Chapter 14
Molly
I drove every minute of the almost-hour it took to get to my house on pins and needles. I glanced to the right so often I was giving myself a headache, but the view never changed. He was still right beside me, holding my hand. I liked his face when he was sleeping. He looked more like the man I met, carefree and bound for trouble. I pulled up to my driveway and shook my head at the man sitting on my porch. I parked and jumped out of my car in time to see Ethan see the emblem stitched boldly on Paulie’s back. The Skulls.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Ethan said muscles tensing in front of me. I cut him off before he could get close enough to break Paulie’s face.
“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head at Paulie’s prowling figure in front of my door. “But I’ll take care of it.”
I turned to Paulie, holding out both my hands in surrender. I didn’t need him to say a word because if there was one thing I knew that would get me in trouble, it was Paulie’s big mouth.
“Paulie, don’t say anything before you ruin the shred of friendship we have left. Just leave. I don’t want to know why you’re here. So just go,” I said, holding my hand up, hoping it would stop him.
“Really, Molly. That’s what you’re going to say? Don’t say anything? Don’t say anything? I’ll say what I damn well please. What the hell are you doing with him? You hanging with this kind of scum? Do you know anything about loyalty? Come on. You don’t know a thing about loyalty if you go with him. Let’s go before you embarrass yourself even more.” He held his arm out like I was supposed to just go to him and forget all the things we’d been through or everything he’s said.
“No.”
“No?” he said, his lips curling.
“You heard what she said. She said no. So take your ass somewhere else, skull boy,” Ethan said, stepping in front of me.
“Molly,” Paulie said, rubbing the spot between his eyebrows. “I swear to God, girl, if you don’t get your ass on my bike so we can leave—”
“I’m not going, Paulie. You need to leave.”
“Really?” he said, shaking his head. He looked at me before looking at Ethan and then shrugged, as if suddenly I wasn’t worth his time. “You’re going to regret this,” he said, walking away. “This ain’t over, pretty boy,” he sneered at Ethan before spitting on the ground.
I unlocked the door and pulled Ethan in before any more drama could ensue. I could feel him seething.
“Did you invite that Skull punk over here?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“Then why the fuck is he here?” He paced back and forth, barely waiting for an answer. “You used to fuck him?” He walked forward, moving towards my bedroom as if knowing my home, though he had never been there.
“Well. Yeah. But a long time ago,” I stuttered.
Once inside the bedroom, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. “I am the only one you’re giving this pussy to. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I didn’t invite P—”
He silenced me with a rough kiss, bruising my lips as his tongue claimed my own. “Don’t say his name,” he growled, continuing his kissing assault across my jaw. “Don’t say that fucker’s name.”
Yes, daddy. I couldn’t remember what he was growling about anymore.
His lips burned molten lava inside me. “Say my name.”
“Ethan.”
I could hear his murmurs of approval as his breath cooled and heated my skin. He placed his hand under my chin and slowly, gently pulled my face to his body. Tipping it back up to look at him, I could see everything he was feeling in his eyes. “Say it again.”
“Ethan.”
He unbuttoned my blouse, admiring my tanned fleshed as it slowly revealed itself before yanking it open and down my arms. I could see he was admiring the gift he unwrapped, and a gift it was – a gift I never thought we’d get again. His eyes never left my face as his hands reached around to unhook my bra. His mouth replaced the fabric, devouring my nipples, sucking hard then soothing before moving to the other nipple. I writhed beneath him, trembling under his touch. My nails clawed on his back, scarring his skin, then moved to the thickness of his hair, fisting it as his hands moved down my body.
He watched my face, burning it with intensity as he unbuttoned my shorts, and, with slow caresses, he touched my thighs and my ass as he slid them down. My panties came down. As he dragged them over my hips, he kissed down my stomach. He followed their descent, kneeling on the floor in front of me. With my shorts gone and my panties lost somewhere behind me, he buried his face between my thighs and finally my boots were on his shoulders as he savagely ate me.
Tongue and lips touched me everywhere. I opened my legs wider as his hands kneaded my ass, forcing me further into his face. I bucked into him, riding him as hard as he sucked on me. My hips gyrated against him as I held onto him, steadying myself on his shoulders, fingers digging into his thick hair.
