by Teagan Kade
I stare at Ethan and his steely gaze knowing full well I’m about to give him what he wants.
I summon up the only song I can seem to remember, American Woman, and kick off my shoes. One of them shoots right past his head. That dark determination in his eyes is lost for a moment. He chuckles before his eyes focus on my body once more.
My socks take a bit of wrangling to get off—hard to make look sexy no matter the environment, I imagine.
“Jeans, too,” he demands.
I take a step closer and slowly unbutton my jeans, Ethan’s eyes following my movements as I tug the denim downwards.
I kick the jeans aside and pull myself straight, taking another step closer.
My underwear is far from fancy, simple pink panties, but the way Ethan is looking at them, the hunger I see in his eyes, sends a flame of desire licking between my legs.
I take a breath and pull my shirt over my head. Standing there in a matching pink bra and little else, I realize I’m at the mercy of his gaze. The material’s thin and cheap. I know he can see straight through it, see the way my nipples harden beneath. It’s enough to raise the corners of his mouth.
There he is, I say to myself, looking at the way his arms bulge from his chest, the way his toned legs fill out the jeans he’s wearing so perfectly, so balanced. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a perfect specimen of the male species.
But I look at him and I see a certain sense of control, too, a man who’s used to swooping in and saving the day. I want to strip that away. I want to make him moan my name. I want to be the one in control.
I unclasp my bra and let if fall, cool air caressing my breasts and turning my nipples to tawny twigs. The straps fall down my arms and, quite suddenly, I’m one garment away from being completely naked.
“I don’t think this is fair,” I say, my lips dry. “You’re still clothed.”
His voice is husky when he replies. “Don’t I get a chance to admire how fucking sexy you are first?”
I bite my lip at the compliment, my fingers drifting to the hem of my panties.
He beckons me forward with a bent finger. I follow.
Sensation falls over heat like I’ve never felt before, my core a furnace.
When I’m close enough, he reaches out and pulls me forward between his legs. I can see the way his erection is tenting out his jeans.
His hands run up my body, cupping my breasts.
I suck the air from the room when his fingers find my nipples. He toys with them, my head falling backwards when he outlines the pink pads of my areolas, leaning forward to mark that tender spot with his tongue.
His mouth clamps over each nipple and I’m suddenly extremely conscious of the damp desire pooling in the crotch of my panties.
The heat… God, it’s like someone’s applied a blowtorch there.
With two hands he guides me into a sitting position on the couch, standing tall over me, once again assuming his position of power.
I reach forward and feel for his length, the welcome warmth of his cock through the denim of his jeans. I lick my lips, something between a groan and a hiss forcing its way from his lips at my touch.
He unbuttons his shirt and flings it aside. Revealed, his body is a masterpiece, a map of rugged, untamed contours and valleys, places to be explored…
…or conquered, my head fills.
I trace his tattoos with a lone finger, running it over the tessellated board of his abs.
Even the sound of his belt buckle being undone, leather sliding through the loops of his jeans, forces sensation to that tender spot between my thighs, that aching void waiting so desperately to be filled.
I watch, rapt, as he unzips his jeans, forcing them down his legs and freeing his beautiful cock in the process.
Naked, he kneels before me, the height advantage lost, pulling my ankles together and lifting my legs, slowly peeling my panties away until they dangle before him. He drags them away and I draw my hips up, spreading my legs so he can see all of me, how much I’m in need of him.
His eyes fall to that hot space and I see him licking his lips in anticipation. He bends down, his eyes lost to me, and tastes. I’m in no way prepared for his mouth, the way the bundle of nerves lights up at the touch of his tongue. I twist my hips, groaning aloud and reaching for a handful of his hair, pulling it from the scalp.
I go to close my thighs, the sensation overwhelming, but he won’t have it, using his strong arms to press them apart in full.
I stare down gasping, can see the way his tongue lashes at my pussy, the way he’s working me into a heated ball of nerves and energy.
“God, Ethan,” I moan, knowing all the water in the world wouldn’t quench the thirst I feel.
I grab his head with both hands and rock against his face, wanting more of him, all of him.
I tell him this and he lifts, his mouth caught in a devilish grin. “Why didn’t you say so?”
I squeal as he drags me to the edge of the sofa, every inch of his toned body on show, his cock standing tall and proud.
He separates my legs and settles himself between them, his powerful hands wrapped around my thighs.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asks, knowing he’s teasing me, knowing how much I need this.
I nod. “You know I do. Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
I don’t know how to phrase it. “Put it inside me.”
“Put what inside you?” His grip tightens on my thighs, his cock so close.
“Your… cock,” I huff.
His positions himself at my entrance, those bulging arms at the ready.
He pauses, waits until I’m about to scream in protest, before sinking into me.
I moan his name aloud, his shaft continuing to slide forwards until it’s in to the hilt, that void finally filled and with it the sweet satisfaction that follows.
He groans deep and low, growling, pulling the word from some deep, dark hollow. The syllables tumble down my spine, my toes kinking closed.
