He tasted delicious. Having him against my tongue was better than any meal. His moans gave me confidence to reach into my hair where his fingers were already tangled to gently tap his hand, telling him to take control.
With a deep intake of breath, he thrust, making both of us groan. The way his abs contracted as he used my mouth made my stomach flutter, and I stared up his body, watching pleasure play over his features.
The high points of his cheekbones were flushed when he glanced down, our eyes colliding. His pupils blew wide when he saw my lips stretched around his cock, and I felt it jerk against my tongue.
In a smooth, quick move, he pulled out of my mouth, his large body crawling over me to back us onto the bed. His weight was warm and strong, reassuring and safe. He was everything I never had, everything I always wanted. Ethan did something no one else had ever done.
He loved an unlovable. He made a misfit feel like he belonged.
He claimed me in front of my family and in front of his.
Emotion pummeled me, making my breathing hitch.
Plump, slick lips unlatched from my skin, and a blond head lifted. “What is it, puppy?” His voice was tender, his eyes incredibly soft.
“You won’t leave me, will you?” My voice was hoarse and unstable from everything swirling around inside me.
He smiled, dropping a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I won’t ever leave. I’ll always be at your side.”
He thought I was asking a question, but in truth, I was really just thinking out loud. I knew his answer before he even gave it. But it was nice to hear that I was right.
Dipping his head, he kissed across my jaw and down my neck to suck and bite in a way I knew would leave marks.
“I have to perform tomorrow.” I gasped, intending to push him away but only managing to pull him closer.
“Good,” he growled against my neck. “Let them see. Let everyone see that you belong to me. You’re mine,” he intoned, latching on again.
I arched up into the sensations, skin stinging where he marked me, the air brushing against the heated skin as he kissed down my body. When his lips got to my belly, his kisses turned into gentle caresses, and the tender licking of his tongue raised goose bumps on my skin.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, peppering me again with kisses.
Heart fluttering, my legs spread wider in a silent invitation. His tongue dragged down my throbbing length, eliciting a broken moan from deep in my throat. As he sucked, his fingers circled my rim.
“Yes,” I whimpered, completely overwhelmed by sensation. Completely overwhelmed by him.
When I was drenched with lube, Ethan slipped one finger inside me, pushing past the tight ring of muscle into my channel. I moaned, hips lifting off the bed, finally having part of him inside me.
He didn’t move right away, instead holding his finger still to give my body a chance to get used to the intrusion, but I was beyond that and so needy I started to move. “Please, Ethan.” I practically sobbed, wanting more.
Soon, I had three dripping fingers thrusting, stretching my tight walls and nudging against that sweet spot I never knew I had.
“The sounds you make are music to my ears.” Ethan’s voice was thick with arousal.
“I want you,” I said, making a grabby motion with my hands.
He laughed low. “So cute,” he murmured as his fingers slipped out and he moved from between my legs.
“Ethan?” I worried, pushing up onto my elbow.
“Shh.” He soothed me, settling next to me on the mattress. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”
“Please don’t leave me,” I whimpered, vulnerability spilling out.
“Never,” he vowed, reaching for me. “Come here. Come closer.”
I climbed into his lap, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. When our chests pressed together, a contented sigh escaped me, and I snuggled in, clinging to him like a koala.
“You like that?” he murmured, caressing my ear with his lips.
“So much,” I confessed, loving how I could feel his heart beating against mine.
Large, warm hands grasped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and making my breath stall. Gentle fingers circled my stretched hole like he was making sure I was still soaked with lube.
I gasped and pulled back when I felt his thick head nudge my entrance. This was the first time he’d entered me like this, the first time I’d been on top.
“Okay?” Ethan asked patiently and pressed a brief kiss to my mouth.
Intrigued, I nodded, tightening my arms around his shoulders.
He pushed in slowly, the movement punctuated by our low moans. Despite the way his arms shook with the effort of moving slowly, I sank down easily. All the preparation he’d done enabled my body to stretch around him perfectly.
A low curse stumbled from his lips, and his forehead dropped to my shoulder. “You take me so well,” Ethan practically purred. “Squeeze me in all the right places.”
The sensations of him being inside me like this were indescribable and intense. His praise only made the experience that much more overpowering.
“You’re in so deep,” I whispered.
“It’s this position,” he whispered back. “Does it hurt? Want to change?” He worried, muscles tensing to flip us over.
“No! Stay. I like this…” I said, wiggling my hips a little and then dropping my chin onto his shoulder. “I feel so full.” So happy.
There was something completely intimate about this position, me sitting in his lap while he was buried deep. Our skin touched everywhere, hearts pressed together as his arms and legs wrapped around me tight.
Cupping the back of my head, his fingers stroked my hair. “Oh, my beautiful one,” he whispered, wrapping me in his arms.
Love swelled up inside me, bubbling up and nearly bursting out. I was wholly overwhelmed by him, totally blown away. Holding in my words and feelings suddenly started to hurt as though keeping them in was costing more than letting them out.
