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I nod, slowly, once. My voice is soft. “Aye.”

As my gaze goes to her lips, she melts into me, as if my gaze beckons her to me. Her arms wrap around my neck and our lips meet. The moment her tongue touches mine, my hands graze up her thighs, bringing that sexy kilt with them. Her skin is warm to my touch, and as I lift her onto me, an audible yet soft, needy groan comes from her. I carry her to her unmade bed, and plant her back into the mattress, as I feel her hands reach down to my zipper. Assisting her, I lift slightly, and she pulls the tab down, and loosens the button. With that as permission, my hands go to her shirt, and I lift it up, over her head, exposing her lacy bra.

Our lips and tongues entangle hungrily, as she pulls my shirt up, loosens the buttons enough, and removes it. We kiss voraciously, as we make light work of getting naked, in the next twenty seconds. I’m careful to pull my wallet out of my back pocket, and grab the condom out, before settling on top of her, planting the condom under the pillow. “God, I’ve never done anything like this before.” She breathes, arching her back, as my lips are on her breast.

“I don’t think any less of you.” I whisper against her skin, reveling in her ample breast, kneading the other with my hand, as I rub my cock on her clit, feeling her writhe under me.

“It’s been so long, Ethan.” She almost whines, so needy.

I rub her faster, feeling her growing wetter with each pass, sucking harder, licking in time with the rubbing.

“God!” She groans loudly, as I feel her hips lock, and she comes against the head of my cock.

When the crying subsides, I reach for the condom, and hand it to her, leaning up slightly, still rubbing her clit, not wanting the sensation to cease. With concentration, she manages to slide it on, as I maintain eye contact with her, eyes searing into hers. Thrusting my cock into her, I remain leaning up, rubbing her clit, as she bites her lip. “God, Ethan.” She says on exhale. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s hot as fuck.” I tell her, matter-of-factly, pelvis pushing in and out of her, as she watches me intently, as my fingers gently pinch her nipples, while she moves under me, at the exact rhythm, like we’re trained lovers. I watch her back arch deeper, as she white knuckles the sheets, and her eyes roll back, mouth wide, and she screams my name, like I’m a fucking god, and she’s begging for mercy. My balls beat against her ass quickly, as I push in to the hilt, making her feel all of it. And by the loud cries, I believe she does.

The mewls are almost as sexy as the cries, as she bites her lip again, pushing up on my chest, hungry to touch me, sucking my neck, taking me down with her, as I suck her neck, too, and then move to her breasts, letting myself move at a delicious rhythm, as I feel her clenching, grasping at my nipples, clawing at my ass, begging me to come with her the final time. “God, I need you, Ethan.” She whispers in my ear, as her legs spread wider, and she sticks her tongue inside, pushing me over the edge with her. Losing it, I suck her lips and tongue, as I come furiously with her, emptying inside her, feeling her walls suck my cock even harder than the first two times.

When it’s over, I bury my head in her neck, catching my breath, tucking my arms under her. “That’s never happened to me before.” She says breathlessly.

“Aye. You mentioned that.” I breathe, pulling my head out, and gently pulling out of her.

“No, I mean, that.” She gestures to herself, as she pulls the loosened sheets across her body, covering herself, as I take care of the condom.

“What?” I chuckle, walking back to the bed, still at half-mast. “Coming like a stallion?”

“Three times. I’ve never come like that before.”

I shrug modestly. “You said it had been a while.”

She swallows, looking at me strangely, as I lay next to her. There’s something going on inside that head of hers, but I’ve learned from experience never to delve into deep conversation with a lass after you just blew your wad. Instead, I start getting dressed, dismissing the expression on her face. “Come on. Let’s get your stuff over to the venue before you’re late.”

I never ask her what was on her mind that day, but I’ll find out a year later.

Chapter 6

Freya

Trudy drops off my things from work, but has to leave just as quickly. I mention nothing about what happened today, when Caleb called me. So, when I hear the door knock, I think it’s her, returning, picking up on my hesitation, knowing full well that there’s something bothering me, that I neglected to mention. But as I open the door, I see that, in fact, it’s not Trudy. It’s Ethan. The man that broke my heart. The man that ruined me for all other men forever. Sure, I’m half to blame for the demise of our relationship, but I’m not all to blame.

That first date. I should have told him even before I agreed to it. I should have told him that I’d been having an on-again-off-again affair with his brother Caleb, but I was a coward. I lost my nerve. This may sound utterly daft, but Caleb and I just had a casual fuck every couple of months or so. That’s all. Aye, I know that it’s weird to fuck someone’s brother, and then, a year later, fuck them, too, but I never thought of it that way. Caleb made it clear that he just wanted to fuck me, in fact, it was literally brought up, just like that. I met him after I met Ethan, and to be truthful, I didn’t even put two and two together, since my meeting with Ethan for the first time was so brief.

Caleb and I met by accident, at a conference, and I attend many of those. We fucked at the hotel, and then a couple of months later he called me, we met at his place, fucked again, and then he didn’t call me again for a few months. You get the picture. Neither one of us was interested in pursuing anything beyond that. Caleb and I only had chemistry in the bedroom, and even that wasn’t great, since I’m very shy, and since I don’t sleep around, it’s over very fast for me. He didn’t like that. He wanted more of a challenge, so I’m guessing my number was the one he called when he just wanted a quick fuck, with no strings attached.

But, Ethan. The first time I set eyes on him, I was smitten. I couldn’t bear to call him and ask him out. First, it would be unprofessional, since we had a business relationship. Second, it would be embarrassing, since I’d had an affair with his brother first. But when he asked me out, I knew that I’d thought about him many times since we first met, and I just couldn’t resist. I also couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. And as I stand there, in the doorway of my home, all the memories come flooding back to me, from the first time we made love.

He’s perfect. As he stands there, dressing, after having made me come three times, and I could go more if we had the time. All I can think about is how he looked as he thrust into me. How sexy. How perfectly barbaric yet tender he looked, as he filled me over and over again. I can’t tell him now. God, now that I’ve had him, he would be disgusted. He would never want to make love to me again, but I don’t know how I can live with myself, without telling the truth. Then he leans over and kisses my lips, giving me a wink that says everything that it needs to say, and I think to myself to just keep my mouth shut. “What are you doing Friday?” He asks, shocking me. I figured after this, he’d be finished, you know. A little breakfast, a lot of sex, and we’re done, but no.

“Aside from work, nothing. Trudy’s going away with her boyfriend this weekend.”

“Trudy’s got a boyfriend?”

I nod. “Aye. He’s new. Wants to take her up to his cottage. She isn’t the cottage type, but she wants to get laid, so she’ll cut the wood and roast the marshmallows.”

He chuckles. “How about I take you to dinner? We kind of did things backwards here, lass. Normally, you’re supposed to take the lady out first, sleep with her, and then do breakfast.” He winks.

“Do I look like I care about the order of operations?” I smile.

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