by Louise Bay
As he reached the top of my thigh, he drew breath.
“You smell delicious. Like honey.”
I couldn’t help but moan at the prospect of him tasting me at any second.
“I can see how ready you are for me to lick you clean Anna. So ready.”
“Ethan,” I cried out in frustration and he dove his tongue along my slit in one fluid movement and then back up to circle my clitoris. The pleasure built quickly. I’d been waiting a long time to feel him on me like this. I couldn’t hold back and I pushed my hands into his hair, urging him deeper as I circled my hips beneath him.
“Oh, baby, you’re crazy for my mouth today,” he mumbled against me.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped and I couldn’t help myself as my hips lifted to get closer to him. His tongue pressed deeper and faster and over and over and then his fingers thrust into me. I was lost, my breath left me and my orgasm spread across every inch of my skin like a fire. His tongue slowed but didn’t stop, it kept lapping at my pulsing clit and it drew out my orgasm, pulling every last drop from me.
I moved his head away from between my legs. I wanted him face to face. He crawled up my body “You’ve not lost your touch, Mr. Scott,” I said, breathless as I leaned forward to lick his chin.
“Good to know, Miss Anna.” His tongue pushed against mine.
We lay side by side, our eyes locked, Ethan’s hand trailing up and down my body as my breathing returned to normal. He was right, his tongue had brushed my nerves to one side. It was just Ethan and Anna now—no ambiguity, no promises, no bullshit.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’d forgotten just how beautiful.”
“You look overdressed.” I laughed. He was still fully clothed. He smiled at me as I reached out to his shirt and started undoing the buttons. He gasped as my fingers trailed the opening of his shirt and down to his belt buckle.
He seemed uncharacteristically happy to lie there as I undressed him, moving his body only to assist me as I peeled off his clothes.
His erection strained through his boxers. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I dipped my hand below his waistband and slid it down his length.
He gritted his teeth and his head snapped back. “Fuck.”
Heat rose within me again and wetness pooled between my thighs. Quickly, I removed his boxers and knelt between his legs. His eyes had returned to mine and he watched me as I licked him from base to tip. He grasped my hair, bunching it up behind my head, giving him an unrestricted view. I took the tip in my mouth and moaned.
Ethan sat up. “Anna, no. Seriously, you’re going to make me come.”
I released him from my mouth for a second. “That’s the point, handsome. I’ll get you hard again. It’s never a one-time deal with you.”
He collapsed back onto the bed as I took him to the back of my throat, as deep as I could get, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him. He groaned, twisted his hips and I released him.
“Ethan, will you fuck my mouth.” I wanted, no needed, him to be in control.
He didn’t need to be asked twice and before I knew it, I was flat on my back as he dragged me to the edge of the mattress so my head tilted back. Ethan stood before me, his cock rubbing against my lips as he kneaded my breasts. I was more and more desperate for him. I reached down and found my clit with my fingers.
“Oh, beautiful, you just can’t get enough can you?” he growled and I shifted, trying to get him closer to me, I wanted him in my mouth. “You want my cock, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Keep touching yourself,” he growled as he pushed into me. He was trying to be gentle, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I needed him to take me, to claim me.
“Jesus, Anna. Your mouth feels so good. So soft, so wet. Fuck.” He started pumping deep, just how I wanted it, and all too soon his hips juddered and his saltiness slipped down the back of my throat.
“You undo me, Anna.”
It was what I wanted to hear.
He pulled me into his arms and we lay front to front, skin to skin, with nothing between us.
“So I guess we needed that huh?” I asked.
“That and a lot more. I want to be inside you, with nothing between us.” He pushed his growing erection against my thigh and I hooked my leg over his hip and reached between us, rubbing him against my wetness.
He groaned. “So wet, so ready,” he breathed as he dipped his head and licked the base of my neck and kissed across my collarbone. We moved together, holding each other, grinding against each other—lips, tongues, skin, sweat.
