Chapter Twenty-One

LARA

I pull Ethan in for a deeper kiss, and feel his hands moving over my body, tracing over my curves. I can’t help but notice that in the time since we broke up, Ethan’s added muscle to his body. He’s strong, broad across the chest and back, with thick upper arms. He gives my breasts another quick squeeze and then reaches around to unhook my bra, lifting it away from me almost before I realize what he’s doing.

He pulls me back and down on top of him, pressing my body against his and letting his hands drift down to the curve of my ass. I moan against his lips. Any thought of comparing him to what he used to be is out of my mind for good as things heat up between us more and more, as our clothes fall away bit by bit, even while our arms and legs get tangled together. Ethan’s lips dip down to my neck, and I moan again as he kisses and nibbles my sensitive skin, moving along the column of my throat to my chest.

Ethan’s hands pull me against him and I pull back as he lets go of my ass to cup my breasts again, bringing them up to his mouth. His lips close first around one and then the other nipple, sucking and licking, sending little crackling jolts of pleasure seemingly straight to my pussy as I squirm in reaction. I find myself rubbing up against the hard ridge of his erection, with nothing between us but my panties and his shorts. I’m already soaking wet, and the heat of Ethan’s cock only makes me wetter as I rock my hips against his.

“God, Lara,” Ethan murmurs, looking up at me.

I smile down at him, breathless, more turned on than I can remember being in months. While I haven’t exactly been with a ton of guys since Ethan and I broke up, none of them has been able to get me nearly as hot as he’s got me right now.

“You’ve picked up some more skills,” I tell him with a smile.

Ethan chuckles, reaching up to my face to pull me in for another hungry kiss. His tongue plunges past my lips and I think that if I can’t feel him inside me soon I might actually die, but Ethan seems determined to take his time. His hand cups me through my panties and his fingers rub through the thin fabric, slowly along my labia, barely, barely, missing my clit.

I touch Ethan all over, marveling at the way he’s grown physically in such a short time. His muscles moving under his skin on his chest feel amazing, and he’s grown a little more hair there. I push my hips down to get better contact with Ethan’s fingers and he moves the fabric aside, finally coming into contact with my soaking wet bare skin.

“You’re so wet,” he says, barely breaking away from my lips, and I mumble something back to him agreeing with that assessment. Really, I’m too turned on to think about anything so mundane as words. I wish, for a second, that he’d just rip the damn panties off and somehow get inside of me right away.

Instead, Ethan tumbles me off him and onto the couch, twisting around to pin me on my back against the cushions. I yelp in surprise, but the next moment his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and pull them down over my hips, removing the last little bit of clothing on me. He tosses them across the room and I don’t even care where they’ve landed, not right now, at least. I just know that soon, hopefully, I’ll get what I want so badly I can taste it.

Ethan kisses his way down from my lips to my neck, my neck to my breasts, staying there for a few moments to give my pebble-hard nipples some attention, and then moves on to my ticklish belly, chuckling to himself as I squirm in reaction.

“Some things never change,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or to himself. But then he’s slipping down between my legs, spreading them wide, looking up at me from just below my hips. I know what’s coming but even that doesn’t stop the shock of pleasure that lights up my nervous system when Ethan buries his face against my pussy, nuzzling against me for a moment before beginning to lick and suck.

He teases me for what seems like an hour, barely bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit where I want it most and then dipping down to my inner labia, keeping me right on the edge as I moan and squirm and writhe, grabbing at his head and shoulders, trying to twist my hips in such a way that he can’t avoid giving me what I want. I forget about everything but the need to get relief, bucking up against Ethan’s mouth.

Finally, Ethan begins to focus on my clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around the little bead of nerves, flicking against my pleasure center until I’m panting and gasping for breath. He pins my hips down with his arms and holds me right where he wants me, working me with his mouth until I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. I grab his shoulders as the tension between my hips shatters and wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

Ethan doesn’t let up, and it feels like my climax goes on for an hour as he keeps just enough pressure on my clit to keep me going, backing off every so often and starting over again. I come until I’m gasping for breath and trembling from the pleasure tingling through my nerves, and my clit is almost unbearably sensitive. I’m just about to tell Ethan to pull back when he does, licking his lips and looking up at me with a little grin.

“That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while,” Ethan tells me as he moves back up my body to kiss me on the lips. I can feel the hard, hot ridge of his erection pressing against my hip, and even though maybe two seconds ago I would have said it would take me an hour to be ready for more, the reminder turns me on all over again.

