Chapter Fourteen

Devon

“Don’t move,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. I nodded my understanding as he lifted my right knee gently. He pressed his lips to my thigh and rained kisses down my leg while his fingers drew my sock down, over my knee, my calf, and my ankle. He followed the ascent with his lips until the first sock was on the floor, and then he repeated the process with the other leg.

By the time I was completely naked, a fire had begun to rage in the space beneath my belly. A tightness had formed, an ache I knew could only be satisfied by Ethan’s touch. I waited, completely at his mercy, as Ethan undressed before me. He had told me not to move, and I dared not disobey him. I watched hungrily as he pulled his shirt over his head. I ogled his body like it was the first time I had ever seen those lean and powerful muscles.

The tendons in his arms flexed as he undid his pants. His hips directed my gaze down as he pulled his pants and boxers off. His cock was as thick and hard as ever, pressing upward to rest just below his belly button. I swallowed and fought against the urge to sit up, take him in my mouth, and suck him until he either blew his load or fucked my brains out.

Don’t move, I reminded myself as he climbed on top of me, holding himself up with his hands planted on either side of my head. He stared down at me, his dark eyes swimming with lust, his perfect lips slightly parted as his breath trembled between them.

He wedged a knee between my thighs to spread my legs. Then he lowered his hips to mine. The tip of him grazed my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath. The urge to lift my hips to his was overwhelming. I closed my eyes, licked my lips, and mentally pleaded with him to fuck me.

He was going to make me wait. He stayed like that, hovering above me, for what felt like ages. It became infinitely more impossibly to remain motionless beneath him when he began nibbling my earlobe and pinching the skin on my neck with his teeth. After a particularly hard bite, he pressed his lips to my skin in an apologetic kiss.

I felt the wetness between my legs bloom.

“Please,” I whispered, unable to stop myself from lifting my ass off the bed so I could feel the tip of his cock pressing into my slit.

“I said don’t move,” he growled into my ear. His breath was hot.

I quivered beneath him and bit my bottom lip in an attempt to distract myself from his body above mine with the pain. It wasn’t helping. If anything, it was making matters worse. Regardless, I obliged and lowered myself back down on the mattress.

He followed me down, the tip of him still inside me. When I was lying flat, he finally gave me what I wanted. He pushed himself inside me. I stretched for him, taking all of his length. A little whimper of pleasure escaped me as he pulled out and entered me again.

This was what I needed. His slow and steady thrusts made quick work of my defenses, leaving me as nothing but a shell of raw need. I was gone. I was nothing but the sex, nothing but his cock sliding in and out of me.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He froze above me and caught both my hands and then pinned them on either side of my head. I had forgotten I wasn’t supposed to move. He held me there, his jaw clenched, as he continued to fuck me.

I could feel myself tightening around his cock. The burning below my belly had fallen lower and the ache was more desperate now. I was going to come soon.

Ethan maintained his pace. Each thrust brought me closer to the brink. My fingers curled, and his grip on my wrists tightened to the point where it hurt. I didn’t say a word. I liked the pain. It was an exciting, exquisite kind of pain.

“You’re ready,” Ethan said above me. “Let it happen.”

HIs words were enough to unravel me. I came, harder than I ever had before. Ethan felt me constrict around his cock. He hung his head, giving me a view of his wild dark hair as he continued thrusting inside me until me orgasm abated and left me feeling weak but hungry for more.

He pulled out, flipped me over, and slapped my ass. It was hard enough to echo throughout the bedroom and leave what I was sure to be a red handprint on my ass cheek for the next day or so. I didn’t mind. A reminder of this encounter wouldn’t be so bad. I was so turned on, so enthralled by Ethan’s ability to satisfy my desires.

I arched my spine and lowered myself so that I was resting on my elbows and my ass was in the air for him. I watched him over my shoulder as he placed one hand between my legs. His fingers caressed my clit and he had me moaning within seconds. Then his other hand came into play. He slid two fingers inside me while he maintained the delicious, slow circle caress of my clit.

I clutched the sheets, gritted my teeth, and rotated my hips against his touch. He pulled upward, his fingers inside me hitting a delightfully sensitive spot. I trembled, bucked against him, and came almost immediately. I heard the low growl of pride come from his throat as my pussy squirted all over his fingers.

I was suddenly empty. I waited, ass still arched to the ceiling, until his cock was easing back inside me. I moaned happily when his cock was in me to the hilt and then began rocking against him. He seemed to enjoy it, so when he didn’t stop me or demand that I stay still, I continued fucking him, pausing only to rotate my hips in a slow circle before resuming the back and forth motion.

