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Chapter Five

As his racing pulse slowed, Ethan felt destroyed…and reborn.
What he’d experienced at Sara’s relatively innocent hands was the most sensual
and raw encounter of his life. He’d come dangerously close to passing out from
pleasure, he’d been wound up so tight by her soft, eager hands and mouth. He
couldn’t stop staring at the sexy, wanton image she made, sitting on the edge
of the bed with a hand in her blouse, her legs shifting restlessly against her
no doubt sodden panties and her wicked mouth still damp with his cum.

Without ceremony, he reached down and stripped her out of
the tight clingy skirt and underwear. He grasped the backs of her knees and
lifted them high and wide, shouldering his way in between and kneeling on the
bed before the lush, feminine bounty spread before him. The sight of the large,
pale orbs and the jutting deep-rose nipples, hard and puckered, made him groan
as he brought his hands together and cupped and pressed her bare breasts in a
not-so-gentle massage. He reclaimed one of the pouting tips and sucked the
nubbin hard, groaning at the taste of her, and heard her cry out brokenly as
she arched deeper into his mouth. God, she tasted like almonds and warm,
willing woman. A headier combination he’d never encountered. He bit down on one
nipple while plying the other with his rough fingers, feeling her trembling
increase tenfold. He moved his hand lower to the damp curls at the apex of her
thighs and teased her opening. Sara arched wildly at the feel of his thick,
blunt fingers stroking the swollen lips of her pussy.

“Please, Ethan, put them inside me,” she begged in a broken
whisper, her head thrashing from side to side and clutching handfuls of the
bedspread.

Ethan grinned. His lady had sent him to the moon and back
tonight. It was time to return the favor. He kept plucking and pinching at her
with one hand while the other reached for her purse, which lay forgotten on the
floor.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked in a sensual whisper.
“You want my fingers in your hot little cunt, hmm?” He stroked the glistening
petals of her nether lips rhythmically before sharply tapping her pulsing clit,
causing her hips to buck off the bed in response.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he demanded in a voice gritty with
desire. “Tell me what you want.”

Sara bit her lip and sobbed in frustration. “Yes,” she
managed to gasp, her hips pumping in a desperate cadence against his almost
lazy fingers and hands. “I need it—I need you…” Her words died as he pressed
her thighs open wider, and she yipped in surprise as his large, square hand
came down sharply on her exposed, glistening pussy lips in a quick succession
of slaps.

He knew he hadn’t hurt her, but her wide eyes reflected
shock before rolling back into her head as he lowered his head to her exposed
pussy and gently sucked the slight sting away, his fingers tormenting the
tender pink hood of her clit in a sultry, steady rhythm. “Dammit, Ethan,
please!” she begged as she jerked against the covers. “It’s too much! Please
put them inside me, please!”

“Anything you say, darlin’. How’s this?” he asked idly as he
slid one long digit deep into her slick, hot channel. His jaw worked hard at
the feel of her, so wet and ready for him. The heady scent of her arousal had
his entire body tense and his dick drilling a hole in the mattress.

“God, you’re so wet,” he ground out, working the finger
deeper and angling it upward to try to find that special sweet spot inside her.
“Did you get this wet thinking about me, about my fingers in your pretty
pussy?” She nodded wildly, and he rewarded her by adding another finger and
enjoyed the long moan she uttered.

“So tight and sweet. Can you take another one, baby?” Sweat
dripping into his eyes, he worked his fingers in steadily, his thumb
insistently rubbing her hooded clit, before adding a third. He was torn between
the need to watch her come all over his hand and the urge to bury his raging
cock into her very depths, to listen to her screams of pleasure while he
pounded into her without mercy. He marveled at the feel of her snug, suckling
pussy against his thick fingers, copious moisture coating them and slipping out
of her channel with each measured thrust.

Sara shrieked softly, her hips thrashing. She nodded and bit
her lip. “More,” she moaned as she raised one hand and caressed Ethan’s taut
cheek while the other tugged her own nipple. “Give me more, please.” She
implored at him with her eyes as he pressed a hot kiss into her palm, scraping
his teeth against the sensitive, salty skin. He abruptly pulled his fingers
from her, and she reached for him beseechingly. “No! Dammit, Ethan, I was so
close!”

