When I wake up, Ethan’s arm is wrapped around me, firmly holding me against him. I continue to lie there for a moment and the events of the morning come flooding back. Taking a moment to roll my wrist, a sharp pain shoots through it and I hiss. The sound causes Ethan to stir.
“Thea” He groans.
“Yeah, sorry I woke you.” I sigh as I roll onto my back to look at him. My eyes roam over him and his hair is slightly messy. I like it though. He looks very young when he’s just waking up. It’s definitely nice to look at. I let my eyes roam until Ethan opens his. Without saying a word, he reaches up and cups my jaw.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. My wrist is sore, but other than that, I’m good. How are you feeling?”
Ethan caresses my jaw with his thumb as he leans in closer, now sharing a pillow with me. His eyes flicker over my face and I wish I knew what he was really thinking. I know whatever it is, he isn’t going to tell me.
“I’m happy that you’re okay. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if he seriously hurt you.”
My heart clenches at his words. “Nothing that happened is your fault, Ethan. You can’t put that kind of pressure on yourself.”
“But I do. I can’t help, but feel like I need to protect you. I brought you into my life and I want to make sure you’re okay all of the time.” Having Ethan consider me a part of his life is nothing short of touching. I don’t have a lot of family or friends. My Aunt lives back home and we don’t talk regularly anymore. I feel guilty for not calling her, but I also have Ethan now. I can talk to him about things if I need to...unless it’s about the club then no, I can’t talk to him about that.
“Ethan, you’ve already done so much for me. You can’t be my hero too.”
“And why not?” He smirks, his fingertips just barely moving over my jaw line.
“Because this isn’t a fairy tale. You’re not a knight and I’m not a princess. I can take care of myself.”
Ethan’s smirk dies and he sighs. “I know you can, Thea, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you too. We’ve been pushing each other away for weeks and it’s getting hard to deny that there is something between us. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve become close to you. You don’t look for handouts or special treatment and I appreciate that, but if I want to do something for you, I want you to accept it. Let me be here for you.”
I go to open my mouth, but Ethan suddenly presses his fingers against my lips.
“Let. Me. Be. Here. For. You.” He says slowly and after a few seconds, I nod.
“Okay.” I whisper and he uncovers my mouth. Closing the small space between us, I curl into him and he wraps his arm around me, letting his hand rest on my butt. I breathe him in, his cologne nearly causing me to moan.
“You smell good” I mumble against his shirt and he chuckles.
“So do you.”
Poking my head out, I look up at Ethan, whose face is only an inch or so away from mine. I don’t know what comes over me, but I gently press my lips against his. I feel him kiss me back without missing a beat. Giving in to the feelings I have for Ethan is scary considering the secrets I’m hiding from him, but I’m tired of going back and forth with him. I’m tired of kissing him and then avoiding him. I want to kiss him and kiss him again without regrets or worries.
His hand squeezes my backside, firmly and I moan against his mouth. God, his mouth is so great. I haven’t kissed many guys in my life, but Ethan goes down as the best. His lips fit mine perfectly and it’s just easy with him.
As his hand fondles my butt, I can’t help but wish I’d taken off my pants before getting into bed. I need to feel his hand on my skin. Pulling back an inch, I look up at Ethan.
“I don’t want these pants on anymore. Take them off, please.” I whine and Ethan smirks at me as we untangle. Sitting on his knees, he watches as I roll onto my back. He undoes my pants before pulling them down slowly. Thank God, I wore pretty panties today. I almost wore my cotton panties with the flowers and rainbows on them.
When Ethan gets them off, he tosses them on the floor. His hands land on my knees and he pushes my legs apart before climbing between them. Fuck, this is so hot. I look down and stare as Ethan kisses my knees and thighs. Soft whimpers slip from my lips and I want to tell him to stop teasing me, but it feels so good.
I’m in heaven until I feel him about to pull my panties off. The memory of him in the club comes crashing down on me. What if he recognizes my vagina?! Is that even possible? Either way, the thought cause me to clamp my legs closed as if Jesus himself ordered me too. Ethan frowns and looks up at me.
“I...I” Ah, fuck. “I just think we’re moving a little too fast.”
Ethan squints and I wonder if my lie is obvious.
“You’re lying” He says and my eyes widen. Well fuck, there it is.
“How do you know If I’m lying or not?”
Ethan grips my knees and slowly pries them open before climbing over me until his face is over mine. “Because, I just know.”
