Chapter 5 - Zoe
When he enters me, my whole body contracts. I watch the muscles of his chest and stomach ripple as he pushes himself deeper inside me, inch by inch. I’m no longer in control, and all I can do is just ride wave after wave of pleasure. He pinches my nipple and I gasp, arching my back and pushing my hips towards him. He thrusts himself deeper inside me and I gasp again.
It’s not what I expected to happen. I doubt it’s what my mother had in mind when she told me to go out for a drink, but here I am. I’m fucking the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. The pressure in the pit of my stomach is building as my orgasm starts to bud. I focus on that pinprick of light as the warmth starts to spread to my thighs and my stomach, seeping into my veins and setting my body on fire.
Ethan knows it. He can feel me inching closer and closer to the edge and he plunges himself deeper inside me. He leans over and crushes his lips against mine, driving his cock inside me harder.
I gasp and moan as we grind together. The warmth inside me is spreading. Ethan’s eyelids are low. He growls and my body trembles.
“Where did you come from?” He says, his voice rumbling through me. I run my fingers up his chest in response, and he wraps his arms around my back. He lifts me up and drives his cock deeper inside me as his other hand slips between us to find my bud.
He grinds himself into me as I wrap my legs around him. My nails leave long, red scratch marks down his back as I throw my head back with a silent scream. His fingers twirl around my bud as he pushes his shaft a little bit deeper into me, and the pinprick of light in my stomach becomes a burning inferno.
I find my voice as the waves of pleasure start rolling over me. The ecstasy is rippling through my body like never before, and I feel his length inside me as if it belongs there. I squeeze my legs around him, sinking my nails into his skin as he grunts, biting my shoulder gently.
He moans with me as I arch my back and let myself go. His body tenses in my arms as the orgasm rips through my body. I can feel every movement he makes, hear every noise he utters, sense every bit of his body against mine as we hold on to each other. I feel his pleasure as viscerally as my own, and we come together. His hands sink into my body and I melt into him as our bodies fuse together.
I ride wave after wave of pleasure as my body trembles and shakes with him. He’s panting, his mouth near my ear so I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck. He’s laying on top of me, with his chest against mine. Our skin is sweaty, and the air in the room is thick and heady.
Ethan groans and rolls to his side. I turn towards him and drape my arm across his chest. He runs his fingers over and back along my forearm, and we fall into a dreamy post-coital daze.
I doze off at one point, and wake up when Ethan moves. He moans, opening his eyes and glancing over at me.
“I think I fell asleep,” he says.
“Me too,” I reply as a smile plays across my lips. “How long did we sleep?”
Ethan glances at his clock and shakes his head. “Couple minutes. Feels like hours.” He turns back towards me and the corner of his lip twitches upwards. “That was nice.”
I nod, and Ethan turns towards me. He reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. He smiles, and traces the line of my jaw with his finger.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes.
My voice catches in my throat. Something in the way he’s looking at me makes my heart thump. We stay like that for a few moments, and then he moves towards me to kiss me gently. His lips brush over mine, and his arm wraps around my back. My body is still buzzing from my orgasm, and every touch is electrifying.
He pulls me closer and we make love again. This time it’s slower, but my orgasm is just as intense. By the time we’re finished, my legs are shaking and I feel completely spent. I fall asleep with my arms and legs tangled with his.
When the sun starts poking over the horizon, I wake up with a start. Ethan groans and shifts beside me, but doesn’t quite wake up. His lips are parted and he’s snoring gently. I trace my hand over his stubble and along his jaw.
He’s gorgeous.
He could be a model. Even with his hair sticking up all over the place and his mouth hanging open, he still looks like he walked straight out of the pages of the magazine. I glance down his body, watching his muscular chest rise and fall with every breath. His cock is twitching under the sheet, and my thighs start to warm right away. I drop my hand to his chest and trace every muscle with my fingertips. I run my fingers all over him, back and forth, lower and lower until I get to the length between his legs.
As soon as my hand touches him, he groans and opens his eyes.
“Good morning to you too,” he grunts with a smile. Ethan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out with a groan. “I could think of worse ways to wake up.”
I’m already slick with desire. I fumble for a condom, my hands trembling as I slip it on. I climb up on top of him and slide down onto his shaft. He gasps, opening his eyes wider and gripping my thighs with his strong hands.
I can’t get enough of him. My body is on fire, and the only thing I can do is give in to my urges. My body is sore and tired from our night together, but it doesn’t matter. We ride and thrust and moan and scream until the room smells like sweat and sex. I collapse on top of him and enjoy the last quivers of my orgasm.
I lay my head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart slow down as we lay motionless. His fingers are trailing up and down my spine and he brushes the hair off my forehead, laying a kiss on my skin and grunting.
“Sweaty,” he says, wiping his lips. I laugh.
“Sorry.”
I look up at him and smile. His eyes are gleaming, and he runs his fingers long my temple and through my hair.
This wasn’t what I was expecting when I went out last night, but somehow, it was exactly what I needed. I’m more calm and relaxed than I’ve been in months. I peel myself away and kiss him gently one more time.
“I should go,” I whisper. He pulls me closer and kisses me, nuzzling his head into my neck.
“Don’t go,” he says. “It’s Sunday. Stay until tonight. Surely you don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow?”
I smile as my heart squeezes. I wish I could. I think of Audrey, and my mother, and my new job, and I shake my head. I need to get down to Lang Creek to get organized before my first day. Sleeping with a gorgeous man to let off some steam is one thing, but staying here to see him is quite another. I can’t let distractions get in the way of what’s important.
“I have to go,” I reply. “Can I use your shower?” I peel myself away again and laugh when he pouts.
“At least let me take your number.”
I hesitate. I want to give it to him. I want to see him again. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to stay, to give him my number, to spend the day eating and fucking and laughing with him.
The responsible voice in my head finally wins. I smile at him and run my finger along his temple, giving his scalp a soft massage.
“I want to,” I start.
“But…?” He raises an eyebrow.
“But let’s just leave it where we are,” I reply. “I’ll be gone soon. It’s easier this way.” Too many distractions will make me forget why I’m here. I need to finish training the Parks staff, and I can’t become involved romantically with anyone, even if they don’t live in the same town as me.
Especially if he lives far away. I can’t waste any time or energy on anything except getting this project going and getting back to my daughter.
Ethan is hurt, I can tell. He drops his eyes and his body stiffens. He nods.
“Yeah,” he answers. His voice has an edge that I haven’t heard before. “You’re right. It’s simpler this way.”
“Think of it this way,” I say as I peel myself away from him and swing my legs off the bed. “I’m your first groupie. There’ll be thousands of girls like me when your band hits it big.” I find my jeans, inside out and flung over the dresser in our haste last night.
He chuckles. “I don’t know if anyone can top the night we just had, though.”
My heart squeezes and I glance at him. I know he means it, and it scares me. I purse my lips into a thin line and pull on the rest of my clothes, glancing around the room to make sure I have everything.
“Thanks for a great night,” I say as I lean into the bed and kiss him again. He reaches up and runs his fingers around the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. His other hand reaches towards my waist.
Before I know it, he’s pulling me down beside him and rolling on top of me. I giggle and yelp as he covers my neck in kisses.
“Ethan!” I protest, laughing and loving the way he’s worshipping my body.
He lifts his head up and his eyes are full of mischief. “One more time,” he growls. “For the road.”
My smile twitches and I dip my chin down. “One for the road,” I repeat. His grin widens and he crushes his lips against mine before tearing the clothes off my body once more.