“I love you,” I whispered, knowing in my heart it was safe to tell him so.
The fingers in my hair stilled, and I felt his breathing pause. Drawing back, Ethan searched my eyes almost like he was afraid to believe what he’d heard.
I smiled. “I love you.”
Unexpectedly, tears rushed to his eyes, shimmering like diamonds and making me wonder why I’d ever been scared to say it out loud.
I didn’t see the tears fall, but I tasted them as we kissed. The salty tang across my tongue made me lick a little deeper into his mouth.
Eventually, kissing wasn’t enough, and all the emotion between us needed somewhere to go. Grasping my hips, he thrust up, making me tingle with pleasure.
Against his ear, I nipped at the flesh and whispered, “Again.”
He thrust up again, and I gasped. He didn’t stop there, thrusting into my body again and again. All I could do was cling to him and marvel at having him so deep. Head lolling on his shoulder, I latched on to suck softly and moan against his dampened skin.
Groaning, Ethan cupped the back of my head, pushing me a little harder against him. Still holding me, he rocked up, and I bit into him, ecstasy rolling over me.
“That’s it,” he murmured as I continued to suck and lick.
With a particularly powerful thrust, he pushed into my most sensitive place, and my head fell to the side with a deep gasp.
My leaking cock was trapped between us, and I started to thrust, finding friction against his body as a familiar tightening sensation in my lower belly made my movements turn desperate.
“That’s my good boy.” He encouraged me, giving one last powerful thrust against my prostate, pushing me over the edge.
I came hard, my release smearing all over both of us as I clung to his shoulders, panting and shaking, half out of my head.
His voice sounded far away when he yelled my name, but I felt him pulsing inside me, the feel of his warm release painting my
insides as my body clenched around him, milking everything he had to give.
Once our breathing returned to normal, Ethan shifted, and I made a sound, clinging desperately, not quite ready to let him go. “Stay,” I whispered.
His chuckle gave me butterflies and so did the way he held me close. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
40
Ethan
* * *
He loves me. He loves me not… He loves me.
I felt like I’d had some kind of breakthrough with Fletcher tonight. I didn’t realize how much of a burden it was to keep him to myself, how it played into his insecurities. But now there was nothing between us. Our families knew where we stood.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew it wasn’t over. The way I left things with my parents earlier today would have to be smoothed out. And I might have to pack up my office. Regardless, I wouldn’t back down. I meant everything I said to them today, and if my father couldn’t accept Fletch, then I couldn’t accept my father.
I hadn’t wanted to do that in front of Fletcher. I wanted to protect him from that ugly scene. But oddly, it seemed to push us closer instead of the way I assumed it would rip us apart.
Even now when I run, it’s in your direction I turn.
Hearing those words was almost as good as hearing him say he loved me. One night. Two confessions that would live inside my heart forever. Somedays, I doubted I would be enough, that maybe I wasn’t good enough at getting things money couldn’t buy.
But after tonight, he made me feel worthy. Worthy in a way I’d never felt before.
Yes, the day was hard. Yes, I felt regret over the reaction of my parents.
But this love was worth it. Fletcher was worth it.
If I’d been overprotective before, I would be fiercely scrupulous now. The roaring alpha inside me demanded to protect what was mine. Perhaps that was why I felt so unsettled even after tonight. Even now as I held him in my arms.
I couldn’t forget the way he’d burst into my office, pale and shaking, a wild, afraid look in his eyes. I knew it was her even without him having to say. Her name lingered on my tongue; her presence clung in the air like a bad odor not even a good candle could eradicate.
I didn’t want to, but I had to ask. It was required in order to know what I needed to protect him from.
When I dragged my fingertips along his spine, he stirred a little, making a sound of pure contentment. I almost didn’t ask, but that damnable alpha in me let loose a great growl. “Puppy,” I said gently, my voice barely disturbing the lazy quiet.
“Hmm?”
“Will you tell me what happened earlier, why you rushed into my office like that?”
“We finished rehearsal early, so I decided to walk over.”
“And then what?”
His chest rose and fell with his great exhale. He was silent as though he were trying to decide if he was ready to talk. “I don’t want you to think I’m weak.”
With a sound, I tried to pull back so I could look into his face, but he resisted, clutching me closer and pushing farther against my shoulder.
Relenting, I settled back into the headboard, holding him close. If he felt safe talking to me like this, then this was what I would give him.
“Why would I think you’re weak?” I questioned, lightly rubbing a slow circle over his back.
“Because she scares me.”
It felt like someone reached into my chest and squeezed my heart. It felt like those words had tried to rip it right out of my chest. Such a short sentence, but it was a declaration that seemed to cost Fletch so much.
A broken sound vibrated my throat. My fingertips slid up his back and into his hair.
“If she scares you, there’s a reason. It’s because you’re so strong, and deep down, you know you should be afraid.”
He was quiet a moment. Then, remarkably, he pushed up, palms resting against my chest. Golden eyes blinked, passion still lingering, along with surprise. “Really?”
