Chapter 15: A Lesson in Need is a Lesson in Deed “And what makes you think that I’ll let you touch me?” Despite putting up a try-fucking-with-me-and-I'll-break-your-balls look, my insides seemed to be somersaulting in anticipation... or maybe I was just hungry. “I don’t need to think anything sweetness. It’s written all over your face.” He closed the distance between us, trapping me between the counter and his chest. “Is not!” I defended myself, miserably. “And why are you even here? Miss Lunchtime-brunette didn’t satisfy your ‘needs’?” “Lunchtime brunette?” he had the audacity to look genuinely clueless. “Oh, cut the innocent act! I saw you being all huggy-buggy in the garden. Was the classroom too small for you two?” I mocked him purposely, for no reason at all other than the fact that seeing them together had made my blood boil and my mood turn utterly bitter, even when the rational part of my brain had been nagging me that I had no real reason to be mad at him. He had been clear about what he wanted from me right from the beginning. But the only reaction he showed to my accusation was to burst out laughing. “Haha...hu—haha...huggy...hahaha...buggy...hahaha!” He doubled over with laughter, one hand on his stomach while the other clutched the counter for support. The timer went off at that exact moment so I turned around, thankful for being able to hide my embarrassment, and took my dinner out of the microwave and served myself some of my favorite mac and cheese as Ethan continued with his laughing fit. I had already eaten half of my dinner when Ethan finally stopped laughing. I raised an eyebrow at him when he settled down on the opposite counter and continued to look at me with a huge smile on his face. The apple that he’d been eating earlier was back in his hands as he took large bites out of it. “My, my, Akira. I didn’t think you’d be this jealous with just one hug. I should do this more often,” he said once I’d finished my plate. I nearly choked on thin air. Jealous? Me? Of Ethan Whitmore and his conquests? You’ve got to be kidding me. I didn’t say anything, simply cleaned my plate and put the remaining pasta back in the fridge before closing the door with a bit more force than necessary and making my way up to my room. I heard him follow right behind me. I entered my room and was about to head back to my study table when I heard the door shut behind me with a soft click. I was about to turn towards Ethan, but before I could, I was thrown back, making me trip and land face down on my bed. “Ow!” I glared at him over my shoulders, still lying on the bed, only to find him climbing on top of me. “You can’t go back to your desk yet Miss OG. You still haven’t received your training,” he said, tugging me up with his hands on my stomach so that I was erect from the knee up. “After all, a lesson in need is a lesson in deed.” He stood in the same position behind me, towering over me so that my head lay on his chest. I gasped as I felt his erection nudging my butt. He was already so hard, I wonder if he’d been thinking of doing wicked things to me ever since he arrived. Was he planning on what he’d do to me while he sat and stared? I shook my head, the image of him hugging that other woman crystal clear in my head. I tried to push him away, but he wrapped his arms around my waist in an iron grip. “You’re sexy when you’re jealous. Do you know that your cheeks turn red when you’re angry?” He traced his knuckles on the side of my cheek. “And it runs down your chin… your neck…” he traced his fingers down my neck and inside my shirt. “…and disappears in…here.” “Ethan…” I gasped out his name as he pinched my nipple between thumb and fore finger over my bra, until the nubs budded in pleasure. “We won’t go all the way…” he whispered in my ears. “…but today, I want this off.” He tugged up my shirt, pulled it over my head as I raised my arms, leaving me only in my bra and shorts. He laid me down on my front again and this time, when he came over me, his upper body was bare. I shuddered as he trailed his fingers down my spine, then trailed them back up again and undid the clasp of my bra. I felt my cheeks heat up. He didn’t take it off, however, and just when I started to wonder what he was planning next, I felt the wetness of his tongue swipe up the entire length of my spine and the bite on my shoulder. I screamed, arching off the bed, but Ethan was right behind me, holding me to his chest as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his erection rubbing against me through our clothes. Panting, I dropped back down on the bed, but Ethan trailed his hands down my side and lifted me from the waist up so that my butt was now up in the air and his erection was hard and demanding on my lower back. “Hey!” I protested. “I hate this position!” “I always wondered why you never mentioned this position in any of your books. Then of course, you don’t know exactly how good this feels, do you?” He lowered his head to whisper in my ear, making his erection rub deliciously on the curve of my butt. Of course I didn’t want to use this position in my books. It was called doggy style for God’s sake! It was humiliating for whoever was in that position. But I couldn’t help the strangled moan that escaped my mouth as he rubbed harder against me. I bit my lip hard as soon as I heard his husky chuckle. “Just wait... and feel.” With that he began thrusting his hips in the valley between my ass cheeks. His jeans rough against my lower legs. “Ahh!” A moan left my mouth without my permission and although it was embarrassing, I couldn’t care about it while Ethan thrust at a steady pace, finding a rhythm. “See how this feels? Imagine how it’d feel when I’m inside you, slamming my dick in all the way, my balls hitting your thighs, and the slapping noise it’d make. Feel me sinking deeper, hitting your womb. I can already imagine your tight little pussy squeezing the life out of my dick as I slam back in, so wet, so hot, and mine.” Holy mother of—! The man sure knew how to talk dirty. I could already feel the start of an orgasm in the pit of my stomach. My breathing came in loud pants as I moaned helplessly, but for the first time I noticed that Ethan was also the same. He had never shown signs of pleasure while pleasuring me, but now I could hear his low grunts. Turning my head slightly I looked up at him to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back, exposing the slender column of his neck. His arms were strained on either side of me, his muscles bunched and from what I could see of his exposed skin, it was covered with a sheen of perspiration. This wasn’t just about me. I wasn’t alone in giving or receiving. This was about us. Too soon, I felt pressure built up in my stomach as I felt him lift up one of my legs over his hips so that his erection was rubbing directly over my womanhood, the pleasure too intense and the angle just perfect. I felt my bra slide down my arm, but I was too far gone to care. From doggy style to leg glider. Two of my most hated positions just turned into my favorites. Soon enough, our breaths and heartbeats skyrocketed. Almost there! I was so near. And God did it feel good. “Ethan—”I gasped out. “Yeah. M-me, too. Ugh!” Ethan increasing his pace and with one final thrust, the world around us exploded into a million fragments. And then there was nothing left to think, nothing left to see. Vaguely, I felt Ethan leave the bed, then the sound of running water and then the bed dipped again. Ethan pulled the coves on top of me and wrapped me in his arms before I was lulled into a deep sleep by the sound of his deep breathing.