"Brit, come here," I say, embracing her in a hug. I see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid Ethan," she says. "Very afraid."
She continues, "There's a man out there who wouldn't hesitate to see me dead."
110
Brittney
I don't care about what happens next. I can't bring myself to betray Ethan. Whatever the consequences are, I'll face them as long as he's with me. When I first came into this, I came ready to do my job, but I ended up falling for the best man I have ever met … And I can't turn my back on him. I deserve this.
It wasn't easy to stroll into his office with an admission of guilt, throwing myself at his mercy. But this was what I had to do. Even if Simon makes good on his word, there was no other option for me. Not anymore.
So here I am, standing in front of Ethan, fear and hesitancy nestled in my mind. I look at him with pursed lips, knowing that there's no going back from this; this is my personal Rubicon, and I've just crossed it. Cheryl dismisses herself from the room.
"I'm sorry," I tell him, taking one step toward him. He's standing in front of his desk, dashing as always. And now, more than ever, I need to feel his arms around me. "I really am."
"Don't." He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek, and then runs his long fingers through my hair. "You're here, and you did right by me. We'll work this out." I nod, hoping that his words turn out to be true, and that everything will work out. Looking into his eyes and seeing the confidence shining there, I can't help but trust him. Still, deep inside of me I know that the world is a mean and dirty place, and it will do everything to crush me. I know it, and Simon does too. "I promise you," he adds, and then leans into me. His lips touch mine, and there's a gentle tenderness to our kiss.
"I'm so glad I met you," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his and smiling. Whatever happens, nothing will change this. Meeting someone like Ethan … It was like finding an oasis after walking for years through a barren wasteland.
"Me too," he says, pressing his mouth against mine once again. I take my fingers to his face, and gently hold him as I part my lips and push my tongue inside his mouth. My heart is beating steadily, and this time it isn't just lust racing through my veins; there's love too. Love. It feels good to admit it; I love him, and I wouldn't change that for all the money in the world.
I let my hands fall down from his face and I press them over his chest. Underneath his shirt and his pectorals, I can hear the steady beat of his heart. It's silly to say this, but it almost seems that his heart is beating at the same rhythm as mine. Right now, I can't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Sliding my fingers up from his chest to his collar, I loosen his tie and then unknot it. Instinct guiding my hands, I start to unbutton his white shirt, my fingers working swiftly. Once I get down to his waistline, I untuck the shirt from his pants, and finally flatten the palm of my hands against his abs. It doesn't matter how many times I feel his body … I can't get enough of it. It's almost as if God put Ethan on this Earth for me to find out, all his perfection a hidden gift.
As I slide my hands over his abs, Ethan rests his hands on my ass, over my skirt, and pulls me into his embrace. With my breasts pressed against his bare chest, I feel my nipples hardening, a warmness spreading from them and numbing my mind. Between my thighs, I feel my pussy growing wet, desire spreading its wings inside of me.
"I want you," I tell him, pushing his shirt down his arms. "I need you," I continue, taking my hands to his head and grabbing his hair.
"I'm right here," he tells me, squeezing my ass cheeks as his lips curl into a smile.
"You are," I smile back, crushing my mouth against his. This time, there's nothing gentle about the way we kiss; I surrender to that craving inside of me and simply let loose. He does the same, sliding his fingers under my skirt and hiking it slightly up; I tremble as I feel his touch on my bare ass, and my hands dart to his waist. With an anxious knot in my throat, I press one hand against his crotch; my heart starts picking up the pace as I feel the hardness under his pants, his cock already hard and pulsing with desire.
Pulling back from his kiss, I lay my lips against his neck. Slowly, I go down on my knees, gently kissing him as I go. My lips brush over the curve of his pectorals, then over the hard blocks of his abs, and each kiss I lay on his body just makes me grow wetter.
When my knees finally touch the carpeted floor, I look up at him with an easy smile on my lips. I take a deep breath, and steadying my hands, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. Placing it on the floor, I have to take another deep breath as I start unbuttoning his pants. He just looks at me, running his fingers through my hair with a tender smile on his face. In his eyes, there's that familiar flicker of lust … But there's something more too. Something gentle and kind.
With his pants now unbuttoned, I let my eyes wander down his body; his cock is pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape perfectly delineated. Ethan's cock is almost as thick as a can of Coke, and with its 12 inches, it's perfection made flesh. And what really matters is that Ethan knows how to wield it; trust me, I know.
My heart is already galloping inside of my chest, and I can barely steady my hands. Still, I lift my index finger and trace the contour of his cock with just my fingertip, slowly moving it up and down his shaft. As I tease him, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and I can already feel the tension starting to mount in the way he holds me.
Running my tongue over my lips, I finally hook my fingers on his boxers, and moving as slowly as I can, I pull them down. His cock jumps out at once, all its size ready to ravage me. I lock eyes with Ethan once more, curling my fingers around his shaft at the same time. Unblinking, I start to flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down his cock at a slow teasing pace.
"Every time I look at your cock," I say, a grin taking over my lips, "I can't help but want to devour it." The pressure on his fingers grows harder at my words, and he yanks on my hair, holding my head still.
"You can devour all of me," he tells me, and each one of his words feels like a loaded gun. Anticipation is running high inside his head, and I can see it. My grin growing wider and wilder, I push back against the hold he has on me, and he relents, opening his fingers. My eyes never leave his as I lean, tilting my head sideways as I allow my tongue to part my lips; I reach for his cock with the wet tip of my tongue, and then run it all the way down to its root. I move back up, and then down again, repeating this coming and going motion until his whole body starts to tense up. When I feel that he can't take it anymore, I grab his cock harshly, and opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive in.
His shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. It doesn't matter how many times I go down on him, the way he completely fills my mouth never fails to amaze me. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the point where it starts to hurt, and no, I'm not complaining here, far from it.
Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I'm close to choking, his fat glans pressed tight against the back of my throat. Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his glans, and I wrap them tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.
"You know, Brittney," he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, "you really know how to use that mouth of yours … " His words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I start to stroke him as well.
Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and stops me completely. Then, without a moment's pause, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.
As I let him fuck my mouth, I push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, sending them down to his ankles. Suddenly, he pulls back, his cock springing free at once. He kicks off his shoes to the corner, and after stepping out of his pants, pulls me up to my feet.
"You know," he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin, "I never fucked anyone inside this office." I grin, gently chuckling as I see the eagerness in his eyes.
"I find that hard to believe, Ethan," I tell him, looking around the room. Two of the walls are floor-to-the-ceiling mirrors, and I see no other reason but sex for having something like that mounted here. Wherever I'm looking, I can see my reflection staring back at me, and I can already imagine how amazing it must be to fuck him while I watch everything unfold from all angles.