Jar of Hearts (Glow sequel) (5 page)

“So wet for me,” I ran my fingers between her wet folds, up to her clit then back down again. I teased her with my fingertips. “Because you remember...” I quickly put two fingers inside her swollen entrance making her groan. “what I can do to you, and how I make you feel,”

She slowly nodded, biting her bottom lip. She leaned forward placing her breasts onto the counter, spreading her legs even wider. “Please,” she begged quietly.

“Please what, beautiful...” I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbing her juices lightly around her other puckered entrance. “What do you want from me?”

She growled. “Everything,”

I pulled my hands out of her panties, slowly bringing them to her ankles with her moaning every other breath. I went to my knees, using my thumbs to spread her wide open. I buried my tongue into her wetness, tasting the succulent sweetness on the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her legs shaking.

Bringing my tongue to her ass she gasped, I felt her legs start to give out. I replaced my tongue with my fingers as I stood up, wrapping my other arm around her waist to keep her upright. I wanted this to be the best torture that she would ever know.

“Who knew I could do such amazing things to you that would make you fall to your knees,” She groaned between pursed lips. It was making my dick throb watching her try to keep quiet. I rubbed her swollen folds with my hand, making sure my fingers are nice and wet.

“I can't take it,” she cried, making me grin against the heated skin of her shoulder blades. “I can't,” her legs were still shaking. “Make me cum...” I rubbed her ever so lightly back and forth. “Please, please, please,” she whispered, leaning forward again onto the counter releasing a rush of heat onto my fingers. Perfect.

“You know what's coming don't you?” I pushed my finger into her tight pussy at the same time I pushed my thumb into her ass, working them slowly. “You are,”

She gasped, “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, gripping onto the edge of the counter as my fingers worked her orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes,” she growled, her legs once again falling from underneath her. I grabbed her by the waist and held her there securely as I felt her throbbing against my fingers.

“All better, now?” I whispered in her ear, pulling my fingers out slowly.

“No,” she shook her head lightly. “I want you, Ethan,” she whispered.

“Where's the need?” I asked her like I did the first time we had sex at her apartment.

She placed her lips close to my ear, I closed my eyes as she whispered. “I need you, Ethan,” 

I picked her up into my arms bridal style, and knowing my sisters house well, I knew exactly where to take her. I walked into Maria's moon lit room and set her down gently on the bed. I quietly closed the door behind me. By the time I turned around, she was completely naked, with her legs spread wide open. She was waiting for me.

“I need you,” she whispered again, rubbing herself between her legs.

I stood at the foot of the bed watching her. I watched her slightly part her lips, her chest rise and fall with each pant, and the way her delicate fingers gracefully touch her most sensitive spot as she closed her eyes. She was the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen. There was no doubt in my mind, that I was enamored of this female before me. Even after two years.

She watched me take my shirt and jeans off with a moan. She quickly reached under the side of her mattress and tossed a condom at me. Now that I think of it, I haven't needed those for over a year. That would have ruined everything.

“Hurry, please,” she begged, putting one finger into her pussy. I groaned watching her finger slide in and out repetitiously.

I quickly put the condom on, then kneeling onto the bed I grabbed her hands placing them under my grip above her head. She opened her legs wider as I nestled between her legs. I could feel my erection pressing at her entrance. We both stared at each other for a moment, she gave me a smile. A sweet, loving smile that made my heart thrum in my chest. I thrust my hips forward, not taking my eyes off of her beautiful face. As I pumped slow and deep she opened her mouth to cry out, I kissed her. She moaned loudly into my mouth. I held onto her wrists tighter with my hand and I bucked my hips faster and harder.

“Ethan,” she whispered. “I missed you,”

I felt my rhythm falter at her words. “I missed you too,” Oh, my God did I miss this woman. 

“Cum for me, Maria,” I whispered against her lips. “I want to know how good I make you feel,” my rhythm now very slow, deep, and passionate.

