by Shay Savage
He sank into me…so…so…slowly, his eyes never straying from mine. I felt myself stretch to let him inside, my body moving in tandem with his until the union mirrored perfection. It felt like forever before he was completely inside of me—and it was the best forever I had ever felt in my life.
It wasn’t because he was big, though that was also quite nice. It wasn’t because of his slow penetration and intense stare. It wasn’t even because of how insanely beautiful he was, hovering over me and looking down at me like he just might have me for dessert.
It was just because it was Ethan.
He shifted his hips back almost as slowly and then he pushed forward again. I looked down, watching the place where our bodies met as he slowly impaled me over and over again.
“Oh…mmm…Ethan…my God…” I heard a variety of mumbled curses and prayers come out of my mouth as he thoroughly made me completely and totally his.
“You are so fucking hot.” Ethan breathed warm air into my ear. “Every time I look at you…and you’re looking down where you can see me enter you…so fucking hot. Do you like watching?”
“Yes…oh, God…Ethan…” I groaned and bucked up against him, meeting each of his slow, purposeful thrusts and watching his considerable length move in and out of me. “So good…”
“I could come just watching you,” he said. He pulled out of me slowly until the tip of his cock was just barely inside my entrance and then slowly pushed back into me until he filled me completely. “So fucking hot.”
“I want you on top.” He moaned into my ear. “I want to see you on top, sliding up and down my cock. I want to watch you fucking me.”
“Yes,” I said. I felt my breathing increase, and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. “Please.”
“Mmm…” Ethan’s tongue traced over the edge of my ear, then down my throat. “I like that. Say please again.”
“Please…Ethan.”
“Please what?”
“Please…I want to fuck you…” I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me. I crushed my lips to his and bucked up against him. “I want to ride you.”
“So fucking hot…”
Our bodies rolled together, Ethan holding tight to my hips and pushing hard against me to make sure he didn’t slip out. I sat up, straddled his hips with him still deep inside, and looked down into his eyes as he looked back up at me. His eyes sparkled, and his breath came out of his slightly parted lips in short pants. He trailed his fingertips up my sides, tickling a little before they moved around to the front and cupped my breasts. He rolled his thumbs in circles around my nipples, sending a streak of electricity to my clit.
I leaned back a bit more, feeling the pressure building inside of me as the angle changed and Ethan’s eyes squeezed shut. I couldn’t help but smile down at him—his eyes clenched, his jaw set, and his chest moving rapidly with his breaths. I reached down and placed my palms against his chest, running my fingers over his nipple rings. Ethan groaned in response, and I felt his hand sneak between us, reaching for my clit. I used the leverage to raise myself up until only the tip was still inside of me, then slowly lowered myself back down until he was again buried to the hilt.
“Christ, Ashlyn…you feel so fucking good…so warm…”
Ethan used his first two fingers to circle around my clit, bringing me closer to the edge as I increased the pace. He spread his fingers apart and turned his hand around, placing his palm flat against my pubic bone while also adding stimulus around the outside, right next to where we were connected. It was more than enough to send me over the edge since the sensation was building to the point where I could feel it in my legs as they tightened on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, grinding against his hand, which in turn put the much needed pressure against my clit. I felt all of my muscles tense around his shaft, pulling him deeper into me as I came around him, crying out and tossing my head back.
“Oh…my…God, Ashlyn!” Ethan screamed out, his words staccato gasps from his throat. “Oh! Shit! Fuck! Ashlyn!”
His hands tensed and pulled me flush to him, his body trembling with one final shudder. He was holding his breath as he tensed and pulsed inside me and eventually let it out in one long, slow exhale. He gently released his grip on my hips and rolled us both to our sides carefully. He reached between us to grab the edge of the condom before pulling out slowly.
He tied the condom expertly and tossed it into the wastebasket on the other side of the nightstand before rolling back and wrapping one arm around my waist. He propped himself up with the other arm and gazed down at me for a moment, his bright eyes lightening to reveal his playful side. He leaned down and nipped his lips across the line of my jaw. I reached up to tug at his hair. Within a couple of minutes, we were making out again, and I could feel his rapid breaths on my skin. He pulled his mouth away and touched his forehead to mine, a wicked grin on his face.
I stared up at him as I ran my hand down his side to his hip. We’d just finished, and I already wanted him inside me again.
“I guess you’re over the age thing.”
“I guess I am.” I laughed loudly.
“Ashlyn,” Ethan said against my lips, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I responded.
“Would you think I was out of my mind if I asked you to move in with me?”
“Yes,” I replied with a chuckle, “I would.”
“Would you consider moving in with a crazy guy, then?”
“I have no idea why you would even say that,” I said, giggling. Though I would be the first to admit that sex with Ethan was undoubtedly the best I had ever had, I wasn’t about to just move in with anyone. In the past, I had barely been able to handle Presley as a roommate.
“I like having you here,” Ethan said. He tightened his grip a little. “I actually like being here again, which I haven’t in a long time. You make this place feel alive, and I really want you to be here all the time.”
