Page 68 of Broken Rivalry

His gaze sharpens. “What about your roommates?”

“Eva’s visiting her dad, and Nessa’s heading to her sister’s in New York,” I explain, pausing as I see his grin broadening.

“You’ll be alone then? How about having a live-in boyfriend for a couple of weeks?”

“Why don’t we see how this weekend pans out first?” I suggest, my tone light but the underlying seriousness evident.

He smirks. “Is that a challenge? I promise to make this weekend so memorable you’ll want me around permanently.”

I shake my head, amused, and move to do the dishes. As I navigate the kitchen, he suddenly blocks my path, his body pressing close to mine, trapping me between him and the cool marble counter.

A gasp escapes my lips, my body reacting instantly to his proximity. The contrasting sensations of his warmth and the cold counter send a shiver down my spine. His hands slide down to my hips, pulling me even closer.

“Ethan,” I breathe out, my voice shaky.

He chuckles, the sound deep and husky. “You said it was for dessert, didn’t you?”

I nod, unable to form words. He tilts my head, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explores my mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. I moan into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses. “You taste even better than the pasta,” he murmurs against my skin.

I laugh breathlessly, feeling the tension between us. “You’re insatiable.”

He grins, his eyes dark with desire. “Only for you.”

The intensity of his gaze makes my heart race. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. The connection between us is undeniable, and as much as I try to fight it, I can’t help but get lost in him.

He places his hand on my back, guiding me to lean over the counter. I’m suddenly grateful for the sweatshirt I’m wearing.

“Ethan…” I murmur.

“Shhhh, let me enjoy dessert in peace,” he whispers close to my ear.

I smile, resting my cheek on the cool marble, which feels divine on my burning skin, and close my eyes, allowing myself to simply be in the moment with him.

He lifts the back of my sweatshirt and starts kissing down my spine until he reaches the waistband of my leggings, and then, in one brisk movement, both my leggings and underwear are pulled down.

I feel the cool air on my heated flesh. I turn my head a little more and open my eyes to see him standing there, his eyes riveted to the most private part of me, probably seeing how wet and ready for him I already am.

I don’t care that he sees my desire for him because I see the same in his eyes and the way he licks his lips as he keeps his eyes on my pussy.

“And now I feast,” he says with a voice so deep I barely recognize him, and he disappears from view.

I gasp as he grabs my thighs, spreading them and burying his face between my legs, really devouring me. He is not the man who previously gave me gentle, probing licks. No, my Ethan now is nothing more than an animal, licking, nibbling, sucking and penetrating. I see stars as my moans transform into cries as I shout his name between gasping breaths. His strong hands tighten around my legs, stopping any movements as my legs start to quiver with the orgasm he is giving me.

“God, Ethan!” I shout as I come, and he keeps on licking until I’m starting to feel my limbs again.

The echoes of my pleasure still linger in the room, leaving my throat raw. Now, the only sounds are our ragged breaths, punctuated by the unmistakable noise of his belt unbuckling and the zipper descending. Anticipation sends shivers down my spine; we’ve never explored this position before, and I’m eager to experience every new sensation with him. Moments later, a condom wrapper flutters past my face, landing at the counter’s edge, and I feel him rub the head against my wetness and enter me slowly.

A long moan escapes me as I feel so full in this position. He groans when he is fully seated inside of me.

He grips my hips and starts thrusting, his movements hard and fast, possessing me and branding me with his dick as he did with his mouth minutes before. He is claiming me like that, our moans and grunts mixing with the erotic sound of flesh hitting flesh.

I let out a cry as he accelerates the pace.

“Mine,” he groans as his thrusts turn erratic, and he leans over me, licking my neck and letting go of one of my hips to start caressing my clit.

“Yes, yes, yours,” I confirm, tightening my walls around his length the way he likes it, and as he comes, he presses harder on my clit, making me come in his wake.

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