Ethans Fal

by Dee Palmer

  “No condom, Ethan.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I snap the condom off and throw it somewhere behind me. She giggles but gasps, and grabs the headboard when I slide deep into her tight wet core. Her thighs tense to prevent me going all the way in, but I growl and push harder. I need to be buried so deep I am all she feels for days, weeks, forever. Her fingernails prick my skin and she digs hard into my thighs as I lunge deeper into her. Harder, more urgent, like my next breath depends on the depth of my next thrust. I hook her thighs over my forearms and she rolls up onto her shoulders. Her eyes widen with caution at the new angle. She breathes out in tiny little pants and places her hands on my torso, like that is going to stop me. I roll my hips and sink a little deeper. She sucks in a cry, squeaking from the back of her throat. God, she is so tight and hot around my cock, I am not going to last.

  I put my thumb against her lips and she sucks in a sharp breath. I groan from the base of my spine. The erotic sensations of her tongue wrapping around my digit mainlines to my balls. I drag it out from between her mouth, catches the pad with her teeth and her lips curl in a sinful grin. That mischievous smile so wickedly playful. I place my damp thumb on her damper clit, swollen and pulsing beneath my touch. My other hand secures her hips against my relentless pumping. Fuck, she feels so good. I could die right now and not regret a single thing in my life. Her frenetic gasps and the way her hands fist the sheets and then grip my thighs, I know she is close. Her muscles start to spasm around my cock and I am suspended in that moment of choice: Do I follow her or do I draw this out? Fuck it! I am going to do both. She starts to fall apart, tight edges fray and drift apart, her eyes focus on me and the colour is like staring into the deepest ocean teaming with life and mystery. I press myself just that little but deeper, hitting the end of womb. She briefly squeezes her eyes and every muscle in her body is taut and primed. Long, sensual moments when she is contorted with pleasure I just look at her, completely spellbound by her beauty.

  My climax is sedate by comparison but it does mean I am still fucking rock hard when I withdraw. Her limp body is also pliant and supple. She flops onto her side releasing an unashamed sigh that is loud enough to wake the neighbours. She doesn’t look like she has the energy to hold herself in any position other than prone. I hook one arm under her tummy, lift her enough to push three of my larger pillows under her hips. Her eyes are closed but they open when I position myself right behind her and grab two handfuls of almost perfect arse.

  “Ethan?” She mumbles her query but still hasn’t opened her eyes. They do widen when I poke my cock between her cheeks and she clenches when I run the full length of her core from clit to puckered hole. She can relax, that is no fun unless she is wide awake and willing. This is more like over indulging in sleepy sex and I’m not nearly done.

  “Yes, angel?” I reply, and nudge the tip of my cock inside. She gasps and is instantly sentient.

  “I thought you finished too?” She twists and her frown is comical enough I laugh out.

  “I did, thank you.” I sink a little deeper and her eyes roll with pleasure. “Can you walk?” I bite back my laugh at her confusion this time.

  “Sorry, can I walk? Hmmm…” She moans and pushes back to meet my gentle intrusion on her sleep. “Yes, Ethan, I can walk.” She huffs but it still sounds like a lust filled groan.

  “Then we’re not finished.” I slap the unmarked smooth white skin of her arse, imprinting my red palm with a fierce strike. Now it’s perfect.

  I finally let her sleep but it is nearer to morning before I had sated my demands. I have to credit her stamina, although she could have fallen asleep after her first climax, she didn’t. She kept up with me and even the slightest sensual stroke had her panting in my palm. She is so fucking responsive and I can’t seem to get enough. I might not be able to walk today. Unlike Ada, I haven’t fallen back to sleep because the sunrise is casting an ethereal glow through the muslin blinds. The light kisses Ada’s skin and makes her look like an angel. This is so complicated. How do I make this not complicated, and do I even want to? I trace my finger along her spine down to where the covers hug her backside. She is lying on her front, her arms tucked underneath her body clasped together as if in prayer. I wonder what she prays for; if it’s somewhere safe to stay, I intend to sort that today. If it’s something else…well, I want to sort that too. The bands on her wrist are scrunched further up her arm and I can see the numbers more clearly. 21.04.11, I hope she got her money back on that tatt, it is the worse lettering I have ever seen. I stroke my thumb and feel the raised surface where the cowboy that did it went too deep, scarring the tissue below the surface.

