Chapter 63: No, I’m Not Sorry

ELLIE

Hastily, he lifted my dress up to my waist and freed his cock. A second later, he was pushing deep into me, thrusting forcefully.

I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. Oh, my God. So good. I wanted to scream every time I felt him bury himself inside me.

I quickly lost my mind, feeling his lips close around my neck as his movements became more intense. The feeling of his broad chest rubbing and pressing against my swollen nipples was delicious.

“You’re such a naughty girl... walking around all afternoon without panties,” he whispered before lightly biting my earlobe. “Are you going to come for me?”

He began to murmur dirty things between each thrust, going harder and deeper, driving me crazy.

"I want to feel you coming and squeezing me hard... Fuck... So smooth and warm... Such a hot pussy."

It didn’t take long before we both lost control, coming together intensely as we muffled our moans in a deep kiss.


*


I woke up feeling something long, hard, and warm pressing against my ass. Was it morning already? A faint light filtered into the room through small gaps in the window.

Ethan was holding me, his legs tangled with mine. Were we naked? Last night was just a blur in my mind. I didn’t remember anything after dinner.

His hand traced the side curve of my body, from my waist down to my hip, making me aware that he was awake.

“Did I wake you?” he whispered near my ear, his voice deeper than usual, sending shivers through my body as I felt his cock pressing against my ass, stirring my desire. “Sorry.” He rubbed against me again, harder. “No, I’m not sorry,” he corrected himself.

Waking up to his warm body pressed against mine felt so good I could almost get used to it.

“Do you hear me complaining?” I murmured before rubbing my ass against him, eager to feel him inside me.

I closed my eyes, arching my back and resting my head on his shoulder.

“Touch me,” I pleaded, my clit craving the feel of his firm fingers.

His hand slid from my hip to settle between my legs as we both moved our hips against each other. His fingers parted me, then slowly circled with perfect pressure. He knew exactly how I liked it. Soft moans escaped my parted lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered before kissing my shoulder. “So beautiful.”

“Please.”

I couldn’t wait another second. My whole body was begging, craving. His fingers moved from my clit to my entrance, wet and needy.

“God... so wet.”

Moving his hand away, he guided his cock, sliding it through my folds and teasing my clit before stopping at my entrance. His arm moved under my body, squeezing my breast, then he grabbed my thigh, lifting and spreading my legs before finally pushing his cock into me, making me shudder.

Opening me deliciously. The familiar mix of pain and pleasure spread through me, making me moan. Deeper, slowly. I could feel every inch sliding in, forcing its way.

He groaned in my ear as he pulled out and pushed back in. The sound alone was enough to make me lose my mind, overwhelmed by lust.

“Faster,” I begged.

He obeyed, increasing the speed of his thrusts, making me delirious with sensation. Always giving me more than I could handle, pushing me to the edge quickly. The pleasure was so intense, that I knew I couldn’t last long.

“Oh my God...”

My moans urged him on, making his movements more frantic, his thrusts deeper. Each movement heightening my pleasure, the sensation building and mounting, bringing me closer. I was so aroused that his cock slid in almost effortlessly because of my wetness.

“Fuck... So good,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

His fingers pulled at my nipple, and I turned my face. I reached for her hair with one hand and pulled, while I slipped my tongue into his mouth, meeting his and sucking, moaning against it.

Stopping his movements, he turned our bodies on the bed, leaving me beneath him, his hips between my legs, without abandoning my lips, hungry.

Our lips parted as he lifted his chest, propping himself up on his arms and leaving me breathless. Spreading my legs wider, he lifted them, leaving me completely exposed before entering me again.

Bending over me, he plunged in, pressing my legs against my chest, going so deep it was almost too much to bear. The sensation made me want to push him away.

So much pressure, fuck.

“Oh God... I can’t...” I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my head fall back.

He started moving, and the sensation made me dig my nails into his biceps. I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips.

“Shhh... They’ll hear you,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes, finding a mischievous smile on his face, but I was too overwhelmed to care if anyone heard us.

I could only take two more thrusts before losing control of my body, feeling him fill me so deeply that the climax tore through me, so intense I thought I would pass out.

I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming as a tear slid down my face and I felt my body come undone.

I think I blacked out for a moment because, when I opened my eyes again, Ethan was resting on my chest, caressing the curve of my waist. Did he make me pass out? That scared me a little, but it was also absurdly funny.

“I think I passed out.”

He shifted on the bed, lying beside me and pulling me close, then he held my chin, making me look at him.

“I think you did,” he said with a smile.

“Take it easy on me.”

“I try.”

“Didn’t seem like it.”

“Are you complaining?” He raised a thick eyebrow.

“Just a little scared.”

“Get used to it,” he said, but a second later, I saw the regret in his eyes over his choice of words.

“Relax. It’s okay.” I reassured him, looking away, his words pulling me back to reality.

It was our last day together. We would go home the next day. A strange sense of anguish hit me. I tried not to think about it.

“Did we do this last night?” I asked, trying to change the subject, but also curious.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Nothing after dinner.”

“I think we all drank too much. I have no idea how we made it back here. And no, we didn’t have sex; I just helped you get undressed before you crashed.”

“Taking care of me, huh? You’re going to ruin your reputation.”

“My reputation?”

“As a bastard.”

“Funny. Does that mean I’m starting to change your opinion of me?”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” I teased.

But the truth was that he had really made me see him in a different light. He was still a bit of a bastard, but not for the reasons I initially thought—more for his arrogance and sharp tongue that drove me crazy. But I had to admit that I liked that about him a little too much, as well as his honesty.

In the end, he wasn’t a bastard who used women, just a man with trauma, who wasn't willing to go beyond sex, completely closing himself off from any feelings.

Thinking about it made my chest tighten. What was Ethan like when he was in love? Was he more spontaneous and open? Affectionate and fun? I guess I would never find out.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Breakfast,” I lied.


*


After finishing my shower, I went downstairs to find only Zoe in the kitchen. Ethan had showered before me and wasn’t in the room when I got out.

“Good morning! Where is everyone?” I asked, approaching the counter while she stirred something on the stove.

She turned to me, analyzing me before finally answering.

“Chopping wood. I mean... the girls are just watching the testosterone show while they take turns.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

She smiled playfully and gestured toward the kitchen door leading outside.

“You’ll want to see for yourself.”

“Okay.”

As soon as I stepped outside, I understood what she meant. The day was beautiful, with the sun shining in the sky, and it must have been hot since I could see muscular chests and abs glistening with sweat everywhere.

Will was holding the axe, ready to split a thick log, while the others watched. He was a mountain of muscles, just like Jack and Jason, both shirtless.

Neil, Bennett, and Ethan were still dressed, but their shirts were completely soaked, clinging to their bodies. I felt a heat wash over me, and it had nothing to do with the sun.

The girls were watching from a short distance, sitting on the grass. I started walking toward them. Anna smiled when she saw me.

“Enjoying the show?” I asked, sitting next to her on the grass.

“Oh, yes, you bet! And you will too. Ethan’s up next.”