Chapter 51:
ETHAN
“I said no,” she denied. “You must be joking.”
“No one will catch us if we stay quiet.”
“No.”
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I bent my knees slightly to rub my cock against her ass, making her breathe deeply.
“Do you want to do it the hard way? Don’t pretend you don’t like the idea of being caught.” I whispered, tightening my fingers around her neck while using my other hand to lift her camisole and slip under the fabric of her panties.
Damn. She was already wet and warm. Always ready for me. She moaned softly when I used my fingers to part her lips and press on her clit, leaving me rock hard. I lightly bit the skin on her neck, feeling my self-control slipping away.
“Does the idea of being caught excite you? Huh? Is that why you’re so wet for me?”
“Shut up,” she said with her eyes closed, panting, making me smile.
“You drive me crazy.” I circled my fingers slowly over her clit.
“Oh, my God.” She moaned, squeezing my fingers between her legs.
“I promise next time I’ll suck you until we’re both satisfied, but for now, arch that delicious ass for me,” I whispered before biting her ear.
So she complied, bending over the arm of the couch, leaving me stunned by how my words affected her.
I leaned forward to lift her camisole, pinning it at her hips. The sight of her ass drove me even more insane. It was perfect. Adrenaline coursed through my body, making my heartbeat uncontrollable.
I slid her tiny black panties down her legs before slipping my fingers through her soft, warm pussy. I couldn’t hold back. I slid my tongue right there.
“Oh, my God, please...” Her words came out as a plea.
“Shh.”
Unfortunately, I had to be quick since someone could come downstairs at any moment. And if we got caught, she’d probably end me.
Rising, I stopped to bite the soft skin of her ass on the way, then opened my pants. Grabbing the base, I rubbed the tip against her pussy. The sensation wiped out any remaining reason I had.
I pressed against her entrance, making her moan, and when I finally slid inside, I lost control, feeling her warm, tight interior envelop me. I gripped her hips and began thrusting hard, biting my lip. She tried to muffle her moans with her hand, but I could still hear her whimpering.
Watching how I was sinking into her drove me wild. I couldn’t think, driven only by my need, thrusting into her fiercely, like an animal.
“I can’t take it. Please... I can’t...” She moaned breathlessly, begging me.
Stopping, I leaned over her. Wrapping my arm around her body, I lifted her with me, squeezing a breast and resuming my movements. She let her head fall back onto my shoulder.
“Shhh. Come for me, beautiful. I want to see your face while you climax.” I whispered before kissing her.
She reached for my hair with one hand, sliding her fingers through the strands and pulling as I plunged into her. I felt her body tremble and watched her lose control in my arms. Seeing her expression as she came, clenching around me, was my undoing. *So beautiful.*
Pleasure exploded through my body, making my skin pulse and causing me to come inside her deliciously as I kissed her. It was then that I realized I’d never get tired of this.
***
ELLIE
I only realized what we’d done when the haze of climax lifted. It was no surprise that Ethan Morgan always made my reason disappear, but all that adrenaline from the risk of being caught didn’t help much.
Mr. Morgan was making me act recklessly and dangerously. First, sex in a restaurant bathroom, then last night outside that bar, and now this.
“Are you okay?” He whispered, still holding my body.
I nodded.
“Can you stand?”
It was in these small moments, where he acted so caring and attentive, that the alarm bells rang in my head, warning me of all the dangers of pushing the limits with him.
“Sure,” I said before pulling away.
I put my camisole back in place, grabbed my panties and the blanket that was on the couch, before heading upstairs, aware that he was following me.
I locked myself in the bathroom for a few minutes, trying to clear my muddled mind.
When I came out, he was sitting by the headboard of the bed. Passing by him, I walked to the bed brought by Mr. Beauchamp, before lying on my back, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.
“Can we have sex but not share a bed?” He asked incredulously.
“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to be ‘the woman who will make you a better man.’” I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.
“Ellie…”
“Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.”
*
The next morning, I was taking a shower when he entered the bathroom, occupying the space behind me in the stall.
“I don’t remember inviting you,” I said without looking at him.
I felt his huge body press against mine in the next instant. His hands landed on my hips, and his erection pressed against my ass, making me shiver.
“You don’t have to like me, Brown… I’m content just to fuck you. That’s what our agreement is for, isn’t it?” He whispered in my ear, making me feel his idiotic smile.
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