“I can't,” she groaned, I could see the desperation in her hooded eyes. I knew exactly what I was doing to her, my rhythm so slow and steady kept her at a constant high. Little did she know I was about to pound her like there was no tomorrow to send her off the edge of ecstasy.

“You might want to kiss me,” my lips hovering above hers.

“Why?” she asked breathless, staring into my eyes.

I didn't answer her, I pressed my lips to hers tracing my tongue along her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and I picked up speed, pounding my cock into her wet pussy faster, and harder. I continued to kiss her, swallowing her long loud cry as I felt her walls constrict and throb against my now throbbing erection. I held my kiss as my rhythm turned slow, helping bring her down from what had to have been the most intense orgasm of her life.

I pulled away. “That was why, beautiful,” I kissed her gently one more time on her lips before standing up from the bed to put my clothes back on. I looked at her, staring at me with wide eyes. She was staring at me more than likely out of shock that I didn't try to spend the night with her. Now worries... sweetheart. 

I buttoned up my pants, and threw my shirt on over my head. I grabbed the doorknob and turned around, taking one last look at the most beautiful creature. I was sure what I was about to say was the right thing to do. I need to give her what she wants, not what she is scared of. If she is scared of relationships, and truly only wants another notch in her bedpost, that is what I'll give to her. I just hope this doesn't hurt me in the process like walking out of this room and away from her is going to.

“Thank you,” I smirked at her. “Goodnight, Maria,” I walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind me quietly.

Chapter Three

Maria

             
“You might want to kiss me,” he whispered against my lips, his swollen erection ever so slowly sliding in and out through my wetness. I wanted to cry, scream, beg, grip my bed sheets and squirm. The pleasure Ethan gives me is an unbearable and mind blowing intensity that makes my body weak. Every touch makes my head spin, and my legs shake.

“Why?” I didn't want to take my eyes from his. The sexy faces that he made from my heat wrapped around him were something I could stare at for days on end.

He didn't answer me. My lips were tingling as he traced his tongue along my swollen bottom lip. I moaned against his lips as he suddenly picked up the pace, pounding me faster and harder hitting my aching g-spot with the tip of his dick. I groaned loudly into his mouth as I exploded all around him. I wanted to growl, and rip my bed apart as Ethan Montello is a sex God. Slowing his rhythm to bring me down, while kissing me softly I knew that was it and I didn't want it to be over.

He pulled away from me, leaving me cold and wanting. “That was why, beautiful,” he quickly kissed me one more time before hopping off of me, then putting his clothes back on.

I stared at him in total shock that he had no emotion to his features whatsoever. He was buttoning his jeans like he was getting dressed for the day. He was giving me what I wanted, but somehow deep down inside of me, it stung.

He let his hand linger on the doorknob as he turned around. He stared at me for a second before telling me, “Thank you,” he gave me a sexy half smile then said, “Goodnight, Maria,”.

That was it, I was now staring at my closed bedroom door. The only thing left in my room that lingered was the smell of wanton sex, and his musky cologne. My wet bed sheets were a never ending reminder of what Ethan Montello was truly capable of. I felt myself throbbing for him again. I clenched my thighs tightly together and flipped over, screaming into my pillow out of frustration.

I hugged my pillow tightly to my chest taking a deep breath of his cologne in. I smiled to myself. “Ethan,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

~

I suddenly awoke to the sound of a knock on my door making my head pound. I groaned.

“What!” I rolled over onto my back with my eyes still closed. I had no idea what time it was, my eyes were still extremely heavy and the essence of wine lingering on my tongue from last night so kindly reminding me that I drank a whole bottle.

“It's Sunday,” Vanessa said from the other side of my door.

“So,” I groaned. I rolled over onto my side, covering my head with my comforter and sheet as I heard my bedroom door open.

“It smells like a damn bar in your room, Maria,” she walked over to the window, slinging my black velvet curtains open making me wince. She quickly opened the window. I moved the blanket from my tousled bed head, letting the cool breeze hit my face. I smiled, welcoming the smell of bloomed Lilacs. A cool breeze meant it was morning, great. So much for my Sunday.

