Chapter Six
Devon
Ethan’s penthouse was the definition of extravagance. It was elegant yet simple, with dark furniture in shades of gray and black. The walls were also a glossy black that was so shiny, it almost looked like there was a thin layer of water over them. Outside, all around his living room, dining room, and kitchen was a great wraparound balcony speckled with lounge furniture, sculptures, and trees strung with twinkling white lights that reflection in the floor to ceiling windows. Beneath one of those trees was a hot tub.
“Your home is beautiful,” I said as Ethan pulled some plates down from his cupboard.
“Thank you,” Ethan said. “Took a long time to get it to look like this, so it had better be. Want a glass of wine? Might be the last one you can have for a while.”
“Just one?” I teased.
Jokes had always come easily to us when we used to see each other years ago. We were never around one another unless Heather was there because she was the one we were both there to see. But Ethan and I had always gotten along and playful banter had always been the foundation of our almost-friendship.
“You can have as many as you like,” he said, reaching for a bottle he had probably just opened and pouring it into two crystal wine glasses. He held his up in a toast, and I followed suit. “Here’s to making another human.”
“And paying for school,” I said as we gently tapped our glasses together.
“And having someone to inherit my fortune.”
We both took a mouthful of wine. It was earthy but fruity, and I felt the warmth of it all the way down my throat and into my belly. It was, without a doubt, the best wine I had ever tasted. As Ethan filled the two plates on the counter with salmon, risotto, beets, and broccoli, I took another sip. Then he took the plates, and I followed him to the dining room table.
We were surrounded by windows as we sat and ate. I couldn’t get over how beautiful his home was. It felt a little empty to me, though. He lived here all alone. I lived alone as well but in a fraction of the amount of space.
I found myself thinking he should get a dog as we chatted through dinner. The food was delicious, and Ethan’s company was pleasant and yet a little awkward. I told myself that awkward was all right. We were both about to try to make a baby together after not seeing one another for probably three years. If it was comfortable, I would have questions.
I had always liked him. In fact, as a younger girl, I had fancied him. He was strikingly handsome with near-black hair and eyes. He had always been fit, and I could tell there were muscles lurking beneath his navy-blue dress shirt.
When my plate was empty, Ethan cleared the table. He returned with the wine and topped up both our glasses. Then he took up his seat again, leaned back against the back of his chair, and sipped his wine like a refined gentleman. I couldn’t deny that the way his body was lazily draped across the chair was turning me on. He was hotter than I remembered.
“So, what are you studying at NYU?” Ethan asked, his dark gaze locked on mine.
“I’m going for my MBA,” I said, taking a rather big gulp of wine. The way he was looking at me was making me a little nervous. He had never looked at me like that, like he knew what was happening to me between my legs.
“Wow,” he said, sounding impressed. “You’ve always been a go-getter, Devon. I like that about you. I imagine you’re working as well. Back in the day, you were always juggling several things at once.”
“Well, funny story actually,” I said, giggling without meaning to. “I quit my job yesterday afternoon.”
Ethan smiled curiously. “But you didn’t know you were going to, you know, land the whole surrogacy thing. That seems like a risk the Devon I know wouldn’t take.”
“Yeah, it’s not. But my boss was a total bitch, and I wasn’t going to be able to afford the tuition regardless of whether I kept working for her. It wasn’t worth the headache she was. And in the end, it all worked out,” I said. “It really worked out. In nine months, I’ll have just shy of a million dollars in my bank account. That’s … that’s fucking insane.”
Ethan chuckled and leaned forward to refill my wine glass again. I wasn’t going to object. The wine was easing my mind and lessening the tension in the room. It was also making Ethan look even more attractive.
“I know people say money can’t buy you happiness,” Ethan said, “but mine sure has bought me a lot of things and experiences that made me so happy, I was shooting sunshine out of my ass.”
I giggled and covered my mouth.
Ethan grinned. My heart skipped a beat. “You still have the same laugh.”
“So do you.”
“And the same bright eyes that used to distract me whenever you were around,” he said, his voice lower than before.
I swallowed. The air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. I knew everything was about to change. I knew I was about to see and feel more of Ethan Garrison than I ever dreamed possible.
