The #5Star Affair (Love Hashtagged Book 1) (9 page)

“Totally not true. Door-to-door vacuum sales isn’t even a thing.”

“It is.” She couldn’t hide her smugness.

“All right. Fair enough. What do I have to do? You’re going to regret it, if you ask me to sing.”

She was tempted, just to return the favor from earlier. But she had something else in mind. She summoned all her courage, and pushed out the words. “No singing. Not right now, anyway. Answer me completely honestly.”

“Like I’ve been doing all night?”

She raised her brows. Could he hear her heart hammering against her ribs? “Am I just a conquest, or are you actually interested in me?”

All traces of teasing dropped from his face, and he pulled her hand toward him. “You aren’t
just
anything, and definitely not a conquest. You’re fascinating and intelligent and witty and gorgeous, and ‘interested’ in you is such an understatement, it’s almost rude.”

She’d expected he’d probably come up with the right answer sooner rather than later. It was a leading question. What she hadn’t expected was such an immediate and passionate response.

He searched her face. “Was that it?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t sure she trusted herself to say more. “Your turn.”

“I desperately want to tangle my fingers in your hair, and kiss you again.”

Ethan’s voice had dropped an octave, and his gaze held her captive.

Heat flooded her, warming every inch of her skin, and searing her nerves. She pushed all thought aside, shifted her weight to her knees, leaned in, and brushed her lips over his. She pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “Truth.” Her voice barely reached her own ears.

He tangled his hand into her hair, held her head captive, and kissed her hard, groaning against her mouth. She leaned into him, memorizing every sensation.

Ethan trailed his finger down the side of Jaycie’s cheek. His entire frame molded to hers, pressing her between his body and the sofa. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels this.” A heavy current ran through his voice.

There were so many reasons hooking up with him was a bad idea. Except none of them came to mind. All she could think about was what it was like to kiss him. What it would be like to have those powerful hands roaming her body. To see what she and Ethan could be, if they stripped away the excuses and hesitation. He chased away her anxiety and forced the rest of the world to fade into the background. “You’re not the only one.”

“Thank Christ.” He yanked her head back, and slanted his mouth over hers. His moan rumbled through his chest, and echoed in her head. She locked her fingers at the back of his neck, holding on tight, willingly drowning in the barely sated hunger flowing between them.

He broke the kiss and met her gaze. “I’ve been haunted by fantasies of fucking you. Stripping you down a piece of clothing at a time, running my fingers over every inch of your body, and figuring out how many different ways I can make you scream.”

The words fluttered in her chest, swelled and tingled across her skin. Warmth spread between her thighs at the images he placed in her head. “That’s a big promise.”

“I’m up to the challenge. But I’ll warn you now, if you let me start, I won’t want to stop.”

“I’d be disappointed to hear otherwise.”

He turned on the couch, at the same time tugging her hand and urging her toward him. She took the hint, and straddled his legs. When she lowered herself, his erection pressed through her jeans, teasing her. When she slid against the bulge, he groaned, rested his hands on her hips, and dug his fingers in. He raked his nails up her spine, under her shirt. At the sharp sensation, she thrust her chest forward, sighing in pleasure.

“Do you ever play with yourself?” His question seeped into her hyper-alert senses, teasing her and drawing her further into the moment.

“I thought we were done with that game.” She ground against him, and his cock jerked at the attention.

“This is a new one.” He dipped his fingers under her bra strap, and glided along her bare skin. When he reached her breasts, he just brushed the outside edge, before he retraced the path to her back. “With any luck, one involving toys. Do you have any?”

Excitement raced through her, muting her embarrassment but not eliminating it. It was too bad she couldn’t play this game. “Toys? You don’t want to do this without help the first time?”

“I’m just asking if you have any, not if you’ll go fetch one.” He pushed her shirt over her head, and she raised her arms long enough for him to strip it off. He kissed up her stomach to her sternum, and her skin hummed for more.

Her nipples ached for attention, straining against her bra. “I don’t.”

“Not a single one? Be honest.” His warm breath, combined with the teasing question, enticed her.

If she glossed over the question, would he leave it be? “I left a lot of stuff behind, when I walked out. Furniture.
Toys.
” She tried to ignore the pit her answer summoned. Despite her attempts to hide it, a strain made its way into her voice.

He met her gaze and held it for several seconds, before kissing along her exposed skin without removing any more clothing. He dragged his palms up her torso, friction building as he moved, and cupped her breasts. When he brushed her nipples through the silky fabric, a jolt of pleasure yanked a cord inside, drawing out a sigh, and an ache between her legs. She ground against him.

His thumbs followed a lazy line back and forth, pleasure sparking on each pass. “Did you have a favorite?”

The question revived vivid memories, and made her body react as much as the physical touch. “I did.” She rocked gently against him, in time with the teasing. Each time she bumped the bulge between them, he grunted. She had to be soaked by now.

“And…?”

“It wasn’t a big one.” She needed more contact with him. The slow build was nice, but she wanted to feel more of him. She pulled off his shirt. Hard and smooth except for the fine dark hairs curling down his sternum, the definition of his chest taunted her fingertips. She couldn’t believe she was sharing this. It wasn’t about proving a point or not backing down. It was all about connecting with Ethan on a new level. “Nothing fancy. Nothing rubber. Just a little plastic vibrator.”

“Mmm.” He kissed through satin and lace. “So you’re more about sensation than size.” He grazed the bra cup with his teeth. “Say you wanted to take things slow. Where would you start?”

She sank further into him. He didn’t have anything to worry about, size-wise. She was almost certain of that. His deep voice was as seductive as any fantasy, drawing her more into the moment with every word. She managed to make her vocal chords work. “I don’t turn it on right away. I play with my nipples first.” Bringing the memories to surface enhanced the moment.