I take hold of his arms, my fingers digging into them as he draws back and fills me once more, though now he’s inside me I know all that restraint will be out the window.
He starts to move in and out of my slickness quicker, his muscles flexing with each thrust. He stands, drawing my ass off the sofa and driving even deeper, the head of his cock awakening areas inside my body that have laid dormant until now. He is literally fucking me back to life.
He leverages himself inside me, trying to take more of me, go deeper and deeper with every weighted thrust.
I try to temper my own voice, the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips, but it is useless. Every time he pulls out and sinks back inside me, they are squeezed out, spilling from me with ease.
I’m surprised when he draws free and flips me over, lifting my knees up onto the edge of the sofa. He doesn’t ask. He simply does, with a practiced and professional ease that’s oddly disconcerting.
He takes no time sinking back inside my body, those few transient seconds too much. He grips the sides of my hips and fucks me for all I’m worth, pounding into me over and over until I don’t think I’m even capable of adult speech anymore.
With every thrust I lose a part of my sanity. With every thrust it’s lost until all I can do is grunt and take it, feel the pull of something primal and powerful inside me.
I clench involuntarily around him and he almost lets go, squeezing my hips tight and groaning once more. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot on my back.
My orgasm is building, growing with each thrust.
“I can’t hold…” he murmurs. “You’re too tight, too g—”
But I’m not ready. Not yet.
With some effort I manage to separate myself and, taking him by the shoulders, direct him onto his back.
He’s as surprised as I am. “What are you doing?”
But he’s silenced as I straddle him quickly, taking hold of his cock and guiding
it into the warm sheath of my pussy.
“Taking over,” I pant.
His eyes shutter closed, his hands finding my ass.
It is so good to ride him, to assume that position of power. Now it’s my turn, my turn to steer his pleasure.
“Yes,” he pants, “ride me, baby.”
I don’t need the encouragement, drawing myself up until he almost comes free and then letting my weight push me back down onto his length.
I slow and speed up, carefully watching his face, edging him until I know he won’t be able to take any more.
His fingers move inwards, one of them finding my asshole.
The unexpected sensation throws me forward. His other hand grips my ass so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a handprint there for all eternity.
But I don’t care. All I want in this moment is to come, to be free and feel that mutual release.
His hands leave my ass to grip my hips, his need to control taking over all at once. He starts to hammer into me from below, one hand moving to my scalp and pulling my hair, my entire back arching, my gaze forced to the roof.
He’s hitting my g-spot perfectly. One more and…
“Yes,” I pant, barely audible, wild and hot and so, so close to completion. “Ethan,” I moan.
One more thrust and I’m undone, his fingers pulling harder on my hair, my neck and body straining, my nipples forced into the cold air and my entire body alight.
The climax is harder, far more powerful than before. Still, he pounds into me from below, hunting for his own orgasm within my own and finding it there, a strangled cry of pleasure as he comes. I feel his release, hot and welcome inside me, just that small sensation forcing me into a whole new set of convulsions.
Spent, I fall forward onto his chest, it rises and falls against my cheek.
We lay like that for some time, our breathing slowly regulating together and no words left to describe the indescribable.
It’s Ethan who breaks the silence. “Shower?” he asks.
I nod against his chest, squealing when he lifts us up together, wrapping my legs around him as we make our way to the bathroom.
My thighs are jelly, my body ravaged, but still I welcome those arms, the effortless way in which he carries me.
He pauses outside the bathroom to kiss me, drawing back with an expression still somewhere between dazed and outright besotted. “That was incredible,” he says.
“Wait until we hit the shower,” I wink back.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ETHAN
It’s getting late. Even with the curtains drawn you can tell the sun’s gone home outside.
Sofia’s been pacing around the room for almost an hour now. I think watching her is wearing me out.
“What is it?” I ask, knowing all too well what the issue is. She feels restrained in here, caged up. I get it.
She stops pacing and faces me. Her cheeks are still flushed from our sexcapade, her hair damp from the shower drawn into a tight bun. “I need to get out of here. Just for a little bit,” she adds.
Is it the wisest idea? Probably not, but I do think some fresh air would do her good.
I pick up my jacket and toss hers over. She catches it easily with one hand. In fact, her reflexes as a whole seem to be a lot better lately, and she was certainly lithe an hour or two ago with her legs wrapped around me, my cock buried deep in her exquisite pussy.
“Where are we going to go?” she asks.
I head for the door. “I have no fucking idea.”
It’s cold outside but not bitterly so, the kind of cold that has you ‘um’ing and ‘ah’ing standing at the sock drawer.
The city’s reasonably quiet, the sidewalk leading away from the apartment complex wide and bare.
We stroll hand in hand going nowhere in particular, which is nice.
There’s a large park at the end of the street. We walk through it, the old lamps turning the foliage a fiery orange where the light pools.
If the city was quiet, the park’s Death Valley, completely devoid of life apart from the odd rustle of leaves.
