The Apartment: The Complete Affair (17 page)

“Well, come on, look at you! Any time someone that gorgeous doesn’t date in school, it usually means they are hiding a secret longing for other pretty boys.”

“And you’re an expert on the homosexual community, are you?”

“No, not at all, but it seemed that most of the attractive guys who didn’t date at my high school were living loud and proud by the time I ran into them again a few years down the road.”

He thought for a moment before chuckling. “Maybe that would explain why so many guys used to wink at me when nobody was looking.”

“Can’t say I blame them. I bet you were delicious even then.” She leaned down and kissed his chest, flicking her tongue over one of his flat, dusky nipples, causing it to pebble up.

“So, some woman finally got her hooks in you?” she prodded.

Ethan sighed again, stroking her back more firmly. “If you only knew how appropriate that statement really was.”

“Bad relationship?”

“To put it mildly,” he whispered. His thoughts went back to the first time he had ever seen Rachel, working at Sullivan Galleries for the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She had been the one to help him organize his first college exhibition. “She was so striking, so glamorous. She was older than me and way more experienced. She intimidated the shit out of me, so of course I went out of my way to avoid her. Well, she must have seen me as a challenge or something, because she hunted me down like prey.”

Lily suddenly didn’t want to hear any more—not about this particular woman, at least. The thought of anyone else having their way with him was disturbing enough, invoking a jealousy that surprised her, but she could tell that something really bad had occurred in his past. It made her want to hunt down the skank who was responsible and rip her arms off before beating her with them.

“Okay, different question,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss his other nipple. “What’s your favorite position?”

Happy to be changing topics, Ethan’s mood lightened immediately. His smile nearly blinded her with its brightness. “Do I really have to pick just one?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that depends,” he pondered.

“On what?”

“On what your goals are,” he explained. “Are we talking about favorite position for oral, or for actual sex? And there are different favorites for different reasons. One position might be my favorite for how intimate it is, while another one is my favorite for deeper penetration. There are lots of things to consider before making a statement about favorites.”

“Oh… my.” Lily’s eyes were nearly crossing from the instant rush of heat between her legs. “I guess I never really thought about it like that.”

“Would you care for a demonstration?” he asked.

“Oh, I think that’s a definite yes.” She could barely keep the drool off her chin.

“Alright, then, get up on your knees for me.” Lily complied quickly, looking down at him with a question in her eye. “Now, turn around and face my feet.” When she did so, she was happy to notice that he was fully aroused again. “Good girl. Now scoot over here and straddle me, right over my face.”

“Really?” she whispered, lifting her leg over him until it was settled on the other side of his head. “Are you sure about this?” She had always wanted to try this position but had been too embarrassed to ask for it in the past.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned deeply.

She felt his hands come up to grab her hips and pull her down, lining her up closer to his mouth. She waited for him to either say something or do something, but he lay very still for almost an entire minute. The only sound that could be heard in the room was his heavy breathing that was beginning to sound like panting. She could even feel his warm breath landing on her sensitive skin.

“Is… is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” Lily called back behind her.

“No,” he said quietly, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Matter of fact, I don’t think this could be more perfect. You have the most beautiful, delicious pussy.”

“Oh.” She blushed, thrilling at his praise.

“Now let me show you my favorite position for oral,” he growled deeply before digging his fingertips into the flesh of her hips and pulling her down roughly against his mouth. The first warm, wet sweep of his tongue along her slick skin made her buck in surprise, but he held her there firmly with his hands, refusing to let her squirm away from him.

“Holy shit!” she screamed, not fully prepared for his onslaught.

At the first taste of her honey on his tongue he snarled so loudly that it echoed off the walls. He began lapping at her dripping center, losing himself in the act of devouring her. When he felt her juices run down his chin he wanted to cry out in satisfaction.

When Lily was able to gather her wits enough to focus on the task at hand, she reached forward and wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his shaft, amazed at how firm such soft skin could feel. He moaned beneath her at the contact, and the vibrations from his mouth did unspeakable things to her body.

She leaned over and brought his erection closer to her, rubbing the tip of it over her lips back and forth a few times before flicking at it with her tongue. He thrust his hips up in response, seeking out the warm depths of her talented mouth. When she finally parted her lips and sucked him inside, they both moaned at the sensation, which sent even more vibrations coursing through each of them.

The next few minutes were full of noises that wouldn’t sound very appealing anywhere outside of the bedroom: slurping, grunting, panting, and moaning. Lily squirmed against him as her release washed over her in waves, the throaty groan that she let loose wrapping itself around his erection and making him see stars.

“Scoot forward,” Ethan commanded, smacking her lightly on the ass to get her moving. She reluctantly released him from her mouth and slid farther down his body. As soon as she had cleared his shoulders he put his hands around her waist and lifted her up, setting her down on his lap. Her wet folds were right above him then, sliding along the underside of his cock, which was trapped between their two bodies. “Oh God,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“That’s entirely your fault.” She would have laughed at how easy he was to tease if she wasn’t so busy sliding herself against the length of him, driving them both crazy. He maneuvered his hand between them and positioned himself at her dripping entrance.

“Now… sit down on me. I need to be inside you right now.”

Lily flexed her hips and sat up, sinking down on him in one thrust. She arched her back and cried out, amazed by how full she felt.

“This,” he panted, “This is one of my favorite positions for deeper penetration. Do you feel the difference?” He thrust up into her more forcefully, loving the way her hungry body pulled and gripped him from the inside.

“Yes!” she gasped, unsure of how long she would be able to keep her sanity. He held onto her hips tightly, pulling her down on him as he pushed up. After a few more thrusts Lily fell forward, bracing herself by her hands on the mattress between his legs.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already,” he growled behind her, his thrusts never stopping. “I need to feel you come on me again, as many times as you can before I can’t hold it back anymore.” She moaned and started pushing back into him harder. “Yes! You feel so fucking good!”

