Star Struck(15)

"Ethan," Mandy moaned. And it was more a purr than a protest at just how  enticing his tongue felt around her nipple. The pace of his lovemaking  had her reeling; so did the fact that she found herself on her back with  Ethan's hot body snaking over hers, settling between her parted thighs  and pushing them further apart as one hand reached beneath her knee.

Her fingers combed through his wavy hair, luxuriating in the silken fall  as Ethan licked around her nipple before dragging her whole areola into  his mouth.

She cried out in pleasure. He grunted in response, hand resting on her  belly. Then his fingers reached to the waistband of her jeans and Mandy  soon heard the sharp rasp of the zipper rolling down.

Mandy could have stopped him at any point as the moments went by. But  she didn't. With his tongue sliding around her breast, she was far too  distracted to do much more than lift up her hips when Ethan tugged her  jeans down her curvy thighs. A few strategic yanks soon had her limbs  free of the light fabric, which he flung over his shoulder. When she  felt his hand shift to settle just inside her right inner thigh, Mandy's  fingers tugged harder at his scalp.

Mandy wanted to whimper in objection when he lifted his mouth from her  breast. She forced her heavy eyelids open and found him staring down at  her face, her body. His gaze was scorching with lust and pure,  unadulterated desire. Mandy's voice felt strangled in her throat and she  couldn't find the words to speak at all. She felt so incredibly desired  and wanted, more confident about her body than she'd ever been before,  and it empowered her, moved her to places that she had never dared to  go. When he looked up at her again, his look of unfulfilled desire  nearly took her breath away.

"I want to see you naked. I want to taste you … everywhere. All of you,  Mandy. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But I  want … need to feel your skin against mine."

His simple plea was harshly delivered, making Mandy shudder. A teasing  little smile shakily covered her lips. "If I get naked, so do you."

His blue eyes blazed almost black in a way that stole her breath. "Then undress me," he commanded softly.

Mandy hesitated, but it didn't last longer than a second. Her hands  worked on autopilot, lifting his shirt up by the hem and rolling it up  his muscular torso like she was unwrapping a present. And damn, his body  looked like a delicious gift. His sinews rippled as he raised his arms  over his head so she could tug the shirt off. Mandy sat back on her  heels for a second as she stared at a shirtless Ethan, half propped  beside her kneeling body. All that ink, all that deliriously golden  sexiness. All hers for the taking.

It suddenly hit her. She was about to have sex with Ethan. On the floor.  She'd only ever had sex on a bed. In the dark, in one or two varied  positions. But she doubted Ethan was the kind who had a narrow  imagination. A man like him would be armed with plenty of options.  Plenty of hot, adventurous options.

Before she could even think of losing her nerve, Mandy dropped her hands  to the front of his jeans. He sucked in a breath but didn't tear his  eyes from her face. Instead, she moved her fingers over the imposing  bulge of his erection straining beneath his jeans. She massaged him,  feeling his shaft and the bulbous tip so clearly defined beneath the  fabric. She glanced up at his face and saw that he was barely breathing,  teeth clenched in a soundless hiss.         

     



 

"You'll have to forgive me if I fumble a little. I've never … well, never  really done this before. Even with … even with him. I never had the  desire," Mandy confessed shyly. Wondered why she was telling him this  now.

"Mandy, you can do anything you want with me," he rasped, voice barely recognizable.

Mandy whimpered, thinking of all the naughty, wicked things she  definitely wanted to try with him. She'd enjoyed sex in the past, but  nothing like this. Marcus seemed to like his women passive, with him  content to do all the work while she just lay there, receptive yet not  really participating. She didn't want to be that way with Ethan. Staring  down at his incredibly sexy body with the mess of inky tattoos, she  felt a rush of wanton prowess that made her ready to do just about  anything imaginable.

A smile lifted the corner of her lips as her fingers worked to open the  fly of his jeans. To her surprise, her hands were passably steady.  Ethan's breathing was not. He leaned halfway up on his elbows, his  gorgeous chest heaving with every breath. She couldn't look up at him or  she'd falter.

Everything slowed down.