I felt myself nod. “Fear isn’t weakness. It makes you strong. Those that say they don’t have fear are the ones who are weak.”
His head tilted. “Are you ever afraid?”
“I was afraid all these years to tell my parents. But I did today. Know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you gave me courage.”
Surprise filled his face, as did doubt. “But I’m not strong.”
I brushed the hair from his forehead and smiled. “Oh, puppy. You are. You’re stronger than you know.”
Drawing his lip under the sharp edge of his teeth, he worried the still thoroughly kissed flesh. “I thought I saw her today. Following me on the street and then into the Abbott building.”
I did my very best to keep myself relaxed. Having him this close meant controlling my reactions. I didn’t want him to tense up or make him worry and stop talking.
“Milly, your mother?” I questioned lightly.
He lay back against me but thankfully kept talking. “But it’s silly. She wouldn’t be all the way on this side of town. Why would she? She has no idea about you or my job. She’s not interested in me anyway.”
“But you saw her?”
He shook his head against my shoulder. “No. I mean, I saw someone. Like a familiar flash. It was more… I felt her. Whenever she’s around, I always get…”
“Panicked.” I finished when his words trailed away.
His arms tucked around my neck. My heart turned over. His clinginess was so endearing to me.
“Fletcher, has she ever hit you?” I had to know.
His head bobbed.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek. Anger so intense filled me that spots swam before my eyes. I thought back to when he’d flinched from me, how that flinch was probably a learned behavior to avoid being struck. Did she hit him when he spilled things? Did she punish him physically when he was just a little boy?
Sickness wormed inside me. Just the mere thoughts of him enduring such heinous treatment made me want to vomit.
“Mostly, she would just yell and scream and throw things at me.”
Angling my face down, I looked at him lying across my chest. “She threw things at you?”
“The last time I saw her, she threw a bottle of vodka at me. It shattered everywhere.”
This time, I couldn’t stop the physical reaction. My entire body jolted, my hands digging into his hips. “When was this?” I demanded, tone undeniably harsh.
His silence was poignant, body tense. I expelled a breath, trying to gain some composure. “I’m not mad at you. Please tell me.”
Finally, he peeled himself off my chest, keeping his gaze trained down. “The night we found Gwennie.”
I sucked in a breath, grabbing at one of his hands. “All those cuts on your hands.” I recalled, gazing down at the marks that had since all healed. “Those were from her?”
“Sort of.”
Again, my body jolted, but this time, he winced.
Forgetting about my anger, all my focus zeroed in on him. “Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head. “Just a little sore.” His voice was sheepish.
I was still seated inside him even though I’d since gone soft. It seemed he found reassurance with this position, and I wasn’t about to deny anything he wanted unless I thought it might be hurting him.
I moved to pull out, but he made a sound of alarm, bearing down. “No, wait!”
I halted and cupped his face. “I love being inside you, puppy. I do. And I know it makes you feel safe.”
His face flamed as he tried to duck out of sight.
I made a stern sound, stopping his retreat. “I need to pull out now. You’re going to be too sore. And we need to clean you.”
He made a face, clearly not understanding. His innocence would be the death of me.
“I forgot a condom,” I said honestly. “By the time I remembered, I didn’t want to pull out.”
He blinked, little mouth forming an O.
I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or impressed with myself that he didn’t notice.
“I’m sorry,” I said sincerely. This was on me. This was my responsibility to make sure he was taken care of when we had sex.
“Is that why it felt so good?” he murmured, making me look up.
He wasn’t upset. Not even a little. If anything, he just seemed… curious.
“Doesn’t it always feel good?” I mused.
“Of course.” His eyes rolled. “But this time was… different. A little more.”
All I could do was nod. I could feel my lower belly tingle, and if he didn’t stop looking at me like that, I was going to grow full-on hard and take him again.
“I promise I’m clean. I get tested regularly. I’ll get tested again to prove it. I’ve actually never forgotten before…” That doesn’t make it okay, Ethan. “And I won’t forget next time.”
Again, still doesn’t make it okay.
“You’ve never done it like this with anyone else?”
“Never. Just you. Only you.” I vowed.
“What if I don’t want you to use one next time?”
The internal beatdown I was indulging in quieted. My cock twitched. Even though I wanted to shout a hell yes, I didn’t. This was something I wanted to let him think about. “We can talk about it.”
Without waiting for his reply, I lifted his body, slipping out. I couldn’t help but stare, captivated as the rush of my release followed.
Feeling the warmth, Fletcher looked down, seeing the smear on his thigh.
I grimaced. “It’s messier without a condom.” I’ll have to make sure he’s clean.
His eyes lifted. Even shy, they settled heavily on mine. “I like it.”
A light moan vibrated the back of my throat. How was I supposed to get out of this bed when my cum was literally dripping from his body, dampening his thighs while he looked at me with those innocent Bambi eyes and told me he liked it?
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