“Ethan, I can’t move in with you!”
“Can’t?” he asked. “Are you afraid of breaking your lease? Somehow I don’t think the financial part of it concerns you.”
“No, I’m not worried about that,” I said. My mind flitted back to the feelings I had in my apartment. “Ethan, we just met! How could you even consider asking me to move in with you?”
“I know enough about you and what kind of person you are,” he said. “I know I want you to be here. What difference would it make if I waited six months or a year to ask you?”
“Maybe you won’t like me in six months,” I replied. “You may not like me in six days.”
“Do you think it will be more difficult for you to move out seven days from now than it would be seven months from now? People who have known and dated each other for years sometimes move in together or get married or whatever and still split up later. Shit happens. Shit could happen today or next year, but it will still be shit.”
I had to laugh at that one, and he returned the crooked smile before he started kissing up my jaw again.
“Think about it?” he asked, blowing soft, warm air against my ear.
“Not fair,” I said. “Anything I say now would be considered ‘under the influence.’”
“Under the influence of what?”
“Ethan Ramsey’s lips.”
He laughed and started up the other side of my face.
“Please?” he whispered when he reached my other ear. “Please think about it?”
“I’ll consider thinking about it,” I said.
“Good enough for now,” he decided.
At least my words had appeased him, but I wasn’t so sure I meant them. Would I really consider doing such a thing? Aside from the fact that I quite liked my own apartment, moving in with someone seven years younger than me was crazy, wasn’t it? Besides, I liked having my own personal space and things that were strictly mine. Even if I didn’t consider any of that, I had only known Ethan since Friday.
But I knew
him. I really, really knew him. I knew how honest he was about everything, including how he felt when he knew his words might be upsetting. I knew exactly where I stood with him and never had to beg him to tell me how he felt. He was charismatic and kind. He was generous with his friends, and from what he had said, they seemed to be the same way with him. He lived for the moment, which was refreshing and exciting.
Even after such a short time, I felt like I knew him better than any man I had ever known in my life. Maybe I could consider moving in here with him. I had to admit the idea of waking up just like I had yesterday morning was quite tempting. Perhaps I would consider doing something so completely out of character for my normal, think-things-through self and jump on an opportunity that just felt right. Maybe I would do something just a little bit spontaneous and take the astute advice Ethan wore so proudly: carpe diem.
Chapter 16—Allure
Six times.
We had sex six times between last night and this morning.
Being with a nineteen-year-old had its perks.
I had to practically hose Ethan down to get myself out of his bedroom so I could start getting ready to head back to my place. He asked me to move in with him—or to at least think about it—when we were eating breakfast and again when I was trying to leave. I had refused to answer him.
Would it be so bad?
“Tell me more about yourself,” Ethan said. He sat down on the bean bag chair and patted his thighs with his hands, encouraging me to sit. “I want to know everything.”
“Like what?” I asked as I settled down in his lap.
“Well, I know who your father is,” he said, “but I don’t know anything about your mom.”
“I don’t know much about her either,” I said with a short laugh. “She was never in my life much, not since I was very young. She and Dad split up when I was three. She had a huge inheritance from her mother, and she basically uses that to travel around the world, following whatever floats her boat at the moment. I think she’s in Greece right now, but I’m not sure.”
“Do you ever talk to her?”
“Not much.” I shrugged. “She usually calls around my birthday. She’s either a day early or a day late, depending on what part of the world she is in. We talk for a few minutes about whatever she’s been doing and what she’s been seeing. She doesn’t really ask about me. Last year she was surprised to learn I was getting a master’s degree.”
“I’m sorry,” Ethan said. He hugged me against him. “That has to be hard for you.”
“Not really. It’s hard to miss something you’ve never had. Dad’s second wife lasted all of six months, and I barely remember her. He was more careful about Vanessa.”
“That’s your stepmom, right?
“Yes. She’s pretty good for him, and at least she was around for all the girly stuff when I was a teenager.”
I snickered and then covered my mouth, remembering that Ethan was still a teen himself.
“So, you like her?”
“She’s very strict and very socially conscious, but she’s always been kind to me. Dad dotes on her, which she adores.”
“Does she work at your dad’s company too?”
“No.” I shook my head. “She does a lot of volunteer stuff and hosts a lot of social events, but she’s never had a traditional job. Before she married my dad, she trained horses at her family ranch. I suppose that counts as a job.”
“Horses are cool,” Ethan said. “Did you ever ride them?”
“She took me there a few times when I was younger. I find horses rather intimidating though it was fun to ride. I just didn’t like riding fast.”
“No sense of adventure?” Ethan grinned at me.
“I don’t know about that, but they’re so big!”
“I thought you rather liked big.” Ethan threw his head back and laughed loudly.
“That’s not the same!” I slapped his shoulder playfully.
My phone beeped. The screen showed a message from Presley, but I was more concerned with the time display.
“Shit!” I said. “I need to get going. Class starts in an hour, and I need to run home first.”
“If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to make the extra stop.” Ethan grinned.
I shook my head, pushed myself up off his lap, and began to gather up my things.