  So what’s her story? Do I even want to find out? What to do …what to do? I honestly don’t know because I don’t know what I want. I don’t know anything about Ada and I would have to be a fucking idiot to go down that road again after Kit’s secrets and lies. But there is something, I just wish I could trust my own judgement. I shake my head at the temptation of that path. No…No relationships…An easy, simple life with lots of uncomplicated sex. I just have to make sure Ada meant what she said and is really on the same page, because it seems the only thing I am sure of is, I only want to have the ‘lots of sex’ with her.

  She makes this little hiccup sound and I watch transfixed as rivers of tears burst from her closed eyes and her body shakes. Her hand grips her tummy and her face is distorted with obvious pain. Her cries are silent from her mouth but her sobs wrack her body. “Shhh, shh, Ada. Angel, wake up.” I gently rock her shoulders and try to bring her back to me…to now. She startles awake; the shock and panic are gone with a flash of relief. She throws her arms around my neck and practically climbs up my body, curling into ball and hugging the breath from me. My arms hold her but she is still shaking and her tears are now soaking my chest. “It’s just a dream, angel. Shhh, you’re all right. I’ve got you.” I kiss her hair and hold her tighter, her heart beating like a rabbit on the run. I whisper soothing shushing sounds, which seem to calm her but when her breathing has steadied and she tries to pull away, I fix my grip.

  “Not a chance, angel…no running…no hiding. We talk…Now.”

  She is sitting on the sofa in the living room, huddled, and swamped in my oversized sweater. She looks so lost and fragile. I can’t believe this is the same girl who demanded I fuck her not a few hours ago. She takes the hot chocolate from my hands and gazes out of the window. The early morning is an ever changing pallet of purple, azure, and pink. Tinged with the promised of brighter orange and yellow as the sun wins its battle over the nigh-time. I sit next to her but the distance is unacceptable.

  “Hold your drink.” I scoop her into my lap careful not to jog her hands and scald us both. I encase her in my arms and wait. I don’t care how long I have to wait, but she is giving me something more than nothing. I may not have earned her whole story but I have earned more than her silence.

  OH, GOD, I am not strong enough to deal with this sweetness. Ethan has his arms so tight around me, I can barely breathe and it is just what I needed after that nightmare.

  ‘Jesus, Arti!’ Cal said ’What’s got you so horny?’ I dig him in the ribs with my knuckles and he lifts me carefully away from him. Since I got pregnant, he has treated me like I am made of china and now I am a week overdue and he is acting like I am going to break any second. That is kind of what I am hoping for, well at least for my water to break. I so want this baby out and I had read somewhere sex and cod liver oil can bring on labour. I couldn’t even bring the cod liver oil to my lips, so I am hoping Cal can forget for one moment that I am this precious cargo and fuck my brains out.

  When my father disowned me, when my father beat the shit out of Cal, I thought my life was over. I had this baby, and nowhere to go and no one to turn to. My best friend couldn’t see past my stupidity at wanting to keep a baby at sixteen and my mum wouldn’t side against my father. I thought the way Cal looked at me when he picked himself up off the drive was the final straw. But
he grabbed my hand, bundled me into his car, and took me with him. His parting shot to my father was that it would be a dark day in Hell before he ever took money from a monster like him. My father had offered Cal five thousand pounds to walk away. He hoped Cal would take the money, leaving me alone. The only option to come crawling back, have the abortion he had arranged, and beg forgiveness. I would never go back…ever.

  While my friends were all getting ready for their Prom, I was getting the most out of the maxi dress fashion for the summer. I was expelled from school before my father could cancel the fees. It isn’t great press to have a pregnant student in one of the most elite girl’s school in the country. It didn’t matter, I had taken my exams a year early and I knew I could go back and study someday, somewhere less archaic. All my initial worries evaporated with Cal’s love and assurance that everything was going to be all right. Sometimes that is all you need to hear, the actual words. I believed it. I believed in him.