“Shhh, easy, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I just found your
little toy.” He showed her the vibrator in his hand, which he pulled from her
purse earlier, and pressed the bulbous tip against her intimately exposed
flesh. He grinned as she arched her hips into it before he pulled it away,
sustaining contact as long as possible. Ethan was glutton enough for punishment
to see how long he could keep them both on a high simmer before they lost their
heads completely. He slid the tip of it into her then, just for a moment,
before retreating again, and Sara wailed as she reflexively grabbed handfuls of
the bed pane in frustration.

Ethan did this a few times, teasing her with the smooth
phallus, rubbing the rounded tip against her plush, pouting clit, but never
hard enough to send her tumbling off the precipice. He claimed her breasts with
his free hand, kneading the generous orbs and taking in as much as he could
with his mouth. Sara bucked and cried out as he suckled leisurely on the
distended nipples and deep-rose-colored areolas. Ethan could sense her release
building inside her, from the tightening of her thighs and the ceaseless
pumping of her hips when he sent the plastic cock deeper into her quivering
cunt. Sweat dripped down his chin as he gauged her reaction to each of his
caresses, the tension ratcheting up so high that he feared he would blow like a
whale before Sara managed to come again.

Suddenly, he released her damp nipple with a pop and took
her mouth in an explosive kiss, biting and sucking at her lips, while he
plunged the vibrator practically to the hilt deep into her soaked cunt without
warning. Sara moaned like a wounded animal, rocking her hips in time with
Ethan’s thrusts. His own cock lay hard and insistent and scorching hot next to
her hip, and he grit his teeth against the urge to turn her around on all fours
and fuck her with abandon like an animal.

“Ethan, Ethan,” she panted, writhing like a siren across the
expanse of the bed. “It’s too much! I can’t take any more!”

“Yes, you can,” he growled back, determined to see her
shatter one more time. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Don’t hold
back, baby, let me see you come.”

With a small click, he sent the sparkly phallus lodged deep
within her vibrating. Ethan kept up the hard, steady thrusts as the vibrations
turned Sara’s moans into low screams and he watched her reaction avidly from
above. He prevented her legs from slamming closed by bracing them with his
broad shoulders and torso.

“So fucking beautiful when you’re about to come,” he
muttered. “I am absolutely going to ruin you for other men,” Ethan nearly
growled, sending the toy back into her wet, hungry maw, now completely open to
his gaze. Her shrieks rose an octave.

“I didn’t get to watch you in the elevator, but I want to
now. How does it feel, baby?” He plunged a little deeper and changed the angle
of the tip, not wanting to hurt her but sensing by the thrashing of her hips
that she needed a rougher touch. “Good?” he crooned. “How about more?” He was
rewarded with her sharp cry of pleasure and another gush of liquid desire that
sent the plastic phallus in even deeper than he thought possible. “Tell me,
baby, do you want some more?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes, more, more,” she sobbed helplessly. His
cock actually jumped at the wanton sight of his woman with her legs splayed
open wide, breasts overflowing in her own hands, and the thick pink dildo wedged
deep in her quaking cunt. He obliged her, turning the knob at the base, and
smiled as the hum of the vibrator’s motor increased and Sara threw back her
head and howled. He watched her body snap and convulse uncontrollably as shrill
bleats fell from her lips. Her hips shuddered around the merciless phallus in a
thunderous orgasm, and Ethan could actually feel the tug of all those intimate
muscles clenching around the toy. He groaned as he imagined his own huge cock
caught in that glorious vise, but to his credit didn’t let up. He continued to
plunge the vibrator into her through her wild flailing, fucking her through her
shuddering orgasm and causing her to reach her peak not once, twice, but three
times in quick succession.

“Oh god, Ethan! C-coming so hard…!” she screamed in a hoarse
voice as she clutched at his muscled forearms in desperation, her nails sinking
into his flesh and marking him. “Ethan! It’s happening again! I-I think I’m
going to come again!”

And then, with a wicked flick of his wrist, she did. Sara
turned her head and shoved her face into a pillow to muffle her long, throbbing
scream as she rode his hand madly, completely focused on her pleasure. Ethan’s
own primal roar tore from his chest and reverberated around the room as his own
release shot from him in hot, sizzling jets across her writhing body. He felt
her cunt contracting and clutching hard at the slippery humming vibrator,
nearly yanking it out of his grasp at one point. Ethan let her have it all,
murmuring sexy encouragements low in her ear, keeping her on the edge, until
his own hand at the base of the toy was drenched to his wrist with her release.