He pushed a breast free, and the room-temperature air was a shock, compared to the heat coursing through her. He flicked his tongue over the already hard nub, drew it into his mouth, and worshipped it with gentle licks. When he broke the contact, he blew lightly on her damp skin.

The sudden cold made her gasp and arch her back.

“Do you play rough?” He kissed the skin around her nipple, but didn’t focus on the nub again.

“Sometimes.”

He reached behind her long enough to unsnap her bra, yanked the garment down her arms, and tossed it aside. He looked her over, the appreciation in his stare making her body ache for more of his touch. He lowered his head to her breast again, and sucked one hardened numb while he pinched the other one. He grazed the sensitive skin with his teeth, and she bucked against him.

For several minutes, he lavished attention on her, tugging and rolling, and sending sharp daggers of pain and pleasure rocking through her body. Her clit throbbed, wanting more than it was getting from grinding.

“Ever get off that way?” His words teased her damp flesh.

She was closer than she’d ever been to doing exactly that, but she needed more. “No.”

“So what comes next?”

Both of them, she hoped. She dragged up enough sense to form a full sentence. “I move lower.”

Still massaging her breast, he grabbed her wrist with his free hand. He guided her palm to her stomach, and nudged it down. “Show me.”

The different sources of pleasure overloaded her mind. She’d cybered a few times, and didn’t have a problem with masturbation, but talking and putting on a show… Her entire body hummed from the immersion. She undid the button and zipper on her jeans, and slid her hand down. She whimpered when she brushed her lower lips, and her fingers were instantly soaked.

He kissed up her chest to her neck. “Are you wet?”

She didn’t know if she could manage any noise beyond a squeak, so she nodded.

He pinched her nipple hard, and bit into the soft flesh where her shoulder met her neck. “Make yourself come.”

She dug her fingers into his chest for balance, and sought out her aching button with her other hand. He continued to knead, suck, and occasionally nip. The combination of sensations stole her oxygen, and made her feel like her head was floating away. Climax grew inside quickly, eager to get out after the teasing buildup. She bumped her clit, sighs becoming groans, becoming cries as orgasm tore through her. He sucked on her shoulder, biting down as she screamed out when pleasure wracked her body.

Slowly, she jerked away from her own touch, the intensity becoming too much. He eased up as she did, intense gropes becoming feather-soft touches.

Just as she thought she might find her wits again, and was starting to wonder how to repay the favor, he grabbed her wrist. He worked her hand free. “Christ, you really do get wet.”

Her flush grew when he placed one of her fingers in his mouth, dragged his tongue along the pad, and sucked it clean. He looked at her, eyes dark and hungry. “You’re amazing.” His voice was heavy and strained. “And I desperately need to fuck you.”

She dipped her head, and kissed him, pouring all the intensity of the moment into the gesture. She crushed against his lips, and molded herself into him, rock-hard nipples digging into his chest. She flicked her thumb across his brown nubs. His fingers gripped her hips hard enough she wondered if they would leave bruises. When she finally broke away, the only sound in the room was their breathing. When had the movie ended?

She shoved the random thought aside, and extracted herself from his lap. “Me too.”

He stood and turned her away, so his chest pressed into her back. He kissed along her neck as he spoke. “I have condoms in my night stand.”

She didn’t need any more prompting, to let him guide her the short distance. They stopped in front of his bed, and he pushed the remainder of her clothing to the floor. She stepped out, and turned to face him. “My job.” She shoved his hands away from his jeans.

She alternated her gaze between his face and her work, as she undid his button and dragged his zipper down, a tooth at a time. She wrapped her fingers around his cock—she’d been right about the size; she hadn’t had any toys that big—and it jerked against her touch. He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back. A long groan poured from his throat when she stroked the hot flesh.

“I meant what I said about fucking you.” He looked down again, and nudged her back until she sat on the bed. He pushed her shoulders, and she fell to her back. Within seconds, he reached over her head, grabbed a condom, and wrapped himself up. There was no fanfare this time. No teasing buildup. He dragged the head of his cock along her slit, and thrust inside with a single push.

She gasped at being spread open, her breath quickening as he pounded inside her. He grabbed her knees and pushed them to her chest, driving deeper. He hit the right spot, and her frame pinged in pleasure. He slammed against her hard and frantically, and each time he bumped her G-spot, it dialed her enjoyment up. Another orgasm grew. She wrapped her feet around his waist, and drew him in as they thrust together.

“You’re so tight.” His words were punctuated with hard breaths. “I’m not going to last long.”

He dropped one of her knees, and moved his hand between them. When his thumb found her still sensitive nub, the shock and the way he drove inside her pushed her past climax again. She clenched around him when she came, milking his cock, trying to focus on every feeling at the same time.

His pants became grunts, and he pounded her faster. The frantic pace reached a peak, and his fingers tightened on her thighs. She held him in, feet pressed against his ass. His entire frame went rigid, as he let out a final gasping groan, and then shuddered.

Still buried inside her, he leaned forward, hands on either side of her head. “You’re incredible.”

She allowed any embarrassment she’d tucked aside earlier to flood back in. “Only with you.” Had that been too much? She shouldn’t have said that.

But when he claimed her lips, her doubts vanished. He slid out of her, broke away, and dropped onto the bed next to her. She curled up by his side, and rested her head on his chest, letting the frantic pace of his heart glide across her thoughts and keep all but the happy ones at bay. “Does this get awkward tomorrow?” She didn’t want to ask, but better now than in the morning.

“Only if you go back to your own bed, and pretend it never happened.” He trailed his fingers through her hair. “I’d rather you stay here tonight. And probably tomorrow night. After that, we can negotiate.”

She pressed closer to him. “Deal.”