“Will you come back after your classes?” Ethan asked as I put my shoes on.
“I have a lot of work to do to finish my thesis,” I said. “It’s mostly the conclusion I have left, but it’s barely started.”
“You could work on it here.”
“You are far too distracting.”
Ethan looked at the floor, his lips pressed together.
“I’ll call you later,” I said. “If I can get enough done, I’ll come by tonight.”
“Take the key back, at least?” he asked hopefully.
“All right.”
His expression brightened slightly, and he gave me a long kiss before I headed out the door and down the elevator to my car.
As I drove home, I thought about what it might be like to live with Ethan. A little fantasy played in my head briefly before I came to my senses.
“Get a grip, Ashlyn,” I said to myself. My mind had been jumping back and forth the entire drive back. Move in with someone I just met? Not a chance. Aside from the flack I would get from my family and friends, it was just a completely stupid move. There were at least a thousand reasons not to do it—the first three being D-A-D—and the only reason I could think of to go ahead with it was because the sex was fantabulous. I started mumbling to myself as I unlocked my apartment door. “Mind-blowing sex is not a valid reason to move in together.”
I wrapped the strap to my bag around the hook by the door and stomped into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. My cell phone buzzed in my purse, and I realized I didn’t want to talk to anyone who might be calling, even if it was Ethan. Talking to him was just far too…
Dangerous?
Tempting?
I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know right at that moment. One thing I did know was that I would have rather stayed at his place another night, but I really needed to get some schoolwork done, and that just wasn’t going to happen if I were there. I downed my glass of water quickly and then poured another, wondering if I was dehydrated from last night’s antics.
I yanked some books out of my bag and gathered up everything I would need for today’s classes. I’d have to finish some editing before I could work on the conclusion to my thesis, which would also require a trip to the actual library. Professor Lamon had a bug up his ass when it came to online articles and insisted on a certain percentage of research cited from an actual book.
After a big sigh and another glass of water, I finally opened up my phone to check my messages. It had been Presley who tried to call, and I remembered I had never read the text message she had sent earlier.
You missed an awesome party after you left so early! Call me!
There was no way I was going to talk to her right now. I was on edge, confused, and moody, which she would notice right away and start with the barrage of questions I didn’t want to answer. Presley was the most dangerous of my entire social group because I swear the woman was able to contact twenty-six people in about four minutes if there was something she considered gossip-worthy. When Cole and I had split up, I had sent her a text message on my way out of his apartment. He lived about an hour away, and by the time I arrived at the place I shared with Presley, there were about seventy people at our apartment, dancing and toasting my newfound freedom.
Okay, so Presley hadn’t been fond of Cole, and with good reason. But still, my mom called while I was pulling into the driveway to make sure I was all right, as if she even remembered that I had been dating someone. I told one person, and in under an hour, everyone I had ever known knew I was single again, including my absentee mother halfway across the world. It was annoying, to say the least. My
preference would be to keep this information from Presley altogether, at least until I could talk to my dad…
Yeah, right. And say what?
Growling audibly at myself, I went to the kitchen, dropped and broke the water glass in the sink, nearly burst into tears trying to clean it up, and then stomped off to take a shower. As the hot water poured over me, and my mind drifted back to earlier that morning, I started thinking about Ethan. I thought about his head resting back on my shoulder as I read to him and about the French toast he made for breakfast—twice. His complete forthrightness and honesty was so out of the ordinary, I couldn’t help but admire how easily it seemed to come from him. He was sweet, adorable, intelligent, and absolutely the most incredibly gorgeous individual I had ever seen in my life.
I stepped out of the shower and started to towel off. When I glanced in the mirror, I noticed I was smiling. I felt a lot more relaxed, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the shower itself. Just thinking about how we had spent our time together had calmed me down. Even though I had been naked in the shower, always a prime place for a little self-pleasure, I hadn’t even thought about sex with him. My teeth dug into my bottom lip, and I felt a new wave of panic come over me.
It wasn’t about the sex.
Oh shit! What had I gotten myself into?
Before the panic could set in, my phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to head to class. I dressed quickly, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door.
Twenty minutes later, I rushed into the room just before class started. Presley raised an eyebrow at me as I dropped down next to her. Presley’s heart wasn’t in our economics class, but it fit in with one of her PhD requirements, and it was the only class we’d had together since undergrad.
“Are we going out tonight?” Presley asked. She tapped her pencil on the desktop repeatedly as Professor Lamon walked up and down the aisles, handing out stapled packets of papers.
“I’m not sure,” I said, hoping to dodge the question altogether. She’d been pestering me about my weekend constantly—where had I been, why hadn’t I joined them at the club, etcetera. I really didn’t want to get into it with Presley. For starters, she just wasn’t going to understand, and as soon as she heard a guy’s name, she was going to want every little detail. How was I supposed to explain I spent the entire weekend with a brain-damaged, teenaged guy I had just met? Yeah, that would go over well. Besides, she would want to meet him, interrogate him to find his weaknesses, and then start exploiting them.