He felt Sara fall limp against his side on the bedspread,
sobbing softly yet barely awake, and immediately shut off the vibrator. He was
breathing hard, and he pressed his lips against hers as he drew her close,
clucking soothingly while pressing every inch of her shivering, hiccupping body
against his sweat-slick form. He tossed the toy to the side and wrapped Sara in
his arms, half-carrying, half-dragging her across the bed and under the sheet.
He gritted his teeth against the fantastic feel of her curves, his cock
straining insistently, now revived and eager for more.

It would have to wait. This last orgasm had wrung her out,
and he was standing on his last legs as well. Her beautiful face was slack and
pink with pleasure, her lips parted and her chest still hitching slightly. She
gave another shuddering sigh, and her brow furrowed as she snaked her arms
around his neck, settling into his side like a burr. Ethan cradled her closer,
tucking his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply as she curled
into his embrace, her shapely legs tangling with his. A sense of deep
contentment and peace settled over him, easing the heavy ache in his groin.
There would be time later, he thought drowsily.

She was his now, he reminded himself, and they would work it
all out later.

Chapter Six

Sara was pulled out of a dreamless sleep hours later by a
low, insistent buzzing sound. She opened her heavy eyes slowly to a dark, still
room. Discombobulated, she blinked up at the ceiling for a moment and listened
as it grew quiet once more. She tried rolling to her side and froze. A heavy
weight lay across her stomach and her hip, and she looked down in dawning
awareness at the bronzed, hair-roughened arm that secured her to the bed. Her
gaze trailed across it, up the muscled biceps, deep broad chest, strong
collarbone and finally to the sleeping visage of Ethan la Montagne.

Her heart was thumping so loud that she was sure he could
hear it. Sara tried to keep her breath soft and shallow, no easy feat as she
recalled all the naughty, scintillating things they had done to each other. She
shifted, and bit back a yowl of surprised pain. Wow, she ached in places she
hadn’t known existed on her body. And she was definitely feeling a bit raw and
tender between the legs. The musky, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex
permeated the room.

God, he had made her come so hard she’d actually
passed
out
.

Her eyes grew wide in fascination as she stared into Ethan’s
sleeping countenance, the strong, handsome planes and almost hawkish features
softened in sleep. A heavy shadow covered his square jaw, his unruly curls
inviting to the touch. His ridiculously long lashes lay in stark repose against
his high, ruddy cheekbones, hinting at his mixed heritage.

Christ almighty, the man exuded sex appeal even when he was
unconscious. She thought she’d had it bad for him before. How the hell was she
going to go through the motions of daily life now, knowing exactly what she was
missing with him? His breathing was deep and easy, and Sara relaxed for a
moment against the pillow and allowed herself a few moments to take in the
unaffected beauty of the man who’d brought her to such orgasmic heights. She
bit her lip and flushed in the dark, remembering the way he’d teased her with
his tongue and hands, and later her large vibrator…

The annoying buzz started up again, and Sara frowned. She
couldn’t see much in the dark, but it seemed to be coming up from the floor.
Curiosity won out and she carefully slid out from underneath Ethan’s arm,
leaned over the edge of the bed and squinted hard into the gloom. Was that…her
vibrator? Right then, something buzzed beneath her, and awareness hit her like a
ton of bricks.

She gasped and plunged her hand under the bed until it
hooked onto what she knew to be her purse. Her cellphone! Angie! The bridal
party, shit, shit! Ignoring the protesting muscles in her tender lower regions,
she looked over to make sure Ethan was still out like a light before slithering
out of bed and limping quickly toward the bathroom. Closing the door gingerly,
Sara fumbled with her clutch and managed to snap her cell phone open before it
went to voicemail. “Hello?” she whispered, shocked to hear how husky her voice
sounded. Probably from all the screaming, she thought, ducking her head in
disbelief and embarrassment even in the privacy of the bathroom.

“Sara? Where the
hell
are you?”

Sara almost dropped the phone in shock as she cringed and
held it away from her ear. Angie’s booming voice still came through loud and
clear, laced with both concern and ire. She detected the roar of a crowd and
pounding club music in the background, and her head began to throb in time to
it.

“Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone? How
could you disappear before we even finished dinner like that? Do you know how
long I’ve been calling you? For like the past four hours! Where are you? Are
you okay?”