Suddenly, Ethan lowers his hips and his bulge presses against me causing me to gasp. I try to keep a straight face as he rubs himself against me, but after a few seconds it becomes too much and I moan. Ethan waste no time kissing me. Lifting my hips, the pressure increases over my sex. I used to think dry humping was so juvenile, but in this moment it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve done. Ethan’s hands slip under my shirt and cups my breast and for some reason, I giggle out loud at the thought that crosses my mind.
“What’s so funny?” He asks against my lips.
“I feel like I’m in high school and we’re in my bedroom making out while my parents are downstairs, thinking we’re doing homework.”
Ethan chuckles as he moves down to my neck. “I can definitely go with that. So what’s the subject?”
“Math. You failed your last test so you asked me to help you with it.”
“Mmm, I think I’m pretty good at subtraction. See.” Suddenly, he grips my shirt and pulls it over my head, before doing the same to his.
“Wow, you’re really good at subtracting...and dividing” I motion to my legs and Ethan smirks, bringing his lips back to my neck, nipping and sucking.
“I’m actually pretty good at Math. I just lied to get you here. I’d been watching you in class for some time now. Always writing in that journal, nibbling on the end of your pen as you clench your thighs together. What do you write about?”
I whimper as Ethan grips my swollen nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling them gently. “I write about my crush. He’s popular and handsome. I write about him taking my clothes off and doing things.”
I’m finding it hard to keep talking as Ethan grinds his member into me, but this roleplay is seriously hot. I never pegged Ethan as the roleplay type, but I guess I should since he hides behind a mask at the club and changes his name.
“What things? Tell me.” He groans as he licks over my breast, catching my nipple between his teeth and tugging a bit. My back arches and I moan his name.
“I...I write about him touching me between my legs and putting his tongue there. I know it’s dirty, but I can’t help but think about it.” I try to sound as guilty as possible without laughing. I’m enjoying this side of Ethan very much.
I’m about to say something about my lack of experience as a high school girl, but my phone starts ringing, blowing the whole fantasy apart since no one ever called my cell phone in high school. You kind of need actual people who like you in order to receive calls.
The phone stops ringing only to start up again and this time I grab it. When I see that it’s my aunt from back home, I push Ethan off to answer.
“Do cell phones not work in New York? Do the tall buildings somehow block the signals?”
Oh shit, it’s my aunt Lynn. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been really busy.” I stutter out, trying to compose myself.
I don’t talk to my aunt regularly. We barely talk at all since I left home, but occasionally she calls to give me an ear full.
“Busy doing what?! You haven’t talked to me in weeks, young lady. Explain yourself”
Of course she would call right in the middle of a make out session. Now it really does feel like high school.
I spend the next twenty minutes giving her the watered down version of everything that’s been going on, clearly leaving out the parts about the club and Greg’s out bursts.
Thankfully, she buys it and settles down. I know she worries about me being here without anyone and depends on me to call. I have to do better. She’s the only family I have in the world.
As I’m talking to her about her day, Ethan comes up behind me and starts kissing my neck. I move the phone from one ear to the other so I can tilt my head to give him better access. When he nips at my neck, I almost moan into the phone as my aunt talks about her cow Lucy giving birth. Not sexy at all, but Ethan’s mouth on me is.
I close my eyes, blocking my aunt out as she goes into the gross details while Ethan’s hand reaches around me to grip my breast. His tongue swipes over my shoulder and it sends a jolt between my legs. This man is going to be the death of me.
This goes on for the whole phone call and when I finally hang up, I turn around and smack Ethan in the chest.
“Fucking tease!” I groan, getting up to go to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, my eyes widen when I see what he did. Turning on my heels, I stomp back into the room and see Ethan laying in the middle of my bed with his hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed, and a satisfied grin on his lips.
Growling, I march over to the bed and smack his arm repeatedly. “It was a fantasy! I’m too old for hickies!”
Ethan’s laugh fills the room as he tries to dodge my hits. “I didn’t hear you complaining!”
“I’m kicking you out! Out you go, Mister.” I point to the door and Ethan continues to laugh as he rolls out of my bed, grabbing his things.
I follow him to the front door. I give him to the boot without another word. However, as I’m walking to the kitchen, I hear a knock on the door. Assuming Ethan forgot something, I go over and swing the door open. I don’t get a word out before Ethan’s lips slam into mine. It takes me by surprise and I take a step back only for him to take a step forward.
He kisses me hard and passionately, sending electric shocks down to the tips of my toes. When he finally pulls away, he smiles and kisses my nose.
“See you later”
“Uh huh” Is all I can get out. Damn, he’s good.