I kiss him back, pressing my body against his, and wrap my legs around his hips. I’m soaking wet, and as I push my hips down, I love the feel of his cock, covered still by his shorts, against me. From the way Ethan tenses against me I can tell he likes the way I feel just as much.

“Give me two minutes to catch my breath and we can take care of your needs too,” I say, rubbing against him a little bit. Ethan groans, and I feel his weight shift on top of me, and then, deliciously, his shorts are gone and there’s nothing at all between us. I should probably stop things here, I should probably ask him if he’s got a condom or tell him I can look for one in my bathroom, but I don’t want to wait, or stop to think.

Ethan waits until my breathing has slowed and then I feel his fingertips brush against my labia as he guides the tip of his cock up against my pussy. He thrusts into me slowly and my toes curl as he fills me inch by inch, pushing against the little bit of resistance as my body tries to tighten around him. I push my hips down to take him deeper, faster, and Ethan chuckles lowly in my ear as we find our rhythm. It takes us a couple of moments. I’m only too eager and Ethan seems to be wanting to hold back a little bit, but once I fall into his movements, it feels so good that I don’t even care that he’s taking his time.

We move together, Ethan pushing deeper and deeper inside of me, and every movement of his hips rubs up against my still-sensitive clit. When the tip of Ethan’s cock starts brushing against my g-spot every third or fourth thrust, I almost can’t bear how good it feels, he fits inside of me so perfectly, it’s like my body was made to take him.

Before I know it, we’re both speeding up, touching each other everywhere, kissing each other again and again, and the tension is building between my hips until it’s almost unbearable. I twist my hips and try to consciously flex my inner muscles around Ethan’s thick, hard cock inside of me. Wanting nothing in the world more than to feel him climax with me, he keeps slowing down just when I’m on the edge, the same as before, until I’m just short of begging him to bring this ecstasy its end already.

Ethan speeds up again and I can’t hold back any longer. All at once the tension deep down in my hips just snaps, and I climax for the second, maybe the third, time that night, grabbing at Ethan’s back and shoulders, crying out as the pleasure washes through me again. He manages to hold back a little longer, but just as my orgasm is starting to ebb, I feel his whole body tense, and then his climax brings me back to my own heights yet again.

I don’t know how long we keep going. After a while I realize that we’ve stopped, panting for breath, and then I drift off, with Ethan’s comfortable weight pressed against me, until I’m asleep. By the time I wake up again, Ethan’s fallen asleep too, and I realize that we’ve probably both been on short sleep rations, between taking care of Riley and all the stress that comes along with it. It’s something like three in the morning and I shift Ethan on top of me, moving him little by little until he wakes up.

“That was amazing,” he says, smiling at me dreamily, and I feel like someone has dumped ice water down my back.

“We can’t ever do it again,” I tell him. The afterglow of our sex together has completely deserted me, and I have this feeling like panic welling up. What the hell have I done? It’s been five months since Alexis died and here I am fucking her husband! It isn’t just that — while I was able to forget everything, all the hurt, all the complication, all the drama, while we were going at it, every last bit of the problems between Ethan and me seem to come rushing back to me in the aftermath.

“What?” Ethan sits up and I slip off the couch, looking around the living room for my clothes.

What the hell came over me? Why did I go along with him?

“We can’t have sex again. We can’t even kiss. We can’t get involved physically,” I reply, finding my shirt first and then hurriedly pulling it on over my head.

“Why not?”

I look at Ethan. “You’re a widower, and my sister, who you started dating after we broke up, has only been dead for a few months,” I say.

“She’s dead, Lara. Us not having sex isn’t going to bring her back,” Ethan points out.

“No, but us not having sex will let me stay objective,” I insist. I remember what I said to my father during our fight, but even more clearly, I can remember the crushing way that I’d felt when I came home to discover my sister with my ex-boyfriend.

I say to myself, You’re just a comfortable rebound for him at the moment. As soon as he gets over Alexis all the way, he’s going to go after someone else, and you can’t afford to get hurt by him again.

“What’s going on, Lara?”

“You should go home,” I say. I finally find my panties and put them on as well, though I know as soon as I get rid of Ethan I’m going to take a shower, and I realize that he came inside of me, and that I’m going to have to get Plan B or something similar the next day.

“Are you sure?”

I nod in response to his question.

“Take care. I told Dad that I don’t want Riley on my own and I mean it,” I say, trying to soften the blow a little bit. Ethan gets up, quickly gets dressed, and even though he keeps looking at me curiously, I make myself stay quiet until he leaves.