“Angie…Angie, I’m fine, would you stop yelling at me,
please?” Sara hissed into the receiver as loud as she dared. She cautiously
poked her head out of the bathroom, reassured to find Ethan still snoring in
the bed. She closed the door again and leaned against it, running a hand
through her hair and reveling in the intimate aches throughout her body. She
sighed and brought the phone back up to her ear. “I didn’t mean to abandon you.
Something—something important came up, I…” Sara was at a temporary loss for
words. She found she didn’t really want to share this monumental turn of
events, even if Angie was her best friend. It was too soon. She’d woken up next
to
Ethan
, for chrissakes! He wasn’t just any guy, he was her dream guy.
He was like her Everest. It was a red-letter moment for her. She wanted to bask
in it a while, remind herself that it really happened, maybe replay it in her
head a couple of times before sharing with the rest of the class.

“What? Hey, why are you whispering, I can barely hear you!”
Angie yelled back. “Wait, wait, let me get off this dance floor.” There was a
pause and when Angie spoke again, Sara didn’t have to wince in pain. “So,
what's wrong? Are you up in your room right now?”

“Uh, kind of…”

“Omigod, was it the calamari? Because Andrea also had to
book it to the nearest bathroom before we hit club Tryst tonight, and I felt a
little ooky for a bit, but then it went away.” Angie hiccupped and giggled.

With a sigh, Sara realized that her soon-to-be-married
friend was already three sheets to the wind as the really crazy nightlife was
starting to stir all along the Strip. She’d have to go and attend to her before
Angie ended up following some random man home like a lost goat. It was only
eleven o’clock, she noted with some shock. Still plenty of time to meet up with
the group at the club, and they hadn’t even reached the strip club yet.

“No, Angie, I’m fine, I’m calamari-free,” she tried again,
staring at her reflection over the sink and combing out her hair with her
fingers. She traced some darkening marks around her collar and breasts, and
touched the still-damp, swollen flesh between her legs and flushed with
remembered pleasure.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I, uh, had a really bad
migraine all of a sudden. Needed to take some aspirin and lie down for a while.
I feel great now, though,” she ad-libbed.

“Well, good, because we’re headed to Mount Olympus in about
half an hour, and your butt better be there! I need my best wing-woman with all
those sexy male strippers! It’s my last week as a single gal, dammit!” There
was some loud male whooping in the background, and Sara heard Angie laugh and
whistle back, blowing loud kisses for good measure.

Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. She could not let her best
friend stroll up to the renowned strip club without her, and drunk to boot. Her
conscience was already shot to hell.

“All right, I’ll be there soon. Ask someone for a glass of
water. And
don’t
follow anyone home,” she cautioned and hung up.

Tiptoeing back into the darkened room, Sara hung back a
moment, clutching a bath towel to her chest and looking at the magnificent
creature lying in the big, inviting, rumpled bed.
Angie, you so fucking owe
me
, she thought darkly. What she wouldn’t give to curl back into that
golden-hued body and feel his hair-roughened thighs against hers again…

She crept across the room stealthily, gathering her wayward
top, skirt and heels, blushing furiously when she came across her sodden
panties. Then her eyes widened at the sight of the used and abandoned dildo.
Her hand shook as she held the long, thick, unyielding plastic, her eyes
trailing over to the slumbering form in the middle of the room. She shivered as
she recalled his firm, confident grip, the way he pressed the toy at a slight
angle to ensure that he made her see stars with every deep stroke within her,
just to hear her screams grow sharper, more keening. She wished they had
managed to have sex so that she could feel that thick shaft she held in her
mouth earlier forge a hot, indelible path deep in her cunt. But she would take
what she could get and be grateful. She didn’t believe for a second that he was
interested in pursuing anything long-term. She was thankful to him for being as
generous a lover as he had been tonight.

There was no way she was going to spring the toy on Angie
anymore, though. And she knew she’d never be able to use it again without
thinking about this night, and how fantastic it had been and how her solo
sessions were going to feel a lot more insipid from now on. She slipped it
quietly into the trash receptacle beside the television console.

She tied her sex-mussed hair back and dressed as fast as she
could, making sure she didn’t leave anything behind, all the while casting
lingering looks at the sleeping behemoth of a man in the bed. The big,
comfortable, inviting bed…

With one last burning look at Ethan’s sleeping form, Sara
closed her eyes and sighed as she slipped out of the room and shuffled down the
long abandoned hallway, throwing a scarf around her shoulders and applying a
fresh coat of lip gloss as she walked.

It was time to go watch a dozen prime specimens of manhood
dance around in ass-less chaps like a good little maid of dishonor.