Page 77 of Inflame

“Ethan?”

“Yeah, babe? You all ready?”

“I think so.” I walk out into the bedroom and find Ethan sitting shirtless on the bed. He just has on a pair of gray boxer briefs. His eyes follow me, and I smile at his satisfied expression.

“You look sexy.”

He motions for me to come closer. I listen. “You do too. I missed you.”

“Been thinking how good it will feel to have your lips wrapped around me.”

I'm not a huge fan of oral sex—mainly because it is rarely reciprocated. It is foreplay for the guy and if he ejaculates too soon, it is all over. If he is too much on edge, then he wants sex to finish it off. So, I am usually left disappointed. But tonight, I will do what Ethan desires. Anything is better than the rut we have been living in. I’d rather dig myself out of it than sink in deeper.

I bend at the waist, place my hands on his thighs, and gracefully make my way to my knees. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes over my ample cleavage and the way my boobs are on display—only for him. He lifts up from the bed, only to discard his boxers, baring himself to me.

I take a few practice breaths through my nose and adjust my weight so I am more comfortable. Ethan pumps his dick a couple times with his palm, staring down at me with anticipation. He grips the back of my head with his free hand and pushes me onto him with one fluid motion. I gasp for air as he slips down my throat, not really giving me much warning or time to prepare. He is needy and wanton.

I grab the sheets of the bed, to anchor myself from falling over, twisting them between my fingers.

When I don’t think he is going to let me up to catch my breath, tears fill my eyes. I push at his thighs, releasing him from my mouth.

“Sorry, babe. Been too long,” he says.

Not even a real apology. Not even a look of shock.

I wipe the spit from my mouth and watch as he glances to the corner of the room, behind me. I snap my body around, looking to where his attention is now drawn. I blink hard and stumble back on my feet as I take in the sight.

Nic is sitting in the armchair, one hand on his clothed crotch, the other on a glass of whiskey. I can smell it from where I am kneeling.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him. I turn back to Ethan, covering my hands over the front of me to shield both of their gazes from my indecency. I sit my barely covered ass farther onto my feet to conceal as much as I can. “What the fuck is he doing here, Ethan?” I glare at him while he hesitates. “Answer me!”

Nic clears his throat from his side of the room. “Tell her, Ethan.”

“Tell me, Ethan!”

I am about to stand up and lock myself inside the bathroom, when he finally speaks. “We were playing some poker, and I lost. Barely lost. One of the things that was requested was that Nic watch us have sex.”

“Watch. Us? What the fuck, Ethan! You agreed to that?”

“I wasn’t planning to lose again to him,” Ethan snaps at me, as if this is somehow my fault. “It’s not like you’re some type of angelic virgin, so quit being such a fucking prude. Plus, we were going to have sex anyway. This doesn’t really change anything.”

I glance back at Nic and glare. “Come up with something else, a counter bet. How I became some part of the negotiations seems very unethical when I don’t even have a fucking say!”

“No.”

“No? I don’t have to do anything!”

Nic swirls his drink, the clinking of the ice making my anxiety flare. “Then either pay me cash or wire the money over. Your choice, Maxwell.”

I turn to Ethan. “How much if I don’t follow through?”

“Give us a minute,” Ethan says to Nic.

I watch as Nic lifts himself up from the chair and walks to the main door. Once he is out of the room, I get up from the floor, wrap a robe around my body, and sit down on the end of the bed.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I mumble. “You have some nerve to involve me in your little business transactions without my consent. What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, you act all prim and proper when it suits you. Don’t fucking tell me you have been modest your whole life. It is simply having sex with your boyfriend. Quit making this into more than what it is.”

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