I spiraled. I moaned. I cried, trying to get to the place he was dragging me. When his tongue flicked my clit, I arched, crying for more.
“Yes. Ethan,” I screamed, not caring who might have heard. He worked his tongue over my spot, rubbing the swollen nub over and over relentlessly until I couldn’t breathe. He worked me like a machine, not letting up until white-hot electricity flashed through my body.
I came. Hard. Twitching, splitting open and passing out in pleasure. My body twitched in his arms as he moved me, laying me hard into the middle of the bed. My legs hung over the bed, boots banging against the frame. I opened my eyes, seeing him in the midst of the white haze in my eyes.
He smiled, a sincere smile that I hadn’t seen in some time. A warm, almost loving smile lifted his plump lips before he brought them to mine. Despite his words of forgiveness, I had been afraid, but his smile spoke to me. A profound relief washed over me, consoling me. He’d truly forgiven me and we could get past this.
The last of my clothing fell away. I came alive in his arms, gasping and snaking my arms around his neck, molding myself to him. He kissed me erotically, sucking my tongue into his mouth, possessing me, telling me I was his and his alone.
I watched him as he undressed. He pulled the shirt over his head in one fell swoop, unveiling the god-like body under his clothing. I lost my breath as I always did, seeing him and his pure, unadulterated power. I sat up and pushed his hands away until my own slipped into his boxers, gripping his thick cock. He stepped back to kick off the last holdings of his pants. His shoes and socks went with them as his body covered my own.
Then there was nothing but my skin on his skin. He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me into him until we were joined together.
“You are so fucking wet.”
I mumbled something unintelligible, lost in the sensations and him. I couldn’t tell my up from down. Left from right. Him from me.
I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my legs around his waist. There was nothing between us. No barriers – condoms, lies, allegiances. There was just us. I could feel his cock everywhere.
The tips of his fingers bruised my hips as he thrust into me. Sweat dripped from his chest onto me as my breasts bounced in time with his ministrations. He was so deep and I wanted him deeper. He fucked me like he hated me and I wanted him to hate me even more.
Hate me. Hate the Skulls. Please hate me.
It was like he heard my thoughts and obeyed. He grabbed me tighter. Ramming into me harder and deeper, pulling back until only the tip tickled my entrance and thrusting into me, knocking my head back.
He spoke in between thrusts, angered and impassioned words. “I love fucking you like this. This. Hot. Sweet. Pussy. Those sweet. Little. Noises. You. Drive. Me. Crazy.”
He talked through his teeth, biting down on his lip, struggling to hold on as he spoke. It was too much. His dirty mouth. His hot body. His pounding into my body. It was a new level of pleasure, an untouchable level. It was building to be something I had never felt before. It was going to be an orgasm I’d never handled before. It would kill me. I was going to die. I was going to die from pleasure.
“Please,” I said, gasping in between his thrust. “Ethan, please. No. I can’t.
He ignored me. Humping my body and hitting new pleasure points. One hand tickled down the valley of my breasts while the other held onto my waist. He tweaked my left nipple hard before tweaking my right. Each time pulling a little scream from my chest.
“Please, Ethan,” I gasped. I needed something.
“Please what?” he said, bending over to suck my skin.
“I need….”
My brain was almost fried. I could barely think. I could barely breathe. I trembled as he licked up my chest like I was an ice cream cone.
“Tell me what you need, Molly.” My name on his tongue was too much. Equally distracting were his hands on my body. I rode the intensity and tried to find the word in the cacophony of every sensation he was giving me.
“I, I don’t know.” The word was so close. What I needed was so close. Just beyond my fingertips. I wanted to let go. I couldn’t do it anymore. I had to let go. But I couldn’t. My body was stuck on the ride, cranking my engine and not turning over. I was waiting for something but what? His touch? I had it. A kiss? A lick?
“Come.”
Something inside me clicked. That was what I was waiting for. He was what I was waiting for. I splintered apart. Shattered into a million pieces to the floor and floated to the ceiling. Nothing tethered me to the ground. I wasn’t on Earth anymore. I was on some kind of pleasure I’d never experienced before. How did he make my body feel that? I didn’t know I could feel like that. My body sung me to sleep.