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His hands went to my rear, squeezing me and pulling me against him, encouraging me to begin moving over him. I gasped when I felt his hardness beneath his jeans.
I began to move on my own, grinding myself against him, wishing we’d paused long enough to get undressed. I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed my butt again, and kept moving as his hands traveled up higher. They slipped beneath my shirt to find bare skin, rising higher and higher up my back until they could confirm that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He had to momentarily break the kiss, because his hands hadn’t stopped moving, but they couldn’t lift the shirt any farther while we were connected. So I pulled back slightly and lifted my arms, letting him push the shirt up until my breasts were exposed. I jerked the shirt off the rest of the way, and threw it on the couch beside us.
Ethan took a moment to appreciate my breasts, which he loved from the beginning. His hands went to them, weighing them in his palms and then squeezing them.
I gasped, “Yes!”
His thumbs ran over the nipples until they were hard pebbles, and then I felt a spark of pleasure and surprise when I felt his mouth slip over the left one. I groaned as his teeth grazed the hardened peak, my hands going to his hair to rake through it.
I held him to my breast, grinding my core against him at the same time, working us both up into a frenzy.
“Ethan, yes, please,” I murmured.
His left hand drifted from my breast, down my waist and to the waistband of my jeans. Moving towards the middle, he found the button and popped it. Then he undid the zipper so he could slip his fingers down the front to find my aching, wet core.
The door opened. I froze.
“Oh my god, Diana!”
It was Jessie and she was horrified.
Chapter 18
There was a long awkward moment where Ethan continued to suckle my breast and slide his fingers along my moist center. And it still felt good. My body was begging me to just let go, to ride Ethan’s hand towards my own satisfaction, but my brain just wasn’t having it. This wasn’t like when Louis watched us. He understood parts of the situation that Jessie never could. And Louis also knew now that Ethan and I had reached some sort of understanding, though he hadn’t been told outright.
But Jessie? All Jessie was seeing was Ethan blackmailing me into being a whore.
“Jesus,” she breathed, her eyes huge as she looked at us. Then her expression began to shift to one of anger. “Get the hell off of—”
“Jessie, wait.”
I covered my exposed breasts—well, breast, since Ethan was still lapping at the other one with his tongue—and reached between us to grab his wrist. I tugged on it to get his hand out of my pants. For a second, he didn’t budge. It was more than obvious that he didn’t care if someone was watching us; he wanted me, damn everything else.
“Ethan,” I hissed.
A moment later, he sighed against my breast, his hot breath cascading over my skin and making me shiver involuntarily. Then he pulled away and when I tugged on his wrist again, that, too, gave in. He removed his hand from my pants and I hoped to god Jessie couldn’t see that his fingers were shiny with my own natural lubricant.
Reaching across Ethan, I grabbed my t-shirt from the couch and quickly slipped it on. Then I moved to dismount Ethan, not looking at Jessie for fear of what I might see there.
This isn’t going to be a fun conversation, I thought.
I managed to get one foot on the floor, my leg under me, but then Ethan’s large hand grabbed the other by the thigh. “Take care of this quickly,” he said in a low, husky voice, motioning towards Jessie with a jerk of his head.
I swallowed thickly and found myself nodding. My eyes momentarily darted to his lips. The movement caused them to form into a sultry smirk.
He released my thigh then and let me stand fully while he settled further into the cushions and folded his arms behind his head, watching me.
I didn’t have to be told I was blushing profusely as I zipped and buttoned my jeans. I could feel the burn on my cheeks. Turning away from Ethan, I forced myself to walk towards the hallway where I could get a little privacy with Jessie. When I didn’t hear any movements behind me, I reluctantly glanced up to see Jessie. She was shooting daggers at Ethan, her jaw clenched tightly in anger.
“Jessie, please. We need to talk.”
Jesus, I sound like I’m about to break up with her.
Jessie hesitated. She didn’t seem thrilled with the idea of Ethan being here at all, much less of finding us together on the couch as she did. The thought made me blush harder, embarrassed at being caught. It was like being sixteen all over again.