“Put your teeth on me,” I whispered as his mouth trailed up my neck. My marks had faded and I wanted new reminders of where he’d been. Ethan groaned again and pushed me gently to my back and crawled on top of me, still working his mouth against my neck.
“No condom?” he asked.
I was beyond sure. “Yes Ethan.”
“Are you ready?” he asked. I wasn’t clear if he meant for his mouth or his cock, but I wanted them both. I nodded greedily, then gasped as he pushed into me inch by inch. Oh god. It was like the first time we’d been together—it had been so long since he’d been inside me I’d forgotten how he stretched and filled every space in me. My body had to adjust. I bent my knees at his sides, hoping to make myself wider.
“Jesus, you’re so tight.” The veins in his neck pulsed as he pushed the words out, as if he were holding himself back. “The feel of you, Anna.”
Slowly he dragged himself out of me and I allowed myself to breathe before he pushed in again, pulling my breath from me. I grasped at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, trying to hold on to him, to this feeling.
He started a slow rhythm, and brought his eyes to mine in between his kisses to my neck and the corners of my lips. It was loving and intimate and raw and perfect.
A sheen of sweat coated us both.
“Beautiful, I warned you, when you look at me like that …”
His pace picked up and my back arched off the bed as my orgasm started to build. It came from somewhere deeper than before, right in the center of me.
“Harder, Ethan, I’m close.” I screamed and he slammed into me again and again, in a relentless rhythm. His face dipped to my neck and his teeth brushed against my skin. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” He was all over me, his teeth, his cock, his skin and my orgasm split me open a second before Ethan shuddered on top of me.
His whole weight was on me, his face still buried in my neck, as I trailed my fingertips up and down his spine. We lay panting out the remnants of our orgasm.
“Still nervous that it won’t be good?” he asked.
I laughed underneath him. “It is always so good. You make it so good.”
Ethan
For the next hours and days we stayed like that, naked, together, never going without touching each other for more than a few seconds at a time. It was as if we were trying to squeeze the lost time into the present so it was more concentrated, more intense.
We lay sweaty next to each other after Anna had ridden me spectacularly to a bone crushing climax.
“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
“Baby, you rode me good.” I reached across her body, brushing the back of my hand over her breasts.
“We should maybe get up, go for a walk or something,” she said.
“Have you had enough of me already?” I bent over her chest and took a nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my teeth.
“Oh god, no. That’s the whole problem. I can never get enough of you. I’ve been in New York for two days and we’ve not left this bed.”
“Well, that’s not true because we’ve had bathroom breaks. We’ve also fucked in the kitchen and the living room. And I think we ordered take-out, but things are a bit blurry, maybe I imagined it.” I grinned at her.
She play slapped me. “Seriously. We should go and be normal people for, like an hour or something. We need to talk. I need to tell you things.”
&n
bsp; My phone buzzed from somewhere and I ignored it but Anna reached over me in the most delicious way and handed it to me. “It’s Mandy. Answer her.”
I groaned, but accepted the call. “Hey Mandy. What’s going on?” Jesus, she was talking at a mile a minute, trying to convince me to go to dinner. “I’ll pass you to Anna. She’s in charge.”
She smiled at me and started talking to Mandy. I wasn’t at all surprised that they liked each other, but it still made me grin that it seemed to happen so quickly. I wanted her to have friends in New York. Maybe she’d be more inclined to move here.
“Dinner tonight would be perfect,” Anna said and I shook my head and tried to wrestle the phone from her. She twisted her body away from me and I grasped her legs and pulled them to either side of me as I sat up on my knees. I stroked the smooth skin of her stomach and watched her laughing and animated, her hair fanned out behind her. She looked fucking perfect. I didn’t want to share her with anyone.
“Seven? What’s the time now?” she asked, staring at me.