Mandy felt like she was waiting for him to catch his breath while she  did the same. She couldn't rip her eyes from his beautiful body, at what  her hands unveiled as she reached into his black briefs. Finding him so  swollen and thick, she could barely wrap her fist around him. His cock  was as beautiful as the rest of him, with a well-defined crown, toned  almost to an angry purple as the shaft darkened slightly down to its  base of thick, veiny muscle.

"Oh my God," she breathed as he pulsed in her hand. This part of him  felt so alive to her, so real and ready. She couldn't back away now, not  from this. Not from the way her pussy felt just having his maleness in  her hands. In between her thighs, her innermost muscles twittered in  psychic reaction at the sight of his utter, feral-like maleness, so  alive that it felt like its own separate entity. Stroking her way from  the base to the tip, Mandy bent forward, tucking her hair behind her ear  with one hand so that it was out of the way.

She didn't exactly know what she should do with this magnificent looking  cock  –  she only knew what she wanted to do with it. She wanted to fist  it, squeeze hard on it, and then lick it all around the tip, slurping up  the tiny diamond drops of pre-cum beaded there. Wanted to flick the tip  of her tongue beneath his crown and at the notched V. Then she wanted  to stretch her mouth around him and take his mushroom cap in her mouth  and slide her lips down, down, down over him inch by inch till her  throat couldn't take anymore. She heard Ethan let out a strangled sound  and realized she'd done everything she'd only just imagined doing and  now had her mouth stuffed with Ethan's cock. She opened her eyes wide to  look up at him and saw his face flushed with the effort to control  himself. Beads of sweat gathered on his upper lip.

His hands gathered her hair into a ponytail as he watched her begin to  move up and down his cock, her wet mouth making loud, popping noises.  Her lust-dazed mind cleared enough to hear his rasped words of  encouragement as his hips started to thrust up to meet her descent,  pushing himself gently into the depths of her throat. He felt rock hard  and warm in her mouth, like steel wrapped in silk. She moaned deeply and  felt the vibrations of sound echo around his shaft. He felt it too,  because he bucked, teeth clenching as his fingers tightened on her hair,  stilling her movement. Mandy's tongue kept working around his shaft and  tip, savouring his taste and texture. Wanting what she knew could very  well come spurting and filling her mouth as he grew even harder and  bigger inside her. Ethan was breathing hard as he held her head still.

"I can't  –  damn  –  can't hold back. Stop, Mandy," Ethan said gruffly, and  with gentle hands, he pulled Mandy's mouth from his cock. She bit on  her lip in deprivation. But then he was drawing her up against his chest  for a ravishing kiss.

"It felt so damn good being inside your beautiful mouth," he moaned into  her lips. "Almost can't believe you've never done it before. Two  seconds more and … " He rasped his tongue over the seam of her mouth. "You  make me want you so much I'm fucking shaking, baby." And he was, the  slight tremors evident in his lean, strong frame.

"I'm shaking, too," Mandy breathed, half-lying on top of him. "And I liked having you in my mouth. I love how you taste."

Ethan growled and Mandy marvelled at her crudeness. But it made her even  hotter talking dirty to him. She was shedding her inhibitions with  lightning speed and felt ready to go full throttle. With Ethan  –  only  with him.         

     



 

"And I'm going to love how you taste as well," he whispered in reply. He  slid his hand between them and cupped her lace-covered pussy. He  growled to find it soaked right through the thin material. Next thing  Mandy knew, he'd shifted their positions and now she was beneath him. He  grabbed the back of her knees and pushed them far back and apart, high  enough up her chest to bare her impossibly to him. Mandy gasped and  turned her face to the side, embarrassed beyond belief to be so  vulnerable and exposed before his blazing gaze.

He nuzzled his face against her wet, hot mound, and she half-moaned,  half-sobbed. The flat of his tongue teased her through the lace barrier.  He followed the shape of her vulva and clit with soft flicks of his  tongue that had Mandy arching her back, praying that he continued.  Scraping her fingers across the wooden floor, she lifted up slightly to  watch him with his face buried inside her thighs, licking her with  ravenous delight. The fact that he did it through her panties made it  all the more carnal than if there was nothing shielding her from him.  Keeping his hands hitched behind her propped knees, his tongue lapped  around the edges of her panties, tormenting the plump flesh of her pussy  lips peeking through. Mandy shuddered, shrieked, and grabbed fistfuls  of Ethan's hair.