They’ll never know, and I won’t have to face how pathetic it is that merely being in the same bed as them turns me on so much it makes it impossible to sleep.
A small hiss leaves me as I swipe my fingers through my folds, and I find myself pretending they belong to one of my guys as I rub circles around my clit. I have firsthand experience with Teddy, so it’s easy to imagine my hands are his. I suppose Maverick would be a bit rougher, his skin a little more calloused. Brennan would be gentle, but his hands would be just as worn as Mavericks.
Ethan…my mind goes back to the feel of his hands on the bare skin of my stomach as I tried to sleep. Not as calloused as Mavericks, and not quite as gentle as Brennan. My breathing picks up as I slip two fingers inside myself, using my palm to grind against my clit.
Ethan.
Would he call me a brat again? Or would he hold me close and press kisses to my heated flesh?
A small moan leaves me as I climb higher. “Ethan,” the whispered cry leaves me as my orgasm stays just barely out of reach.
“Yes?” His voice, a rough whisper has my eyes flying open and a small yelp leaving me.
My hand makes a hasty exit from my panties as I stare at the alpha in front of me, my face absolutely burning in mortification. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this embarrassed in my life.How did I not even hear him enter the room? He must have moved quietly, but why did he follow me?
I choke on my words as I take in his heated gaze, his eyes glued to where my fingers were not two seconds ago. “What are you—”
“I could scent you.” He takes my hand, the one that was in my panties, and desperately, I try to yank it back. “Your need.”
“Stop it,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “What are you doing?”
“Why were you taking care of yourself instead of asking one of your four very willing mates to help out?” he asks, lifting my hand to his face and groaning when he scents my slick.
“You were sleeping. And I…I just needed some relief.”
He keeps eye contact with me as he draws my fingers into his mouth and sucks my slick off. His tongue runs up the underside of them, sending lightning bolts of need straight to my clit.
“Then wake us up,” he admonishes, grabbing my hips and lifting me to sit on the bathroom counter.
“What are you doing?” As the whisper leaves me, I can't help but feel like a broken record. He drops to his knees and moves my panties to the side, exposing my soaked folds to the air and pushes my legs apart.
“I’m giving you what you need,” Ethan says, looking up at me, “unless you don’t want it.”
How could Inotwant it? Of course I do, I just wanted our first time doing anything to be because it was the right time, not because I couldn’t sleep.
“Doyouwant it?” I ask breathlessly as the air from his mouth fans over me, sending a shiver up my spine.
He barks a laugh. “Do I look like a man about to do something he doesn’t want to do?” Ibite my lip, because…he doesn’t. He looks like a starving man who just had a five-course meal planted in front of him.
“I want it.” The words barely fall from my lips before his mouth is covering my pussy, drawing a cry out of me.
“Better keep it down unless you want company,” Ethan grins up at me, before throwing my legs over his shoulders and burying his face between my thighs.
Pure pleasure licks at me, my toes curling as my hands fist in his hair. I’m trying so hard to be quiet, but I must not be doing a good enough job because he reaches up and slaps a hand over my mouth.
I don’t mind it, actually.
He continues his ministrations, groaning into my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit until I’m hanging by a damn thread. Then, he pulls the little nub into his mouth and runs his tongue over it in tight circles.
I freefall.
My orgasm washes over me, wave after wave as Ethan lavishes my soaking pussy with all the attention in the world. My cries would echo in the room if he didn’t have his hand over my mouth.
The waves ebb, and Ethan presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh before standing. I arch a brow when he keeps his hand on my mouth, and he smirks at me, but doesn’t make any attempt to remove it. Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and lick it. He chuckles as he pulls it back. “Brat.” He says the word with affection before glancing down at his palm. “Well, look what you did. You got me ready to take care of myself. Looks like you’re a good girl after all.”
I frown. “Take care of yourself?”
“Well, yeah, Little Bird. I don’t think I can go back to bed with this.” He motions to his crotch as he stands, and the tent of the material has my heart skipping a beat.
