Chapter Sixteen
Devon
Eddison was pulling the limo up to the curb when I stepped outside into the brisk air after my lecture. It was nearly eight o’clock. I figured Heather might still be at Ethan’s, and my stomach was begging for bubblegum ice cream. I’d stop off at the parlor and call Ethan from there to make sure it was safe to come home. Maybe I’d grab him some ice cream too. I knew he liked plain chocolate and figured it would still taste good even if it was a little melted.
As I made my way to the car, my way was blocked by a girl in a green skirt and white blouse. I blinked, recognizing Heather but not computing that she was actually there, and drew up short.
Heather raised her clenched fist, from which was dangling a silver chain with something on the end. I realized with a start that it was my necklace. Not only that but it was my necklace that Heather had bought for me two Christmases ago. Heather raised her other hand and pointed straight at my chest. Her chin puckered, and her bottom lip quivered. Then, she got a hold of herself.
“What the hell is going on, Dev?” Heather demanded.
“Heather, hang on, where did you—?”
“Don’t bother lying,” Heather said hotly. “I was at Ethan’s. This was on his counter. I’m giving you this one chance to come clean. One chance, Dev. I mean it.”
I looked around. A couple students were staring. “The limo,” I said, pointing toward it with my chin. “Let’s get in and talk there where it’s private.”
Heather didn’t object. She climbed in ahead of me and took a seat where she could face me directly. She waited until I was in and the door was closed behind me before she started talking again.
“This is Ethan’s car,” she said. “So don’t bother playing dumb with me. What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me for months, and now I find your necklace at his place? And he has his driver picking you up from school? Dev, seriously, are you seeing my brother?”
I held up my hands, desperate to try to get her to calm down. “No, it’s not what you think. It’s a bit hard to explain, but let me try, okay? Try to understand, okay?” I asked, before launching into the story and telling her everything that had happened since she suggested I become a cam girl to make extra money.
When I was done, Heather’s expression was unreadable. I fidgeted with my hands in my lap and tried not to look at her. “Please say something, Heather,” I said nervously. “If you have to yell at me, then yell but please, just say something.”
Heather shook her head. Then she slid down the length of the seat toward the door, popped it open, and got out. I followed her onto the sidewalk and tried calling her name. When she continued to ignore me, I grabbed her wrist. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I pleaded with her to understand.
“Please, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing going on. It was a business deal for both of us. It was what we both needed, and it was a coincidence that we even ran into each other. Neither of us wanted to hurt you, Heather. I swear.”
Heather tore her wrist from my grip and lifted her tear-filled eyes to mine. “You both lied to me for nearly half a year,” she whispered. “Just leave me alone.”
She slipped away through the crowd of students on the sidewalk, and I let her go. There was nothing else I could do.
By the time I got back in the limo, my tears were uncontrollable. Eddison drove me back to Ethan’s, and I rode the elevator still in tears. Other residents in the building stood tensely beside me before they could get off at their designated floors.
When I reached the top floor, I got out, went to Ethan’s door, and let myself in. I hung up my coat, left my book bag by the door, and walked straight into the living room with the intention of walking through it to get to my bedroom so I could bury my face in my pillow and cry.
But Ethan was there. He was sitting on the couch with a beer in one hand. When he saw me, he looked up. The hints of a smile I had been too late to see lingered in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his mouth, but his eyebrows were drawn together with concern. He put his beer down and stood, grabbing me by both elbows and turning me to face him.
“Dev, what’s the matter?”
I shook my head as fresh tears sprang from my eyes. I couldn’t speak. Not yet.
He brushed my hair off my face and put two of his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Hey,” he said softly, his dark eyes filling with sorrow at seeing my grief. “Talk to me. What happened?”
“Heather caught me after class. She knows everything,” I managed to say before succumbing to body-wracking sobs.
Ethan grabbed me and pulled me into him. I cried in his arms and didn’t care about my tears soaking through his shirt. He didn’t seem bothered either. He didn’t say a word. He just let me cry until I couldn’t anymore. When I was done, he held me at arm’s length and lowered himself so that he was eye-level with me.
“Just give her some time. She’ll get over it. I promise. She loves us both too much to punish us forever. You believe me, don’t you?” he asked, his perfect eyes flicking back and forth between mine.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I believe you.”
“You promise?” he whispered back.
I nodded.
His hands gripping my shoulders were reassuring. His words were even more comforting. The way he had held me … I could still feel his body wrapped around mine like a cocoon of warmth and safety. I wiped away my tears with trembling hands, and then, before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed him.