And I had most definitely dreamed it more than once.
Ethan stood. I watched him, unable to move from my seat as he walked around the corner of the table to stand in front of me. He offered me his hand. After staring at it like a fool for a minute, I took it, and he drew me up.
I stood before him looking up into his dark eyes that nearly matched his glossy black floors. The lights from the trees on the balcony sparkled in their depths as he stared at me.
I had never felt so nervous before. My stomach was a tight knot of nerves competing for attention with the heat between my legs.
“Are you ready to do this?” Ethan breathed.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His hand was suddenly on my cheek. He ran his thumb along my jaw and drew his hand back behind my neck. He cupped my head and pulled me to him, using his thumb to angle my face upward to meet him as he bowed his head to me.
His lips grazed mine gently at first. It was the softest touch, and it reminded me of silk. He held back, our lips still just softly touching, until I trembled in his grasp. Then, he sealed his lips to mine, stripping the breath from my lungs, and I became lost in him.
His rock hard body was so close to mine. I leaned into him, and his hands wandered down my back until he had a grip on my ass. He held me like that, still kissing me with unbridled fierceness, until he couldn’t stand the gap of space between us.
He pulled me to him and crushed me against him. My breasts were squished against his chest. It felt good. He was powerful and used his body to effortlessly maneuver me where he wanted. I didn’t mind. I liked that he was the kind of man who would take the lead.
Then, I noticed his cock growing harder and harder by the second. The length of him grew and rested on my hip. I was so hungry for him. I wanted him inside me and all over me. I needed it.
His hands moved over my hips until he was undoing my fly. Then, when he had succeeded, he took the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Our lips parted for the briefest second as the shirt passed between us, and then he was coming back for more.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he worked my jeans down over my hips and thighs. I helped him by kicking my pants off the rest of the way. He pulled away from me once more, this time to unbutton his shirt. I watched, fascinated, as he revealed a stomach rippling with muscles. Deep grooves in his hips made a perfect arrow down to his crotch. Dark hair swirled around his belly button and disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans, which he was undoing as I watched.
Soon, he was completely naked. I had never seen a man who looked like him before. I felt like I was looking at something I didn’t deserve. I soaked in the sight of him. His broad chest and shoulders, his chiseled arms and sharp jaw, his cock, huge and pointing up to the ceiling between us.
I swallowed.
He moved in on me again. This time, he scooped me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked with me clinging to him to his bedroom. His dick was too hard to ignore as it rested against my pussy on the other side of my panties. The feeling of him right there was absolutely maddening.
He kissed me again until we made it to his bed. He lowered me to the mattress and then put a hand on both my shoulders. He pushed me down until I was lying on my back. Curious and unwilling to look away from his nakedness, I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he hooked his thumbs in my thong and pulled it off.
His gaze fell on my pussy. I watched a primal sort of hunger pass over his face before he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed.
Startled, I closed my knees. He looked up at me, confusion written in the furrow of his brow. “Is something the matter?” he asked.
“No,” I said shakily, “but you don’t have to … I’ve never … this is just to make a baby, right? You don’t have to do that. We can just—”
He slid his fingers of his right hand between my knees. “Devon, please. I’m not going to just bend you over and fill you with sperm. I think we both deserve a little more fun than that. Don’t you?”
I wanted to say yes. But, as I stared at his fingers peeking between my knees I found that I was at a complete loss for words. I was about to feel Ethan Garrison’s tongue between my legs.
He eased my knees apart with the kind of tenderness that assured me he would not proceed if I wanted him to stop. When my legs were apart, he traced light lines down the inside of my thighs with the very tips of his fingers until my skin erupted in gooseflesh. I caught him smiling to himself.
The smile vanished when he leaned in and his tongue flicked out to taste me.
For a paralyzing moment, all I could do was stare at the top of his dark head. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to show him how good it felt when he ran his tongue over my clit.
His tongue darted inside me. I gasped, startled, until he did it again, and then I melted into the mattress and let go of the little voice inside my head that was telling me not to give in to the pleasure.
