Wings of Desire

 

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

- Omar Khayyam

 

 

KAT

 

Part of me knew I shouldn’t be there.

I wouldn’t have come back… if it weren’t for what Laney said to me nights before… about being the boss of my own life. She made me realize something, and in doing so, I found the courage that I needed, the strength to finally go for it.

What Ethan and I had was no fluke. More like fate… and I couldn’t keep running from it. If it had been any other person—any other man, we wouldn’t have made it this far, but it had to be just right. It had to be him.

In the darkness of night, I could pretend it was over. All of the secrets, the lies. Even as I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror, my skin pink and sex-blushed, I knew that morning would destroy us, bring our decade-long barriers and betrayals to light—ruining everything.

Including my heart.

By dawn, I’d remember that I hated Ethan Riske/Brendon Foxx/whoever-the-fuck-he-was and that he didn’t really want me.  That tonight was a luxury I was giving my body… to help my heart recover tomorrow.

But for the moment, I was living in the intoxicating now, drinking my fill.

I moved toward Ethan slowly as I exited the doorway that filtered into the bedroom, completely naked, my gait emboldened by the longing in his burning, brown eyes—a stare so animalistic in its intensity, almost hunter-like in its approach that it could make any woman, including me, happy to just be the prey.

I fucking craved it, knowing I wouldn’t have it again. I smiled at his sober face, despite the sadness in my hurting heart.

“You’re staring at me as if I’m something to eat,” I said when I finally reached him.

Leaning over from where he lay, Ethan grabbed my fingertips, dragging me towards him.  And when he looked at me, it was easy to forget. “That’s because you are.”

His tug was no longer a tug, but a lift and in seconds, I was sitting astride his barely-covered hips, his waist—his chest. It was like a fun-house ride, sliding down his chiseled body—a slow motion merry-go-round on top of a beautiful boy.

Stuck in a sex-drugged trance, mystified by his rough finesse, I wasn’t aware of what was happening until I sat atop his shoulders, and before I could react, Ethan’s mouth was on me—in me, devouring my wetness like a starving man in front of a feast.

I sat completely on him, straddling his face. His hands clamped down on my thighs, and the pressure of his tongue made me throw my head back with a loud groan, letting him take control of everything below my quivering navel.

With a few more strokes of his mouth, I crumbled to pieces, hearing myself moaning his name, but not recognizing the voice in its high-pitched breathiness, its unabashed neediness.

“No, Ethan,” it whimpered. “Don’t. Pleaaaaa… waaaaiiitttt.”

But of course, the unstoppable CEO between my legs didn’t. He buried his tongue deep inside of me, needing no further permission, and I exploded into a million little pieces, crying out in a disembodied squeal that tapered off into tiny soft whimpers, as I fell—boneless, on top of his chiseled, naked body.

And even when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, Ethan didn’t stop there. He reached for me, sliding my bottom backwards onto his muscular pelvis. His eyes were earthy and lust-filled—hot. They scorched a path along the line of me and he reached for the nightstand, breaking open the seal of a metal foil wrapper, removing the rubber which I snatched from his hands to watch his eyes go wide as I placed it over his dampened tip, pulling the sheath down on him to slide over his slippery shaft.

I marveled at the impressive length of him.

Long, thick… Perfect.

A dusting of sandy blond hair covered his hardened chest, and I traced the trail of it that teased from his navel to his cock, at the base of his “v-lines.” The proudness of his erection made me want to fist a handful of it, and when I did, I noticed Ethan watching me sightsee over his body like a tourist, his smile playful as he witnessed my eyes widen with excitement.

When I positioned my hips over his, the way his breath hitched let me know he utterly agreed.  We were both done waiting. I sunk down slowly on his covered shaft, loving the flawless fit of Ethan inside me. His fullness was perfection, and he sighed with a satisfaction that almost made me come right there on top of him.

I whined, wanting to slow my ascent into ecstasy.  His voice was gruff, nearly a growl, as he gave a thrust into me. And I’d never felt so freaking complete.

I shuddered as his voice rumbled across my skin.

“Don’t you fucking come, Kat. Your body—your pussy… is mine, kitten. And it doesn’t do anything without my permission. Tell me, Kat… Tell me what I already know, babe…”

I moaned, swaying as I sat on his cock. “My pussy is yours, Ethan.”

He hissed. “And…?”

“My pussy doesn’t do anything without your permission.”

He bit my neck, sucking lightly. “That’s right, kitten. Now, let me show you how to ride a cock. Let me show you how to make that pussy purr the way I like it.”

He rocked himself upward and into me, the sensation making me grind my hips downward onto him, my need to feel him overriding everything else.

Ethan and I moved together like a fluid samba, and we fell into a rhythm like a dance. He controlled the agonizing tempo, and I followed his lead, letting him take me to the peak and back down again. With several twists of his tightened hips, I knew that this would be our finishing act. My body started convulsing, shaking out of control, and I dug my nails into his sculpted shoulders, feeling hot tears fill my eyes and pour over as they reached the brim.

I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted Ethan. And I knew that I never would again.

He breathed life into my body.

“There you go. That’s a good fucking girl…” He smiled wickedly. “Now, you can come, Kat.”

The words alone were enough to undo me, but I clamped my lips, giving it all over to him. My body was not my own, and I didn’t know that it ever was. In the arms of Ethan Riske, I was merely his instrument… and he played me oh so well—strumming, blowing me… playing me like a harp, begging to be plucked.

I was his—would be his… as long as I lived.

One final swirl from gyrating hips, and my orgasm hit hard, shooting up from my throbbing center and out to my tingling extremities.

Ethan’s warning prepared me for what my body was poised to feel… but it didn’t prepare me for what happened to my mind. Thoughts I didn’t know existed hit the surface of my lips, and I clasped a hand there to close them in. He climaxed seconds later.

I collapsed on top of him finally, matching his heavy pants with my own, sidling into his warm and solid body. I felt like I could stay there forever.

Until the spark of flames outside my window caught my attention, and I raised my head to peer out, only to find that the fires from my nightmares had found me in the dark. They were back to finish what they had frighteningly started.

I jumped up.

Ethan leaped up at my side, and as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he rushed for my robe, discarded against my vanity mirror’s seat. Throwing it over my shoulders, he slid into his own boxer briefs before grabbing me in his arms. Half-carrying me out of the room, Ethan’s face was a stone mask as he escorted me out of the bedroom.

It was amazing that both of us knew what was happening without a single word.

I caught a peek outside my bedroom window just as we left… just as the flames flew sky-high, beckoning me from my outside balcony.

Toying with me. A taunt, if I ever saw one.

The flames covered the length of the glass now, angrily dancing outside of the room, their red and orange arms waving a deadly path that began to blacken the wood at the sides of my open window.

My voice was hoarse as Ethan escorted me out, still scratchy from tonight’s amazing escapades. All the fun was a distant memory. What fun could be had when someone wanted to kill you and the person you loved most?

When they wanted to see your love and lives go up in flames? I looked at Ethan as we exited the condo and saw fear for the first time. Someone wasn’t just fucking with us… This was a score to be settled.

I hadn’t seen it the first few times—hadn’t wanted to. And when we called 9-1-1 to report the suddenly raging fire, I thought of nothing else but Ethan—what would have happened to me tonight if he hadn’t been there.

On the corner, outside my building, I finally buried myself in his arms and breathed in the scent of his body. I forgot my betrayal, of the Charlie meeting—of morning.

It was enough to have the love I wanted in my arms… and suddenly the secrets I was keeping from him seemed so small…