  I begged him and he even tried to argue that I was too close to giving birth and he’s sure the baby could feel him. I laughed and said that was exactly what would happen. The baby would stretch down and slap his dick right out. I questioned whether he even went to school and he joked that he had in fact been kicked out of some of the best schools in the country. Like it was something to be proud of. It was the only thing I didn’t like, his casual regard for his future; for our future. But he provided for us, arranged a place to stay, worked for his uncle and was saving to buy into the family business. Now, everything was on an even keel, I just needed a little Cal assistance and I wasn’t giving up. I was going to have our baby that night, old wives tales or not, I was ready. Cal had reluctantly agreed. Way to make an overweight, self-conscious pregnant teenager feel sexy, but I was a beggar not a chooser so I didn’t grumble. I remember I went to the bathroom first, I had the bladder capacity of an ant but before I got to the door this almighty pain seared into my abdomen and knocked me to the floor. Gasping for air I couldn’t even scream the pain was so intense. Cal was at my side, wide eyed with panic. I couldn’t speak he just picked me up and carried me to the car. I don’t remember much after that. Lots of pain and fear, tears, both mine and Cal’s, and I won’t forget the look on his face when they took me into surgery. Utter desolation, it must have mirrored mine. ‘We’ll try and save the baby’, the doctor’s words ringing like a macabre toll in my ears. I know it was a miracle that I survived with the amount of blood I lost–eight pints they had to infuse in the end. We both were overwhelmed that Piper …Pip was a healthy seven pounds, wriggling fingers, toes, and a cry that could shatter your soul. I was so relieved that I didn’t really pay attention when the doctor told me the surgery had resulted in an emergency repair. They had to remove one ovary and there was severe scarring and uterine damage. They had severed an artery getting Pip out and they had to act quickly. They did what they could to stop the bleeding, it was the only way to save me. It didn’t matter, Pip was alive and perfect .So as sad as they were I didn’t really hear the words at the time. Cal told me later that I would never have any more children, but I was still okay; I was more than okay, I was blessed, I had Pip…I had Pip.

  “Sshhh, Ada, shit, please, stop crying. You’re killing me here.” Ethan’s voice is choked and I look up to see the pain in his eyes. His face is soft with affection and concern. So handsome with his strong jaw and dark brow, chocolate eyes that melt and swirl. His cheeks dusted with the rough stubble of a day or two missed in his grooming schedule. He kisses my hair, quietly sshing me. I draw way too much comfort from his embrace. “Talk to me, Ada. It will help.” His eyes hold a wealth of promise, trust and understanding. But that leap of faith I need to trust him, died in me the day the person I loved and trusted most in the world betrayed me–destroyed me.

  He holds my gaze and I feel something shift inside me. It’s not trust, but it is a little like belief in his sincerity, maybe enough that I could maybe tell him something and not jeopardise my anonymity. I shake my head and suppress the weakness. I just can’t risk it.

  “All right, angel…you think you have some big bad secret but you don’t.” He hugs me tighter and peppers his words with playful kisses on my head. “You will trust me enough…one day, and if not I’ll extort it out of you with my deviant sexual torture techniques.” His voice drops to a lower rumbling timbre that zeros like a heat missile between my legs making me shift. He chuckles. “Oh, you like the sound of that.” He teases and I am so grateful he isn’t pushing me to tell him more. I am so fucking scared that I will.

  “What, you have more in your arsenal? Sheila is going to have to paint my legs with a definite bow in them after last night.” I bite my lips to hide my smile. His thumb pulls my bottom lip free and releases my grin. His own smile is breathtaking.

  “That’s better…you smile so rarely, don’t ever fight it. It puts the sunrise to shame.” He tips my chin and the intensity in his eyes steals a little more than my breath. He exhales with a grin. “And yes, I have many tools at my disposal…you haven’t seen my play chest…yet.” He slides me off his lap with a wicked curl of his lips and my heart thumps a strong staccato at the thought of more playtime. Jeeze when did I get so insatiable? Hmmm when did I meet Ethan? He doesn’t go to retrieve his toy box though, he starts making breakfast. Fresh coffee, scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, and toast.

