Page 12 of Loving My Brother's Best Friend

"I know," I tell him. "But I've never been so turned on in my life."

The coat closet is dark, but I don't need a light with Ethan. No one uses coat checks anymore, so the room is nearly empty, with a few old pea coats hanging in the very back.

Ethan's back hits the wall, and his hands come up, cupping my face. I feel a thrill of anticipation as he kisses me deeper, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, and it drives me wild.

"Fuck, baby," he growls into my neck, his hands sliding up my thighs to cup my ass.

"I want you to fuck me right here, right now," I tell him.

I feel his grin. "Yeah?"

I press closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Yeah.”

I want him so fucking much it hurts. I reach for the buckle on his pants, and Ethan curses softly. His cock is hot and heavy in my hand when I free it, and I love the way it pulses, growing harder with each stroke. I run my thumb over his tip, spreading the slick pre-come over him.

He thrusts into my hands. "Natalie..." he hisses. "If we get caught?—"

"We won't," I promise him. "I worked here for a few weeks as a hostess. Everyone forgets that this room exists."

Ethan lets out a shuddering breath, surrendering. I drop to my knees and lick his cock from root to tip. It jerks in my hands, making him groan. He likes this. Good. So do I. I don't suck him off immediately, teasing him until his fingers thread through my hair, and he growls, "Fuck, Natalie, please."

I drag my tongue down to the base of him and lick along the vein, savoring the low curse that slips past his lips. "Natalie, come here and fuck me, or I'll bend you over and make you come so hard you see stars."

"Don't make threats you're not going to follow through with." I tease his balls with my hand while my lips close over his cock, and then swallow as much as I can in one motion, all the way down to his base. His grip on my hair tightens.

I moan, sucking him deep before pulling off completely, looking up to meet his gaze. He looks almost feral, using his hands to coax me down again. I go happily, swallowing his length again and again. When he fucks my mouth, I don't hesitate, letting him take what he needs until he's so hard I'm sure he's about to come down my throat.

But he pulls me back, thighs trembling.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing, baby. I'm just ready to make good on my threat." His grin is wicked, and my heart hammers in my chest, pussy aching from emptiness. This is an entirely new side to Ethan, and I can't get enough. "Bend over."

I scramble to do as I'm told, and he's behind me, pushing my black dress up until my entire ass is exposed, and pulling my lace panties down my thighs until they're nearly at my knees. He uses a foot to knock my legs wider apart, my knees burning from the rough coat room carpet. I barely feel it. All I can focus on is the ache between my thighs and the way his zipper drags over the bare skin of my ass as he pushes down his pants and boxer briefs.

The blunt tip of his cock is so thick, and when he pushes in, my whole body clenches. I grip the metal pole the coats are hanging from, desperate for something to anchor myself on, and cry out his name, so fucking wet that it only takes a few thrusts for him to fill me completely. I whimper when he's fully inside, his chest brushing my back as he leans down over me to whisper in my ear, "You feel so fucking good, baby."

"Please, Ethan," I gasp. "Fuck me hard."

Ethan wraps a fist in my long hair and pulls my head back. He bites down on my ear, making me moan. "That what you want? You want me to fuck you hard in this dark closet, where anyone could find us?"

"Yes. Fuck yes. Please." I'm going to be so goddamn loud, but I don't care.

"Fuck." The sound is strangled, and he yanks my hips back to him. "Say my name, Natalie."

"Ethan..." I cry when his hips snap forward, the slap of his hips against my ass loud even over the buzz of the restaurant outside of this dark, empty closet. He fucks me so deeply that I forget everything, every single damn thing. I cover my mouth with my hand, my whole body shaking as he drives me toward an orgasm so intense I’m going to fucking blackout. I feel the scrape of his teeth against my neck, and I'm right there on the edge.

"I'm going to fill you up, and you're going to have to walk out of the restaurant full of my come, Natalie," he growls, thrusting so hard my thighs shake.

"Yes," I gasp, letting go. The orgasm crashes over me, making me shudder and shake so hard my legs threaten to buckle. It's so intense that I fall to my elbows, pussy spasming so hard I see stars. It's the most incredible, mind-blowing thing I've ever felt.

He fucks me through my orgasm, making sure I've gotten every bit of pleasure before he grabs my hips hard, and after three more thrusts, I feel the hot splash of him coming inside of me. I let out a little sigh of satisfaction.

I stay on the floor, legs like jelly, as Ethan leans in, kissing the side of my neck. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done."

"Mmmm..." I sigh and tilt my head to give him more access, and he grins against my skin. His stubble is a little scratchy but feels wonderful.

"Now, Ms. I-worked-here-before, how in the hell do we get out of here without having the cops called on us?"

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