Without looking away, I pushed my thumb against her clit and I started circling it. Her hips started to move, suggesting my hands weren’t unwelcome. I pulled her further toward me, my tip nudging at her entrance, her eyes glazed.
“Five already? Can we make it eight?” She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a groan as I pushed in slowly.
“Okay, we’ll see you then. Gotta run.”
“Ethan” she screamed as she hung up. “Ethan,” she cried as he plunged into her again. I’d never get enough of her screaming my name like that, as if I were her god.
We were going to be late for dinner.
Chapter Seven
Ethan
Andrew and Mandy lived on the Upper East Side. My driver Rory was visiting his family in Ireland, so we took a cab.
“A driver is all well and good, but it’s being in the back of a cab that makes you feel like you’re in New York,” Anna announced.
“If you say so. Getting out of bed was your idea. Doing things normal people do. Are you happy?”
“I’m always happy when I’m with you.” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“Are you being sarcastic? I can’t tell.”
“And that’s how I like it, my friend.” She threw her head back and laughed. “But for the record, I wasn’t being sarcastic.”
I pulled her toward me. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
“You can’t ask me on the way to dinner. Let’s talk tomorrow.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not meant to. I just need to catch you up with stuff. I’ve not seen you for three weeks and things happen.”
She was trying to cover up something, I could tell. Had she seen that loser ex-boyfriend of hers?
The cab came to a stop at road works two blocks from Andrew and Mandy’s apartment.
“So what? You won’t take us around the road works?” I asked the cab driver. He just shrugged and sat there. Looked like we were walking the last two blocks. “Jesus, it’s like minus twenty five out there.” I missed having a driver.
“Come on, we can keep each other warm with our body heat. Don’t be a brat,” Anna said as she climbed out of the cab. “It’s not even that cold.”
“Are you drunk? It’s artic, as you would say,” I replied as I joined her on the sidewalk.
“Stop whining and put your arm around me.” She grinned at me and despite a brief attempt at staying mad, I ended up grinning back at her. Her smile was infectious.
“Ethan?” A male British voice called out of the cold. Anna and I turned to face a couple wrapped up against the New York winter. “Hi.” The man in front of us pulled off his hat and stuck his hand out. “Oh, Anna. I wasn’t expecting … Hi.” It was Al, a junior corporate partner from the London office. Despite being in different offices, we were still subject to the anti-frat policy. Shit. He knew me. He knew Anna. In a city of eight million people, on the wrong side of the Atlantic. “This is my wife, Beverly.”
We all shook hands, and exchanged hellos.
“We’re here for the holidays,” Al said, clearly trying to explain why he was in the wrong city. I nodded, not knowing what to say.
“Have you had a nice time?” Anna asked. It was so uncomfortable. The elephant in the room was sitting on my lap.
Beverly nodded.
“Well, I guess, I understand things a bit more now,” he said looking between us. I glanced at Anna; she was wearing a forced smile. “Let’s catch up when you’re back in the office, Anna.”
“Yes of course, anyway, it’s freezing, so we’d better be going before my face turns blue,” Anna said. “Have a great evening.”
We walked in silence. I turned to see how far away Al and Beverly had gotten before I let myself say another word. “Shit” was all I could manage once I’d established that Al couldn’t hear me. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Don’t let him bring up the anti-frat policy and fire you when you see him.”
“He’s not going to fire me,” Anna replied. “How far is it to go until we’re there?”
“It’s just on this next corner. You seem very confident.”
“I am.”
“I suppose you’re right. I guess it’s me that’s signed up to the anti-frat policy, not you.”
Anna nodded. “You’re not going to get fired.”
“They take it really seriously. I’m not saying some haven’t got away with it, but they have fired people before.” We arrived at Andrew and Mandy’s and Anna put her hand on my arm, stopping me from reaching the knocker.
“I don’t want you to worry about this. They’re not going to fire you. I’m working my notice period. It’s not worth it to them to fire you if I’m leaving.” With that, she grabbed the knocker herself.