  We sit in comfortable silence and I eat every single piece of the delicious breakfast. “That was really good…where did you learn how to cook?” He narrows his eyes and pauses with concentration. It really wasn’t a trick question.

  “Okay, here’s the deal…well, here is one of the deals. I will answer a question if you do the same. It doesn’t have to be intrusive and you can take a pass, but you have to give me something about yourself.” He pours me another coffee and after little sleep I am going to need it. He sits next to me and draws his chair close.

  “Why?” My fingers nervously tap a rhythm up the side of the cup. His hand covers mine to stop the tick.

  “That is another question, but I’ll let you have a freebie. The answer is because I want to know more about the person living in my home.” My jaw drops with his assumption. “You will live here during the high season.”

  “Will I?” I raise my brow at his authoritative tone.

  “Yes…Look, Ada, I get that you don’t want to impose on your friends but I’m not a friend. I don’t get down here that often, and this has to be better than sleeping on the beach?”

  “What’s in it for you?” She crosses her arms, lifting her perfect breasts a little higher but the scowl on her face is not in the least flirtatious.

  “I don’t barter for sex, Ada, I told you that. You would be doing me a favour, keeping the place clean and secure. That’s all.” He sips his coffee slowly, his heavy lidded eyes betraying his dispassionate words.

  “So, we wouldn’t be fucking in this deal?” I swallow the dryness in my throat.

  “Not in that deal, no…” He pulls my chair so I am facing him. He pushes my legs wide and slides his strong hands up my inner thighs but not quite to the top. I feel the whimper in the back of my throat fighting to be heard. “I want to fuck you…a lot. So I do have a deal for you. You say you don’t want a relationship, but you want more than these.” He wiggles his fingers and oh, God, he moves close to taste my lips with his tongue, tracing the seam not pushing in. “You want more and I’m going to break my own rule and give it to you.” His thumb skims the tip of my clit and I nearly jump a foot off the chair but his other hand grips my thigh so tight I know I will have his fingerprints marked on my skin. “But no relationship…no commitment…no magic button. Just sex.” The way he says that last word has me a liquid mess that he must feel as he slides his thumb along my swollen folds. I shiver and my skin fires with a million tingles. I can’t think. Can I do this? Do I want this…Oh …Oh. I draw in little pants trying to focus my mind but his eyes are pure lust and fire. I can feel the heat in my bones, in my chest, in my so
ul. I don’t know if I can do this, detach myself from the physical. Like him, I don’t want a relationship but I have no idea whether I can keep the two separate. What I do know is this feeling right now, this is amazing, life affirming…Fuck me, but I didn’t know a body could endure so much pleasure. So why am I even questioning my capacity for distance. I don’t know if I can do this but it is going to be so much fun finding out. “I’m not hearing a no?” Ethan's light tease brings me back and he chuckles when I feel my head nod its acceptance. It would seem my body has made its decision.

  He sinks two fingers inside me and I arch my back and push down onto his hand. “That’s it, angel, ride my hand…take what you need.” I rock and he pumps frantically. His other hand lifts my T-shirt and grabs my breast squeezing to the point of pain. His lips covers my nipple with his searing hot mouth and he pulls, sucks, and grazes it with his teeth. It’s enough, it’s too much. I fling my arms around his neck and hold him there. I want to just hold him there, that moment of pure ecstasy, high and breathless with him still swirling his tongue over my sensitive tip. His hands sweep around my back and he strokes gentle lines up and down my spine. Delicate fingers that don’t belong to such strong hands. I shiver and melt into his hold. This is not going to be easy but it is going to be phenomenal fun.

  I am dressed and ready to leave when Ethan joins me. He is in his running gear, he grabs his keys and my hand and leads me down the stairwell. He continues to hold my hand as we walk but I pull it away. A deep frown darkens his face.