We seat ourselves on a park bench, Sofia wrapping her arm around mine and pressing into my side, her head resting on my shoulder. “This is perfect.”
“The scenery or the company?”
“What is it that girl used to say on the taco commercial? ‘Porque no los dos’? Why not both?”
I laugh at that, cloudy white coming from my lips. “So the one thing you can remember is a taco commercial?”
She shakes her head. “Crazy, I know.”
“You’re not crazy,” I tell her. “Well, perhaps sexually… You’ve really come alive, so to speak.”
She laughs. “You think I’m a wild nymphomaniac, do you? I’m pretty sure what I’ve been up to with you these last few days has been the limit of my sexual adventures until now.”
Strangely, the thought of her with another man gets my ire up, but I push it to the back of my head. “Have you ever, I don’t know, had a threesome?”
She eyes me with suspicion. “I doubt it, but I’m guessing you have, Dr. McStuffin.”
I smirk. “I’m no doctor.”
“Not even a doctor of love?”
“Seriously,” I continue, “do you think you’ve ever done it in public, for instance?”
She shakes her head. “Absolutely not, and I’m pretty damn sure of that. What if you got caught?”
I can’t suppress the smile.
“You have been caught before. When, where?” she asks.
I bring my finger to my lips. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.”
She looks behind us at a grove of trees. “What about now, bigshot?”
I follow her eyes. “Now? In there? You’re serious.”
But I see she is. A few seconds is all it takes for my cock to start hardening in affirmation.
“I am,” she says, rolling her lips together and her hand dropping to the crotch of my jeans.
I look around, but we’re alone as far as I can tell. Behind us it’s basically shadow, a large fence beyond that. The risk is low, but I can see Sofia’s hot for it.
And god knows I’m fucking hot for her.
Maybe it’s the fact we’re living on the edge here, being chased for our lives, but whatever it is, our sexual chemistry has amped up to eleven.
There’s no more discussion.
She gives a yelp as I help her up and push her towards the trees. She stumbles on a branch laughing, picking herself up and going deeper into the ‘forest.’
She skips away from me and puts her back against a tree, hands behind her and one foot raised against the trunk. She dips her head. “How about here?”
It’s dark, semi-private, but the risk is certainly there. If someone looked hard enough from the pathway…
I come forward and take her around the waist, turning her around and thrusting her against the trunk of the tree, my hands gripping the waistband of her jeans. “You ready?”
She’s already breathless, gripping the tree tight, her ass out to me, mouth wide. “Yes,” she pants.
I roughly yank her jeans down to her knees. There’s no point undoing buttons or fucking around with belts and buckles. No, this has to be quick and dirty.
I drag her panties down next, taking my zipper down with my free hand and fishing out my cock. I can feel the gun Senya gave me pressing between my buttocks.
I look down and see the pale globes of her ass, that mysterious shadow below beckoning me. I can feel the heat of her there, the wet desire already building.
“Quiet now,” I tell her, lightly taking hold of her throat with one hand and lining up my cock with the other, placing it between her ass cheeks and the wet pocket waiting.
She gasps again.
I tighten my grip on her throat and thrust forward—hard.
“Uh,” she grunts, her entire body pressed against the tree, caught between the hard slab of my body and the trunk.
She throws her
head back and I slam forward again, driving to the end of her and surprised at how fucking wet she is, the incredible way her body grips the entire length of my cock with each thrust.
There’s a wet pull as I draw back, a finger running into her mouth as I rock forward again, bent over her backside, the denim of my jeans rubbing against the back of her thighs, her body bent at my beck and call.
I’m so seduced by her body, the tight grip of her pussy, I don’t care if someone finds us. The whole fucking Mob could show up and I’d still be fucking her senseless.
“Ethan” she moans around my finger, biting down on it with just enough force I have to grit my teeth and rest my head against her shoulder, using short and shallow thrusts to tease out her pleasure.
She rocks back against me, but her movement is restricted. She’s caught between a tree and a hard place, held there by flesh and wood until she comes.
She releases my finger from my mouth and I bring up two more, using them to cover her mouth, enjoying the way the damp heat of her breath shifts through the gate of my fingers.
The smell of her freshly washed hair, the way it mingles with the sharp scent of her arousal below, our mutual desire… All of that and the loud slap, slap, slap of our bodies tightens my balls.
I wrap an arm around her waist and lever against her with greater force, hammering her as hard as I can with every stroke. My cock runs deep, sluicing into that slick grip, that welcome pressure of her pussy.
“Ethan, I…” she tries to get out, but I know by the way her body coils, the tense pull of it against me, she’s close.
I fuck her without mercy, senselessly slamming forward, my heart galloping in my chest.
Suddenly she stiffens, her breath caught between my fingers. Her back gives a short snap and the convulsions that follow tip me over the edge.
With a stifled grunt I find the end of her and let go, filling her.
She shakes and flaps against me, one arm wildly slapping the trunk of the tree, her pussy milking and squeezing and draining me dry.
Breathless, I step back, my slick cock cooling in the night air, her ass cheeks patchy.