“Whoa!” Ben coughed and gagged from my doorway. “What did you drink last night!?”

“Wine, get out!” without opening my eyes, I tossed one of my pillows towards the door.

“Did you swim in it?” he laughed, the pillow hit immediately beside me.

“Was it Pinot?” Vanessa laughed.

“Ugh, no,” I wanted to throw up.

“And is that an open condom wrapper?” she gasped, I heard her pick it up between her manicured fingers. “Are you naked under there?”

“Someone had a tasteful night,” Ethan laughed from the doorway.

My body instantly tensed at his sultry voice laced with innuendo in which only I knew the meaning to. I held the blankets tightly to my chest as I sat up trying to open my eyes. I took all three of them in, standing inside of my room. Vanessa was staring at me questioningly, Ben had a huge grin on his face thinking he knows something... which I am sure he does, and Ethan, sexy Ethan standing there leaning against my door frame in his faded blue jeans and white button up shirt with his arms crossed and an affectionate smile as he stared at my bed head.

“There is way too much blonde in here,” I groaned, placing my hand to my forehead. My mouth suddenly felt extremely dry, I licked my lips.

“I hope I don't step on the evidence,” Vanessa jumped back from my bed. “Was it Marc?” she wiggled her brows with a smile making me laugh.

“Maybe,” I glanced at Ethan who winked at me making my core throb.

“Yup,” Ben commented, his lips pursed as he looked at Ethan. Ethan furrowed his brows unsure of Ben's comment. Maybe Ethan hasn't said anything to Ben. Obviously, he didn't have to.

“Oh! Details, details...” she carefully sat on the end of my bed, looking around her.

“Nope, babe,” Ben reached over, grabbing her by the arm. “We have cakes to go taste, and they have flowers to go look at,”

“But I thought that we could all go to taste the cake and then we could hit up the floral place or whatever,” she frowned.

“I think they can handle the flowers. Besides, we are supposed to be at the floral shop thirty minutes after we get to Eye Candy Bakery. Not happening,”  Ben smiled at me.

Yeah, he definitely knows something is going on. I looked over at Ethan, still standing casual and cool.

“You're right,” Vanessa sighed, looking over at me. “You have to be there by ten-”

“Ten!? What time did you wake me up!?” I looked at the clock. “Seven-thirty!? You're all crazy, I am going back to bed,” I laid down, covering my head with my blanket again.

“No, no...” Vanessa pulled the blanket from my head. “Do you remember what flower I decided on?”

“White roses, and baby breath,” I sighed. “I got it. I promise, Nessy,”

“Okay, thank you. You can go back to sleep,” I felt the bed move as she stood up. “Ethan, will you make sure she is up by at least nine? Ben and I are going out to breakfast to discuss some wedding plans before going to taste the cakes,”

“Absolutely,” he said in an amused tone, his voice trailing down the hallway with Vanessa and Ben in tow.

“Thank you, Maria,” Vanessa said.

“You're welcome, have a good breakfast,” I mumbled. “Oh, and please no Red Velvet, it gives me gas,”

“Got it,” she giggled as she shut the door quietly behind her then yelled down the hallway, “No Red Velvet, Ben!” making me smile.

Ethan's mouth was around me, his tongue circling my throbbing nub. I wrapped my fingers through his hair as he sucked on me. He slowly pushed a finger into my wetness, pumping and digging his finger fervidly. I cried out, “Ethan,” as I felt my legs start to shake. My orgasm was rushing to my core. My walls were throbbing furiously, waking me from a dead sleep. I sat up, gasping, trying to catch my breath as between my legs were aching and the blood was pumping. I sat to the edge of my bed, and with every move the blood rushed to my clit making me moan. I needed Ethan, and I needed him now.