He slapped my ass. I yelped in surprise and from the hot sting of it.

Then his hand was in my hair, and he was pulling my head back. The other hand squeezed my ass before he wound back and slapped me again. I flinched, moaned with sheer delight, and bounced my pussy on his dick.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and I knew by the way he said the word that he was watching himself slide in and out of me.

I took advantage of the sliver of control he was giving me. My hair was still in his fist, and he was craning my neck back, but I had full control over my lower half. When I felt his cock swell inside me, I froze. He growled like a primal beast behind me and slapped my ass. I teased him by wiggling my butt back and forth.

He pulled my head back farther and leaned over me so that I was looking up at him. I gave him my most daring smile, rocked backward so that his whole shaft was inside me, and held myself there. If he was going to tease me, I was going to do the same to him.

He released my hair and threw me down face-first on the bed. His hands grabbed both my hips, and he lifted me higher. Then he began fucking me hard and fast.

I barely had time to muffle my scream in his blankets before I came. I shrieked into the duvet as he slapped my ass again and rode me until he came. When he was done, he pulled out slowly and spread me open so he could look at my pulsing pussy.

He squeezed my ass once more, almost as if in appreciation, and then disappeared in the bathroom. I stayed where I was, face down on his bed with my ass still up in the air, until I had caught my breath. Once I had recovered, I went to my room and threw on my pink silk robe. I returned to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As I was filling my cup from the water dispenser on the fridge door, Ethan emerged in his bedroom doorway.

He was wearing black sweatpants but was naked from the waist up. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched me drink a greedy four mouthfuls. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and put the glass on the counter.

“So, this is what I can expect when you’re stressed out?” I asked, feeling my own smile stretch my flushed cheeks.

Ethan chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “Sometimes. I needed that. I feel better.”

“Glad I could help,” I said. “I don’t feel so bad either.”

“Good,” Ethan said, his dark eyes lingering on my breasts through the thin silk fabric. His lust was insatiable. I wondered if he was considering going for round two.

I padded around the counter and joined him in the open doorway. I rested one shoulder on the opposite side of the frame and looked up at him. “What had you so stressed out, anyway?”

Ethan gave me his trademark one shoulder shrug and sighed. “I went to lunch with Heather this afternoon,” he said, “and she started asking me questions and accused me of seeing someone.”

“Oh,” I said, my stomach doing a backflip. “That’s not good.”

“I know,” Ethan admitted, uncrossing his arms and putting them behind his back before leaning against the frame again. “She’s hard to keep things from. She kinda has a way of sussing the truth out.”

“I know. Best friend, remember?” I said, pointing my thumb at my chest. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. Heather would be furious if she found out what was going on between Ethan and me, not to mention how she would feel about the baby and him paying me to have it. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes and sighed. “We still have to keep this up for eight more months. How the hell are we going to keep it up?”

“It will be all right,” Ethan said, stepping forward and resting his hands on my hips. “Don’t worry, okay? I don’t want you to be stressed out. We can still make this work.”

“How?” I asked, my nervousness giving way to guilt.

I was lying to my best friend, and it wasn’t some petty, small, doesn’t-mean-anything lie. This one was big. I had accepted a million dollars from her brother and was now carrying his child to give him an heir for his billions and his company.

A wave of emotion rolled over me.

Ethan noticed and pulled me to him. He held my head to his bare chest and stroked my hair gently. “Hey,” he said softly. “This will all work out, okay? Heather won’t find out. Eight months will fly by, and before you know it, things will all go back to how they used to be. Back to normal. Okay?”

At first, his words were comforting. Then something unfurled inside me, and I felt even more broken, guilty, and empty. I shook my head to ward off the tears and took a shaky breath.

I didn’t have any other options at this point. I had gone in on this with him. I still thought it was the best solution to my money predicament. I could hide the pregnancy. I was fit and strong. My doctor had said I probably wouldn’t really start showing until around the four-and-a-half- or five-month mark. Even then, I was sure I could conceal the bump with the right clothes. I would probably have to reduce the amount of time I saw Heather in the last couple months leading up to the birth.

I could do that, right?

Ethan tightened his grip around my shoulders. His embrace assured me we could make this work. We both wanted the same things. I wasn’t in this alone. He had me, and I had him.

“You good?” he asked, the vibration of his voice rumbling against my ear.

I nodded, too afraid to try to speak past the tightness in my throat.

He seemed to understand because he stayed where he was, arms still wrapped around me and his hand still stroking my hair.