Chapter Eighteen

Devon

When I woke, I stretched, reaching my arms over my head and moaning obnoxiously. It was my favorite part of my morning routine. I liked the way my muscles drew tight and then relaxed when I finally ceased stretching and reveled in the warmth of the sheets.

When my foot hit someone else’s leg, I recoiled and shimmied to the edge of the bed. I rolled over to find myself staring at Ethan.

I was in his bed again.

I had absolutely no recollection of how that had happened. I remembered lying with my feet in his lap in the limo and then him telling me to sleep. Falling asleep with Ethan Garrison massaging my feet in the back of his limo was not something I ever imagined I would have the luxury of experiencing. And the way he had looked at me last night, there was something different there, something that had me wondering what was transpiring behind those dark eyes of his.

He must have carried me from the car to his room. To his room, I thought as I stared at him. He was lying on his back, face slightly turned away from me, with one hand resting across his ribs. The other was hanging slightly off the other edge of the bed. I admired the lines of his cheekbones and jaw and fixated on the steady beat of his pulse at his throat. His cheeks and neck were darkening with stubble. I liked him like that. It suited him in a strange, rugged sort of way that was a stark contrast to the sleek businessman persona he wore Monday through Friday.

He was so perfect.

I sighed and ran a hand over my belly. It was growing, that was for certain. If I wore loose shirts, I could conceal it, but I knew that wasn’t going to last much longer. Soon, I would really be showing, and there wouldn’t be any way to hide it.

There wouldn’t be a need to hide it, either. Heather knew I was pregnant and so did Ethan’s parents. I didn’t care if anyone at NYU knew.

A little wave of excitement went through me. I was going to have Ethan Garrison’s baby in four short months. I let my eyes wander all over Ethan. I followed the line of his side down beneath the blankets.

I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him taking care of me last night. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt my sleep. He wanted me to be comfortable. He had tucked me in.

I pulled the blanket up over my head and slithered down his side, settling above his hips. The blankets were draped over my head like a tent. It was dark under here, but I knew his body like the back of my hand now. I ran my hands up his thighs and over his hips. I traced the lines of his abs and heard him sigh contently above me. He was still sleeping. I was sure of it, but I knew I could get him hard easily enough.

I traced my hands down over his lower stomach. I felt the veins there and followed them down to his cock, which was firm and ready for me. I took him in my hand and ran my tongue over the tip of him. I took his balls in my other hand and gently rolled them in my palm as I opened my mouth and sealed my lips over his cock. I rested my tongue against the bottom of his shaft and then, ever so slowly, worked my way down until he was pressing into the back of my throat.

He was moaning after a few pumps inside my mouth. I paused, rolling my tongue over his tip, when he shifted his hips.

The covers were suddenly lifted up. His abs tightened as he peered down at me beneath the blankets.

“Hey, you,” he said a little breathlessly. “What are you doing down there?”

I took his cock out of my mouth and smiled up at him. “Thanking you for taking care of me last night.”

“Oh,” he said, his eyes closing when I sealed my lips over him. “Carry on then,” he said, and the blankets fell down over my head, plunging me into warm darkness that smelled like his deodorant and musky man smell.

The solitary darkness didn’t last long. I sucked him off, my cheeks puckering as I suckled, until he ripped the blankets off and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“I like to see you,” he said, his eyes locking on mine as he pushed me down on his cock.

I never broke his gaze. He rocked his hips against me and took as much of him as I could. It didn’t take long for his muscles to tighten up. His cock bobbed in my mouth. I caressed his balls and ran my tongue up his shaft while holding him in my mouth.

He moaned, pressing his head back against the pillow, as he came in my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily until he was done.

I crawled off of him and wiped my lips with a finger. He watched me out of the corner of his eye as his chest rose and fell. I smiled at him.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said softly.

“I think I have a bit of an idea,” I giggled, glancing at his crotch.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled and then rolled onto his side to face me, propping his head up with one hand. He had bedhead hair. It was jutting out all over the place, and I liked the chaotic edge it gave him. It especially complimented the facial hair.

“I know that giving is better than receiving,” I said slowly, tracing a finger over my knee, “but I’m going to be honest. This pregnancy is making me crazy horny, and I don’t think I can leave this bed until you make me come.”

“Is that a threat?” Ethan asked playfully, one dark eyebrow arching dramatically.

“If it is?”

He grinned and got to his knees on the bed. “Did you think I could let you leave after that? You thought I would have the self-control not to eat that pussy of yours? Not after that. Not when I know how wet you are.”

I blushed.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

I lay down on my back and pulled my thong off. I tossed it aside, and Ethan crawled between my legs. He went down flat on his belly and looked up at me. I met his gaze between my knees, blushed even more fiercely, and let my head fall back against the pillow with an excited giggle.

He started off slow. His fingers traced the outside of my pussy, just grazing the skin of my lips with a feather-light touch. I waited for what felt like an eternity until he ran one finger up my slit. I was so wet. So swollen. Sucking his cock and swallowing his come had made me so horny.

He dipped a finger in me. I moaned softly. He pulled it out, sucked his finger, and then slid it back in. Then he leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my pussy. His finger worked in and out, nice and slow, and when his tongue licked my clit, all thoughts were eradicated from my mind. I was consumed by him.

He closed his lips over my swollen clit and suckled, drawing it into his mouth as he continued fucking me with his fingers.

My breathing quickened. He held me in place with his other hand on my lower belly. I began gently rotating my hips, encouraging him. He moaned into my pussy. I knew he loved eating me out as much as I loved sucking him off.

He pushed another finger inside me.

His tongue flicked over my clit and little jolts of electricity shot through my body. His thrusts with his fingers became more powerful when he knew I was about to explode.

He lifted his mouth from me. “I know you want to come,” he breathed. I looked down at him. “Let it happen. Come for me.”

His words seemed to have their desired effect. His lips found my clit again, and he continued that delicious suckling he was so good at as his fingers flicked eagerly inside me. My hips rolled as the tightness inside me relaxed and gave way to my orgasm.

I gasped, desperate and excited, as he continued tasting me while I came.

When I was done, he folded his arms beneath him and smiled up at me like a proud boy scout. “Better?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes and pressed my hands to my temples. “Definitely. Much better. I feel like I can breathe again.”

He patted my thigh affectionately before rolling off the bed. “You just let me know the next time you’re having trouble breathing. I can help you out any time.”

“I’m sure you can.” I laughed, getting out of bed and grabbing my panties from the floor. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Me too,” he said. “Meet me in the kitchen in twenty? I’ll make us breakfast. What do you want, waffles or omelets?”

I twirled my panties in my fingers and looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

“Both it is,” Ethan said with a grin before slipping into his bathroom and closing the door behind him.

I smiled to myself all the way down the hall to my bedroom. I made straight for the shower and basked in the steam and hot water. When I was done, I lathered myself in the decadent lavender body butter Ethan had set out on my vanity for me when I moved in. I spritzed a bit of perfume on my neck and wrists before slipping into a pair of loose silk purple pajama pants and a matching long sleeve top.

Then, feeling like I was walking on a cloud, I made my way into the kitchen where Ethan was standing with his back to me, breaking eggs into a mixing bowl. He looked over his shoulder at me, gave me that handsome smile I liked so much, and nodded pointedly at the barstool at his counter.

“Take a seat. Your mouth will be dancing with flavors in no time.”