I grabbed another condom, then hopped out of bed still completely naked. I knew we were alone as Ben and Vanessa went out to breakfast. At least I had hoped they had and this morning wasn't one giant dream. I stepped slowly into the hallway, listening to the flat screen turned on to Spike TV. I peeked out into the living room and saw Ethan just sitting there, leaned back into the couch looking incredibly relaxed. I walked to the front of the couch and stood before him holding up the condom in between my fingers with a seductive smile. He looked into my my eyes then scanned down my body, his eyes staying between my legs as I was sure he could see how wet I was; I felt it as I walked into the living room, my folds were sliding together. He sat forward, wrapping his hands behind my thighs and pulled me to him. I straddled my legs on either side of his hips.

“I heard you cry out my name, beautiful,” he ran his fingertips down my cheek. “it made me hard for you,” he took my hand, placing it on the bulge of his jeans.

“You were touching me,” I whispered in his ear as he ran his hand between my legs feeling my heat.

“Yes, I was,” he took one of my perky nipples into his mouth, his hand still working the incredible wetness between my legs.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered. I felt a heaviness in my chest as though I wanted to cry. I had never wanted something so bad in my entire life. It is a want that could put me to my knees crying and begging for him.

I bent my head down, brushing my lips on his. He kept his blue eyes on mine, reaching his hand up to wipe a lone tear that was running down my cheek with the pad of his thumb. He closed his eyes, bringing his hand to the back of my head and tangled his fingers in my hair at the same time inserting a finger into my aching core. I growled against his lips as I lowered myself onto his hand, my body was quivering at his touch.

“You love this, don't you?” he whispered against my lips, I was pumping my body over his strong hand.

“I love the way you touch me...” I moaned, tilting my head back as he placed chaste kisses across my chest. “I love your lips... oh, God yes,” he worked his finger faster. “I love your hands...” he pulled his finger out, quickly unzipping his jeans and rolling the condom on his throbbing cock. I slowly brought my hips down, pressing the tip into my wetness. “I love your big dick,” I sat down on top of him, letting his girth fill me completely. I bit my lower lip, feeling him throb against me.

I placed my hands on the back of the couch and pumped him faster. I wanted to open my eyes and look at him, but I couldn't. With every thrust of him inside of me, it brought me that much closer.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered huskily, grabbing my tits into his big hands. I was working the tip of him, he groaned. “Fuck yes,” he then wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up, he turned around and set me onto the couch. He was between my legs and started to pound me fast and deep. I moaned against my closed lips.

“No one is here,” he said breathless. “I want you to scream, Maria,” Ethan started a rhythm of shallow then deep, shallow then deep, bringing me closer to fulfilling his demand.

“Ethan!” I cried out. He inserted his finger as he pumped me faster with his erection. His finger rubbing my g-spot as his dick pumped quickly. I growled. “Oh, God!”

“Fuck, Maria,” he was throbbing inside of me as my body jerked and quivered beneath him. He buckled, his body laying on mine for only a moment. He caught his breath and stood to his feet taking the condom off, heading to the bathroom to get rid of it. After I heard the toilet flush he came back out with a smile, like nothing had just happened.

“You better hurry and take a shower, we have to go do that flower stuff for my sister at ten,” he plopped back down onto the couch next to me.

Is he kidding me right now? “I'm on it,” I stood up from the couch and padded my way to the bathroom to take a shower like it was no big deal.

I quickly closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I took a deep breath and had to wonder why his actions from last night and this morning were bothering me so much. That was what I had wanted, I had wanted to have sex with him and go along my merry way two years ago. Why now do I get the feeling that it's not what I want anymore. It didn't matter what I wanted, I was supposed to be alone.

I let the hot water run over me as I closed my eyes, I still felt the tantalizing tingles from his touch. I had no idea why I cried when he was touching me,  just that the need for him to be close was far greater than anything I had ever needed. I wanted to hold him close to me, closer than was humanly possible. I slapped my palm against the wall of the shower not understanding what I was feeling inside, or why. What is it about Ethan that makes him so damn different than the other guys I have slept with or 'dated'?

I quickly finished my shower, did my hair and make up, and threw on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top with flip flops. I walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee when Ethan stood from the couch and stretched. He eyed my chest, then my legs.