Page 45 of Awakening

As I relax into him, his hold on me tightens, and before I know what’s happening, I’m locking my legs around his waist as he lifts me up and pushes my back against the wall. My breaths escape me in little whimpers as his lips move down my neck. When he reaches the valley of my neck, he takes a long, deep breath, and I swear I hear a growl escape his chest, sending a surge of arousal straight to my core. He brings his lips to my neck, and when he sucks the skin into his mouth and traces it with his tongue, I hit my head against the wall when I throw it back in total and complete ecstasy. I barely register the pain on the back of my head. All I can feel is the absolute most intense pleasure rushing through my body, possibly better than any orgasm I remember experiencing.

“Oh, dear God,” I say as he carries me to the bedroom. “Do you have a magic tongue or something?”

We land hard on the bed, with his weight on top of mine. “Baby, you have no fucking idea,” he whispers into my ear before tracing it with his tongue and sucking the softness of my earlobe into his mouth. I arch my back and my breasts press against the hard muscles in his chest as we writhe against one another. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?” He brings my hand to the stiff bulge in his pants, and I rub his hard erection as his hand remains on mine. “Do you feel what you do to me?” I nod as his lips overtake mine again. “How do I make you feel? Are you wet for me, Olivia?” His hand travels down my stomach and past the elastic waistband of my leggings. His forehead drops to mine and I cry out when his fingers delve into my wet arousal. “Oh, fuck yes,” he rasps. I continue to writhe under him as his fingers work their magic, and his mouth consumes my cries.

I’m irritated to be shaken from my impending orgasm by a very sudden and loud banging on my apartment door. “What the hell?” I breathe out, and then moan as Ethan continues massaging my swollen clit.

“Ignore it,” he says as he kisses my neck.

“Olivia! Olivia! Open the door, now! Olivia!”

“Oh, my God. Ethan, stop,” I say, pulling his hand out of my pants.

“Olivia!” It’s Anthony, and he’s clearly distraught.

“Fucking ignore him,” Ethan says, still hovering above me.

“What if something is wrong? I can’t just ignore him.”

“There are four fucking security guards out there. Why does he need you?” I can hear the anger in the tone of his voice.

“I’m sorry, but I need to check,” I say, pushing him off of me and standing to go to the door.

“Olivia, let me in! Now!”

I swing the door open to find Anthony red in the face, and his hair is a disheveled mess. “Anthony? What the hell?”

“Olivia, thank God.” He rushes forward, pulling me into a tight hug. He kisses me on top of the head and pulls back to look at me. “My guards told me they heard strange noises and cries of pain in here. The door was locked. I was about to kick the fucking thing down. Are you okay?”

“She’s more than okay,” Ethan says as he saunters into the room. “If those sounded like cries of distress to you guys, you might not be doing it right.” Anthony shakes with anger, and my eyes practically pop out of my head when Ethan raises his two fingers into his mouth, and sucks off what would be left of my taste.

“We tried to stop him,” one of Ethan’s guards says, “but he wouldn’t fucking shut up.”

“I ought to fucking kill you,” Anthony grits out through his teeth. He charges at Ethan, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him into the nearest wall. “I knew you’d take advantage of her.”

“I didn’t take advantage of her, and what goes on in my relationship with Olivia is none of your fucking business,” Ethan says, pushing Anthony off of him. I yell out for both of them to stop, but neither of them listens to me.

“You don’t have a relationship with her anymore,” Anthony yells.

“The fuck I don’t. You’re just jealous to hear that she was loving every fucking second of what was going on in here. You wanted it to be you making her cry out in pleasure, but instead, it was me,” Ethan says with a smirk.

“You shut your fucking mouth,” Anthony yells out, pushing Ethan in the chest.

“Stop! He didn’t take advantage of me, Anthony.”

Anthony then whips his head to me. “Then what the hell were you thinking? You don’t even know this guy.”

“We felt pretty fucking acquainted before you so rudely interrupted us,” Ethan says with another cocky smirk.

I roll my eyes at him. “Ethan…not helping.”

“Don’t care,” Ethan says, shaking his head. “Olivia, the reality is that I’m the one who’s in a relationship with you. Not him.”

“Are you really okay?” Anthony asks, his voice shaking.

“I’m fine. I promise. Just go home. Ethan and I were just about to say goodnight.”

“Good idea, baby. Let’s go to bed,” Ethan says, putting his arm around me.

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