Lily felt her beautiful stranger’s hand sliding back away from her hip, toward where they were connected. She could feel his fingers slipping around between them, rubbing her clit a few times and pulling back again. She wasn’t quite sure what he was doing until she felt his wet fingertips circling around her rear entrance.

“Has anyone ever been inside here before?” he asked her, his own moans betraying how excited he was.

“No,” she panted, the word barely audible.

“Never? Be honest.”

“No, never!”

She felt his fingers applying more pressure as they circled the delicate opening, coaxing it gently until she felt one single fingertip slip inside the tiniest bit.

“Well we will have to fix that one day. I’m going to claim every single part of you, do you understand?”

“Yes!” she cried out, feeling his finger slide the rest of the way in. He was unbelievably gentle given their awkward positioning and the fact that he was on the brink of his own volcanic orgasm, and the most amazing feeling of dual stimulation sent Lily over the edge. Her entire body clamped down on him, gripping him so tightly he had to bite back a scream.

When her shaking finally stopped he pushed her forward a bit until he could pull out, grabbing her quickly and pulling her down to the mattress. “Lie back… fuck, I’m so close… I need to see you when I come.”

He flipped over and crawled on top of her, grabbing her legs and wrapping them high around his waist. He quickly guided himself back to her entrance, sinking back inside her slowly. Her body was so tired, but she welcomed him eagerly, feeling like he belonged deep inside her.

Ethan got up on his knees, arching over her body to kiss her panting mouth. When he pulled away he whispered against her lips. “This is my favorite position for intimacy.” He kissed her again. “I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby.”

He slid his hands down her arms and grabbed her by the wrists, bringing them up and pinning them to the mattress beside her head. She opened her hands in invitation, and Ethan wrapped his fingers around hers, holding her hands tightly while he continued to thrust.

She watched him closely, his beautiful face so full of need that she felt choked up with emotion. Suddenly his focus shifted, and she felt his fingers grip her left hand tighter.

“What the fuck is this?” he panted, stopping his movements and turning her hand over to examine it. When Lily realized what he was talking about her eyes went wide and followed his gaze.

The ring. She had totally forgotten that it was still on her hand.

She looked back at him and was startled to find that anger had replaced his look of bliss. “I asked you a question,” he said coldly.

“It’s just a stupid ring,” she whispered, her voice faltering. “It doesn’t mean anything to me when we’re here.”

“Take it off. Right now.” He released her hands long enough to let her pull the offending object off and toss it on the floor. “Now look at me.” He grabbed her hands again, lacing his fingers between hers once more. “You will never wear that fucking thing in here again, do you understand me?”

“I’m sorry… you said you didn’t care,” she tried to explain, not understanding why he was reacting so harshly.

“No, I said I didn’t want to know. I don’t give a shit what goes on outside this room, but I don’t want to know about it! Do you see the difference?”

She didn’t, really, but if he was okay with pretending the outside world didn’t exist, then that was just fine with her. Her happiest moments had been in this room, away from her boring life.

“Answer me!”

Lily closed her eyes and nodded, and he began to move inside her again, this time much more roughly. She wanted to cry at her stupidity, ruining such a beautiful moment by being so forgetful. She was shocked to feel his lips on hers again, kissing her frantically, his hands gripping her fingers even tighter.

“Don’t cry,” he gasped against her mouth between his kisses. “Please don’t cry…” She began kissing him back and he moaned, his hands shaking in hers. “Open your eyes… please… I need to see you.”

As soon as their eyes met he started thrusting harder, kissing her again and again.

“I need you to understand,” he panted. “When we are here… you are mine.
Mine
!”

Lily started moving faster with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, scared by how turned on his words were making her. Their eyes remained locked on each other, the only interruptions his possessive kisses that she eagerly returned.

“Say it!” he growled. “I need to hear you say the words. You. Are. Mine!”

Her body began to convulse around him as she came again, shaking violently with the power of his forceful thrusts.

“Yours!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “I’m only yours!”

Ethan cried out with the most triumphant, possessive snarl she had ever heard in her life, before his lips came crashing down on hers roughly and his entire body tensed up. She could feel him then, his seed pumping deep inside of her, as if he was trying to mark her as his own from the inside out.

That sounded perfect to her.

Ethan lay there in the dark, staring at the brown stains on the ceiling from the leaky roof. He could hear the weather getting worse outside, forming some disgusting mixture of snow and rain that was too offensive to be called sleet. He had been in the same spot for over an hour—since the exact moment his beautiful girl had left.

But she wasn’t his girl at all, and he couldn’t stop reminding himself of that little fact. She belonged to someone else, someone who had absolutely no taste in rings. It had probably taken him months to save up for that ugly little chip of a diamond.

Ethan knew that it wasn’t fair for him to hold such vitriol for someone he had never even met. Aledo was a tiny blue-collar town in the Midwest, and his family made up most of the wealth in the entire population. She probably had no idea what a piece of crap that thing was.

It hadn’t suited her at all. He would have chosen something so much more appropriate for her, even with the same budget. Groaning loudly in frustration, he rolled over and shoved his face in the pillow, but that only served to stir her scent around him.

He needed to get a grip. His head had been full of these thoughts ever since he’d seen that fucking craptastic ring on his girl’s—on her finger. It had been eating at him to the point of agony, and he didn’t know which part was worse: the fact that he now knew for certain that she was taken, or the fact that he cared so much.

He had been overcome with a blinding rage, fueled by a completely ridiculous sense of jealousy. Not directed at her, but at the outside world for daring to intrude on what was his, at the physical evidence that she cared about someone more than she cared about him.
That
thought fucked with him most of all. It made no sense. None.