“But seriously, Emily, it’s not safe for you to be standing out here. I already called your cab company and canceled,” Ethan said. I stared at him in disbelief, unsure whether he was lying or telling the truth. Could he even do that? I wondered.
I glared at him, and his mischievous grin widened. “It’s fine if you don’t believe me,” he said, walking back to his car. “You’ll just have to wait and find out. I hope you’ll still be safe by then.” His words made me swallow hard. I glanced around-he was right. It was late, getting darker, and there wasn’t a soul in sight.
“Fine!” I huffed, rushing after him.
“Did you really cancel my cab?” I asked, sliding into the passenger seat. Ethan laughed.
“Of course not. Can I even do that?” he replied, and before I could protest, he locked the door and started driving. I sighed, sinking into the seat, trying to ignore his occasional glances.
“Where are you going?” I asked, noticing he was heading in the wrong direction. “The hotel’s that way,” I pointed, but Ethan didn’t even flinch-he just kept driving.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked again, my voice louder this time. Oddly, my heart didn’t race, and I wasn’t scared. I was just curious.
“Relax, darling. I’m not kidnapping you,” he said casually, and strangely, I didn’t doubt it.
“Then where are you taking me?” I pressed again. Before I could say more, he turned the car onto a winding road, leading us up a hill with a breathtaking view of the area. The skyline glittered in the distance, with colorful lights painting the darkening sky.
He parked, then turned to face me. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked, folding my arms, still avoiding his gaze.
“I want us to talk,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Ethan,” I replied. The last thing I wanted was to talk to him.
“Emily, please, hear me out,” Ethan pleaded. I shook my head, feeling the hurt resurface.
“Why? After three years, you just show up and want to talk?” I spat, the pain bubbling to the surface.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, his voice soft. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to get my act together, to make things right for us… to make you safe,” he explained, but his words barely registered.
“Can you take me back to the hotel?” I asked, my tone quiet but firm. “I really don’t want to talk to you.”
Ethan paused, staring at me, his piercing brown eyes burning into mine. “You really want to go back to the hotel?” he asked softly, his hand gently resting on my lap. I was wearing an emerald green dress with a high slit, the fabric parting to reveal my thigh.
His fingers brushed against my bare skin, and I quickly pushed his hand away. I knew what he was doing. He knew my body responded to him.
“Just take me back to the hotel,” I snapped. Ethan sighed, “Alright,” and began driving.
“You really won’t hear me out?” he asked.
“Yes. Just drive quietly,” I replied, my tone final. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. I was exhausted-my body ached, and all I wanted at that moment was to sleep.
As I rested, I felt Ethan’s hand creeping back onto my thigh, this time gently caressing it. My eyes snapped open, watching him. A part of me wanted to push him away, to stop him-but another part was curious, wanting to see where it would lead.
I watched careful as his hands slid up my dress, up to my bra where he squeezed gently, I bit my lower lips as he squeezed, fighting the lustful moan wanting to escape my lips. I tried to shrug the tension and just pretend it wasn’t working, I didn’t want him thinking he had a hold on me.
“What are you doing?” I asked and a mischievous grin appeared on his face, “just keeping my hands warm” he teased. As his hands gently moved to my bikini bottom, sliding itself in to my panties.
“Stop it” I moaned, fighting the lust I was feeling the moment his hands rubbed my… “I don’t think you want me to stop” he said, sliding his hands inside. “You are soaked” he smiled, sliding it out, his glance at me, a mischievous grin still on his face and before I could say anything, he was fingering me, thrusting his two fingers into my wet self.
I let out light moans, enjoying the feel and just as I was about to let out full pleasure moans he stopped.
“We’re at the hotel,” Ethan said, that mischievous grin still playing on his lips. I raised my head and looked around. He was right-we had arrived.
“So soon?” I thought to myself, closing my eyes briefly as I felt his hand withdraw. I sat there quietly, trying to steady my now ragged breathing.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said, pretending nothing had just happened.
“Room 405,” Ethan responded, and I shot him a confused look.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“My room number. It’s right across from yours,” he added casually. I blinked-mine was 402.
“You can swing by if you want to have, as you put it, ‘just sex.’ I don’t mind being your pleasure machine,” he said, his smirk deepening.
I rolled my eyes and got out of the car before he could say anything more inappropriate. “Goodbye, Ethan,” I called back, walking quickly toward the entrance.
Once inside my room, I showered and prepared for bed. I noticed Jason had called, but I ignored it. I just needed to shut my eyes and sleep. But I couldn’t. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan-his hands, his big self.
It was like he’d ignited a thirst within me that hadn’t been quenched. I tossed and turned, his image haunting my thoughts. making me wet as my p***y throbbed at the thought of him,
I felt an impulsive need to move, and before I knew it, I was standing outside room 405. My hand hovered in the air, torn between knocking and retreating. Every part of me was fighting the urge to go inside and let Ethan fuck my brains out.