The kiss was wetter than normal, but I knew that was because my lips were salty from tears. Ethan didn’t seem to care, and he kissed me back tenderly, cupping the back of my neck with one hand and pulling my hips closer to him with the other.
At first, it was nothing but a sweet kiss that erased all thoughts of Heather and guilt. Then it morphed into something more powerful, something that demanded more. It became more vigorous. My teeth crashed against his bottom lip, and his tongue pressed more desperately into my mouth. I crushed my body against him, reveling in the feeling of my swollen breasts pressing into his chest.
He broke away from me first. When he did, he was out of breath. He took my hand and brought me into his bedroom behind him. Then he began undressing. I followed suit, first pulling my shirt over my head and then shimmying out of my too-tight leggings. I let everything fall to the ground at my feet and waited as he stepped out of his pants.
He was already rock-hard and waiting. At the sight of his cock, I forgot all about my tears. The only reminder of them was the tight skin on my cheeks and the ache behind my eyes.
“Get on the bed,” Ethan commanded.
I perched myself on the edge. He pushed me back by my shoulders until I was flat on my back staring at his ceiling. Then he knelt between my legs and ran his fingers along my inner thighs. I sighed and enjoyed the way my skin broke into gooseflesh at his touch.
Then his tongue was dancing over my clit. Each and every lick brought me farther away from thoughts of Heather and closer to thoughts of Ethan. They were good thoughts. Thoughts of sitting in his living room while reading our books in comfortable silence, of cooking together, of fucking, of laughing, of finding out the baby in my belly was a boy.
I opened myself up to him, letting my legs fall farther open as my body relaxed. He was aware of the moment when it happened, and the swirl of his tongue on my swollen clit became more deliberate and more precise. I moaned beneath him, rocking my hips gently to show him how much I loved what he was doing.
In response, he slipped a finger inside me. He wasn’t messing around. He pushed up against my G-spot and curled his finger and then, like an expert, began flicking his finger back and forth inside me while his tongue tickled me and his lips suckled.
My orgasm was quick and violent. It broke me open, and I let it own me. I cried out and gripped the sheets as Ethan kept his lips sealed over my clit while I came. Little spasms rippled up and down my legs until I was finally still and gasping for air.
Ethan stood, his lips still wet and glistening from licking me. His cock was so hard, so ready, and I knew that I was willing to do just about anything to feel him inside me. I lifted my legs for him, holding them apart with my hands under each knee.
Ethan nodded appreciatively. I had the impression that I had read his mind and was doing exactly what he wanted me to do. I waited, baring myself before him, as he ran his hand over the length of his shaft and stared at my wet pussy.
Finally, he leaned forward, his hips meeting mine, and slid his cock inside me. He felt larger than ever before. I held my legs and my breath as he stretched me open. His thighs slapped against mine as he worked his way up to a faster pace.
Sex had never been like this for me before. I had never been like this before. Even after I came, I wanted more. I needed it like I needed oxygen. I knew some women were like this when they were pregnant. I also knew some women hated to be intimate when they were carrying. But all I wanted was Ethan’s hands on me all the time. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him as close to me as he could possibly get. The desire was always thrumming inside me, waiting to be flicked on like a light switch.
I was going to climax again. Ethan was burying himself in me at the perfect angle. He was hitting all the right places, and it was all I could do not to scream with delight when my body gave way to the orgasm. Ethan held my legs for me, dragging his hands up over my calves to hold my ankles, which he spread wide as he continued fucking me while I came.
For a brief moment, I thought I would have to tell him to stop. My whole body trembled uncontrollably and every muscle felt like jelly. Then, as my orgasm abated, that lust rose up inside me again.
I put my hand against Ethan’s stomach to stop him. He looked at me, eyebrows drawn together in concern and disappointment. I guided him down to the bed by his wrist and had him lie on his back. I knew what he liked, and I wanted to show him I could make him feel as good as he made me feel.
Once he was lying down, I climbed on top of him, facing the opposite direction. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and lifted myself up over his hips. He didn’t need to be told what to do. He held his cock for me, and I lowered myself down upon it. As it slid inside me, I closed my eyes and tipped my face back to the ceiling.
I bounced up and down on, curving my spine to give him the best view I could. I knew he wasn’t going to last long. Soon his hips were bucking beneath me, and he was grabbing on to my waist with powerful hands. I continued riding him, even when his cock flexed and jerked inside me, filling me up with wet warmth. He growled with pleasure beneath me as he came hard and fast.
His orgasm made me climax in turn. I couldn’t help it. It rippled through me like wildfire. My pussy pulsed with excitement and pleasure as I came, tightening around his shaft while he filled me with his come.
This was what bliss felt like.