I crumpled. I reached down and curled my fingers into a fist in his hair as a little moan escaped me. His tongue licked up and down the length of me, over and in my slit, and then around my clit. Then he suckled, pulling my clit into his mouth. The pressure was exquisite. I moaned breathlessly, released his hair, and tightened both fists in his sheets.
He held my clit between his lips and flicked me with his tongue. Right when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer, he slid a finger inside me.
I cried out, unable to contain the sound as pleasure ripped through me. This orgasm was wild and untamable. I felt myself come. Ethan released my clit but kept his finger inside me. He kept fucking me with his finger as I rode out my orgasm.
Then he pulled his finger out and stood. His cock rested above my pussy as he leaned over to grab a condom from the drawer of his nightstand.
“I don’t think we’ll need that,’ he murmured, throwing it away.
I was still on my back gasping for breath and trying to recover when he took hold of his dick and pushed it inside me.
I was shocked that I was able to take all of him. The foreplay had helped. I was so wet and so ready to be filled. I watched him as his eyes closed as he eased into my pussy. He fucked me like that, his hips thrusting slowly, until my pussy tightened around his cock again. Then he pushed my legs back and climbed up on the bed on his knees. He put his hands under my thighs to push my legs back even farther. Then he leaned into me, his cock going in deeper than before.
Then he pounded my pussy for all it was worth.
I came all around his cock. He groaned above me. The sound was positively delicious. I wanted to hear it again.
He pulled out and slid off the bed again. He grabbed my legs and tugged me effortlessly to the edge of the bed. Then he spun me around so I was on my hands and knees. He put his hand just above my ass, forcing me to arch my spine and lift my ass and pussy in the air for him.
He entered me once more. My eyes closed.
His hands held my ass, and he squeezed tightly. I was sure there would be two red imprints from his fingers. I didn’t care. The evidence would be even more of a turn on when we were done.
Suddenly his hand was in my hair, and he was pulling my head back. Surprised, but excited, I let out a small whimper of pleasure. This was all new territory for me.
I heard that sound in the back of his throat again, and he bucked against me. He pulled my hair harder, forcing me to crane my neck, and then suddenly, the angle he entered me at shifted.
He had put his foot up on the bed. His cock was driving right up into my G spot. I moaned, the sound coming out of me like a desperate whisper for more.
He obliged until I couldn’t hold on any longer. I came, and as I felt my pussy throbbing around his cock, I was filled up with his load. It was warm and wonderful, and as he gave me his last few pumps, he released my hair.
I went down on my elbows, and he stayed inside me with his hands on my ass again.
“You have to hold all that in there,” he said, his breathing sharp.
The words made me wish he would fuck me all over again. “I can manage that,” I said.
He pulled out and retreated to the bathroom, leaving me alone on his bed on my hands and knees. I slid off the edge, careful not to drip on his sheets. I imagined they were worth a couple thousand dollars, knowing Ethan. I found that I was not, in fact, leaking, so I went back out into the living area and gathered my clothes from the floor.
I was dressed by the time he came out of the bathroom. He was still naked. It was hard to look him in the eye when he spoke to me.
“That didn’t feel like a chore, now did it?” He asked.
“No,” I said, unable to erase the smile from my lips. “Not at all. And it certainly didn’t feel like something someone would pay you a million dollars for. I feel like I’m the one who should be paying you.” I blushed at my own words. I wasn’t usually so forward.
Ethan chuckled and bent to grab his clothes from the floor. “It was good for me too.”
“Good,” I said, some of the awkwardness from before creeping back into the room. “Well, I’d better get going. I have class in the morning. I should be able to take a test in a week or two. I’ll let you know as soon as I have results, all right?”
“Sounds good,” he said. “Do you need a ride home?”
“No, I have my car. Have a good night, Ethan,” I said, catching myself for saying thank you. Normal women didn’t thank men for fucking them senseless. Mind you, most women hadn’t been fucked by someone like Ethan Garrison.
He walked me out to the door and stood in the doorway until I was in the elevator. Then, he waved goodbye, and I rode the elevator down, smiling all the while, feeling satisfied for the first time in over a year.