Anna
I hadn’t planned how I was going to tell him. But just as we were arriving for dinner at Andrew and Mandy’s definitely wasn’t the ideal situation to drop this particular bomb. Or was it a bomb? Even though I wasn’t sure I would take Daniel’s job offer, I decided to resign. I wanted to be with Ethan and it wasn’t realistic to expect him to move. I liked New York and Daniel’s offer at least proved that I had options around my career.
Ethan grabbed my hand from the knocker, but it was too late, I’d already thumped out our arrival.
“What did you say?” His eyes were boring into me, but I didn’t turn to meet his glare.
“You heard what I said. Let’s talk about it later.” I could already hear rustling behind the door.
“No, I want to talk about it now. You handed your notice in and didn’t think I might want to know?” I couldn’t tell if he was mad or just shocked. But he wasn’t happy, and I suppose I’d expected him to be. Frankly, I’d expected him to be bloody ecstatic.
“Of course I thought you would want to know, which is why I said I had things to tell you.”
“So do you have a new job? Are you going to India to be a yoga instructor? Or joining a cult? What the—” Mandy’s wide smile and bouncy hair greeted us as she flung open the door.
“I’m so pleased you’re here.” She pulled me into a hug. “Get in before you let all the heat out. Andrew’s in the basement trying to find some wine that Ethan won’t spit out in disgust.”
I avoided Ethan’s glare as we stripped off our coats, boots and scarves and headed into the kitchen.
“Mandy, I just need a quick word with Anna in private—”
“No you don’t.” It wasn’t the time to talk about this.
“Okay, fine. We’ll do it in front of Mandy,” Ethan said.
“No we won’t.”
“Are you fighting?” Mandy looked worried.
“Not fighting. I just found out about thirty seconds ago that Anna quit her job.”
“Ethan!” I couldn’t believe he’d just said that. This was between us, it should be private.
“You quit your job?” Mandy asked.
“Who quit their job?” Andrew emerged f
rom the basement carrying numerous bottles of wine.
“Anna,” Mandy said. Oh my god, this was ridiculous.
“Great. Are you moving to New York?” Andrew asked the sixty four thousand dollar question.
I didn’t respond. My mouth opened and closed like a guppy. I was still in shock that the information I’d kept to myself so I could reveal it when the time was right was now being handed around like candy at a children’s birthday party.
“You said you’d lost your mojo, but I thought that was temporary. I thought you liked your job,” Ethan said, trying to catch my eye.
He didn’t sound excited. He didn’t sound happy. He sounded concerned, scared even.
“I do, I did.”
Andrew started handing out very full glasses of wine, thank goodness. “It’s just, well I have lost my mojo, and I thought about it and it’s never going to work out there. If we stay together there’s the anti-fraternization policy and if we were to split, I couldn’t be at that firm, there’s no way I’d handle it, so, I just …” Had I done the wrong thing? I’d been excited to tell Ethan. I thought he’d be pleased by the news, but maybe I’d been wrong.
“If we stay together?” Ethan asked. “When did we become an ‘if’?”
“Don’t get lost in the semantics, Ethan,” Mandy said. “Let’s sit down. Do you want us to leave you for a few minutes?”
I really could have done without the audience. This was proper personal stuff and I was British. I wasn’t used to sharing this shit. But Ethan shook his head and I didn’t want to be any ruder than we were being already.
“I didn’t mean anything by saying ‘if’, Ethan. I thought this could be a good thing for us. But I understand that it might be too soon and that’s fine, it doesn’t have to be a big deal,” I said. “I’m sorry about all this,” I said turning to Mandy. Tears started to form in the back of my throat. The last thing I wanted to do was start crying.
Ethan reached for me and pulled me toward him. His arms around me felt like the best thing in the world. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled into his chest.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry. I just want to know these things,” Ethan whispered into my ear.