold water in the sink, then twisted open the hot water valve in the tub. When steam started to fill the room, I switched the lever near the tap to shower-mode and tested the stream with my fingers, reveling in the heat. The hot water heater in my apartment was terrible. It only ever got lukewarm at best, and the spout was more of a trickle than a rain effect, like this one.
Stepping into the stream of deliciously hot water, I let the three spouts above cascade over me like a waterfall. It was amazing, and would doubtlessly ruin me for all future showers for years to come.
Locating the soap, I pumped the long-necked bottle three times into my palm and gave it a deep sniff. My eyes shuttered closed at the tantalizing fragrance. It smelled so clean and masculine. Just like Ethan. Slathering the creamy cleanser all over me, my skin tingled as my fingers worked the suds from my sensitive breasts all the way to my toes.
Lost in the moment, I slowly massaged the aromatic cleanser south. The lower my fingers trailed, the wetter I grew and the more my clit ached to be touched.
Giving into the temptation, I began to play. Spreading the folds of my sex, I found my inner bud and began to gently rotate the tingling bundle of nerves in lazy circles. That felt so good, a slow moan escaped my lips. Thankfully, it was swallowed by the cascading water falling all around me.
But slow and steady wasn’t going to work for me tonight. I needed more. More pressure. More intensity. More aggression.
Placing my foot onto the edge of the tub, I spread my legs wide. My fingers began to furiously turn then, splashing about as I chased a burning release that was just out of reach.
Ethan’s handsome face floated into my mind’s eye as I strummed my clit. Those full lips. That chiseled jawline. His intense, steely gaze. And, of course, that huge cock I’d just glimpsed but couldn’t stop fantasizing about.
I edged closer to climax, another stray moan escaping my lips once again. I knew I should be quieter, that I should hide what a dirty little girl I was being. I simply couldn’t help it. I wanted Ethan to hear me. If he heard me, he might get aroused. If he got aroused, it might break down his inhibitions and force him to forget the child I was, and recognize the woman I had become.
Because I’d never been with a man before, the thought of Ethan being my first ever lover, someone I trusted and deeply cared for above all others, was a tantalizing one. In the past, I’d heard my friends discuss their first times. They’d been awful. Most of them had been with virgins, like themselves, and stumbled their way through the awkward process. The blind leading the blind, so to speak. With Ethan, it would be different. He wasn’t some untried boy. He was a man. He’d know exactly what I wanted. What I needed. And I wanted him to be the one to give it to me, over and over again.
My moaning grew louder, more animalistic, as I slapped a hand against the cool stone wall for stability. Damn, my body felt like a live wire snapping with surging electricity. I was so crazy sensitive, it was as though I would spontaneously combust at any moment if I didn’t come hard, and soon.
Forgetting any sense of decorum, I audibly cried out as the tension peaked but remained just out of reach. Fuck! Why couldn’t I come? It was the world’s biggest tease, being so turned on but unable to satisfy the need to break apart into a mind-numbing release. It was like my body was punishing me. Demanding the real thing, Ethan himself, before delivering the ecstasy I longed for.
My fingers began to pump even faster then, attempting to force myself over passion’s edge. With my free hand, I pressed a single digit inside my pussy for added stimulation. Despite the tightness there, my wet finger slipped easily inside my quivering channel because of how slick I was.
Building my fantasy, I imagined it was Ethan fingering me now. His lips against my ear, whispering filthy, foul promises to me as I worked myself over in a heated frenzy. My pleasure grew more intense the darker the fantasy got. I was so pumped up, it was almost unbearable. Painful even.
Because I was so distracted, I didn’t hear the door to the bathroom crack open. Nor the click of boot heels across the tile floor as they drew nearer to the shower. I didn’t notice the large looming figure just outside the partially frosted glass, either. It wasn’t until I heard the deep, guttural growl of a savage beast mere inches away from me, that I realized I wasn’t alone.
Stunned, I glanced over to the terrifying sound and my eyes collided with those of another.Not Ethan. They belonged to a man I’d never met before. Younger, but just as strong and wild looking as my handsome host. This stranger’s growl told me I wasn’t dealing with a regular human. He was clearly a ware. He was also aroused by what he’d seen me doing. One glance at the tented crotch of his slacks told me as much.
Even more fear inducing, the shifter was poised to attack.
Freezing in place, I screamed bloody murder the instant I realized what he was about to do. As the first notes of my shriek tore from my horrified throat, my attacker lunged at the glass divider between us, knocking into it with the full force of his muscular frame. With the tenacity of a rabid, wild beast, he clawed at the partition, eager to get to my vulnerable, naked body huddled and trapped in the far corner of the shower.
CHAPTER 4
Ethan
I could still smell her. Millie’s heat scent was so strong, it lingered on my clothes and in the air all around me. It was so fucking distracting, I couldn’t think of anything other than my dick pounding away in my jeans.
Wares had crazy strong libidos. We could fuck like, well, animals. But this desire I was feeling right now, it was insane. I was so hard at the moment, I could pound fucking nails with my cock better than I could with my hammer.
Pacing my bedroom like an imprisoned gorilla, I tried to focus on centering my scattered thoughts by steadying my breathing. It was no good. My throbbing cock was still running the show and stealing all my attention.
Fuck! Why was this so hard? I wasn’t just talking about my dick, either. I was talking about resisting Millie. Of course she was beautiful. Exceptionally so, with those clear blueeyes of hers. Eyes that reached down into my chest and planted a seed of hope directly into my heart. And her body. Well, what could I say, other than it had practically been made to please a man’s filthiest desires. Those heavy, firm breasts. Those thick thighs. That high, round ass. Her long, dark hair that made my fingers itch to tangle in its glorious depths as I fed my pulsing cock down her gagging throat.
