Jar of Hearts (Glow sequel) (2 page)

Ethan and I had talked for the vast majority of the evening. He asked me questions about what it's like working for his sister, and where I grew up. I asked him about law school, and friends. Ethan was a great guy with outstanding morals which scared the shit out of me. I already knew as Vanessa has talked about her brother on numerous occasions, but all thoughts of anything other than his lips all over my most sensitive parts consumes my mind. If he wasn't so abnormally delicious, I would have walked away from him and let that be that. I will admit that I am jealous of the someday female that would catch him. Marriage and relationships aren't for me. I am satisfied with the thought of having him between my sheets once... just once is all I want. I want a life altering one night stand with Ethan Montello, that is it... period.

Ethan brushed my long brown curls over my shoulder, his eyes searched my face with intentions of kissing me written all over his handsome features. We were sitting in the grass under one of the trees toward the back of his parents yard. I glanced over his shoulder and Vanessa was nowhere to be seen outside. Mostly, most of the guests had migrated into the house as it was starting to become dark outside.

“There is something about you that is different, Maria.” I closed my eyes reeling in the sizzle from his hand as he reached up to cup my face. “I have no idea what it is,” he whispered against the flushed skin of my collarbone.

“Kiss me, Ethan.”  I whispered, my eyes still closed anticipating the feel of those succulent lips on mine. I was being bluntly forward with him, but I didn't care. He has sent me into the crazy whirlwind of sexual heat since I set my eyes on his taut muscles, and his tan skin. With every smile, every laugh, and every word spoken from his lips, the flame he sends through me pulls to my core.

His hand moved from my cheek to the back of my neck. He gently wrapped his fingers in my hair bringing me closer to his lips. I gasped at the tingling his lips were leaving on mine. Was I drunk or what? I couldn't be as I only had three drinks, and I ate like a pig at dinner. I was never one to be ashamed to eat. My lips felt like they were going numb, but the numbness never came. Within seconds those tingles were now at my core, I moaned against his lips. His other hand ran along the top of thigh, I instantly opened my legs wider as they had a mind of their own. All thoughts were blank, and my body was reacting to his touch without any type of thought to it.

“You are so beautiful, Maria,” he whispered, his mouth brushing against my lips. His other hand was now between my legs, rubbing me over my moist panties. “You are already so wet and I have barely touched you,”

“Mmm,” I licked my suddenly dry lips as I stared at his mouth, then back up to his gorgeous pools of blue staring at me from under his long, thick lashes.

He had no idea what the last few hours have done to me, I wasn't even sure what it exactly was that he was doing to me. I have never experienced a sensation like the one he gives to me. I knew I was wet, and I knew how badly my body was begging me to give it to him. It was as if every nerve ending was clawing towards the surface, I wanted to scream out of pleasure.

Ethan rolled his tongue around in my mouth, using the hand that was in my hair to pull the top of my dress down, exposing one of my breasts. He bent his head down, pulling my nipple into his mouth. His other hand was now beneath my panties, rolling the pad of his thumb over my swollen clit.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, his finger teasing my entrance.

He quickly pushed his finger all the way inside of my wetness making me pant and squirm. “Say my name,” he said huskily against my chest.

“Ethan” I said breathlessly. I rolled my hips meeting the rhythm of his hand between my legs.

“I want to be inside of you,” he whispered against my lips, hungrily kissing me. His finger pumped faster, then pulling out he rubbed my clit with my extreme wetness.

“Maria!” I heard Vanessa from the distance. My eyes shot open at the thought she might of seen us over here in the back of the yard. I looked over Ethan's shoulder, she was looking towards the bar. I quickly backed away from him, breathing heavily. I adjusted my dress and panties.

“I am so sorry, I have to go,” I looked toward Vanessa who was walking our way. My heart was now in my throat. Please, God, don't have let her seen us.

“You look pale. Are you okay?” Ethan reached out for my hand, I backed away farther. His brows furrowed, letting his hand drop to the grass with a huff.

“Yes, more than okay,” I smiled nervously, seeing that Vanessa was getting incredibly close.

“Then why-”

“776 Sixth Avenue, apartment C. Ten o'clock, ” I said quickly, then smiling at Vanessa who was now less than a foot away.

“Hey guys,” she smiled widely. “I don't want to interrupt anything, but we should probably get going, Maria,”

“Absolutely. It was nice to meet you, Ethan!” I smiled at him. He just stared at me like I was crazy. “Good luck with school,” I mentally slapped myself. My goodbye was enough to slap Ethan in the face with a simple 'thanks for playing with me'. 

“Bye,” Vanessa said as we walked away.

“Later,” I looked behind me to see Ethan still sitting in the grass with his back to me. He was shaking his head back and forth. I am such an idiot.

“Your brother is a great guy. He is going to make someone very happy someday,” I said truthfully, just not myself.

“He is,” she put her arm around my shoulders. “I'm glad you got to meet him,”

And the coast was clear... phew!

After getting home and taking a shower, I threw on a pair of Pink sweats and a black tank top. I paced the living room like crazy. I glanced at the clock every fifteen minutes wondering, and hoping that Ethan remembered the address I bumped from my gums. I was also freaking out wondering if he remembers but never shows up because he now thinks I am some crazy bitch. I acted like a lunatic. I jumped at the sudden knock at the door. I glanced at the clock, it was only 9:30 and he wasn't supposed to show up until 10:00.

I anxiously padded my way to the door and waited five seconds before opening it to a smiling Ethan. I sighed a breath of relief. He stepped into my apartment, grabbing my face with his hands, kissing me fervidly as though his life depended on this kiss. I moaned against his lips. I was starving for his mouth on mine.

“Fuck, Maria. I have been thinking about you since you left my parents house,” he kissed me harder this time, his tongue sensually caressing mine, my core was throbbing and aching for him. “You are driving me crazy,” he breathed across my lips as his hands worked my tank top to my chest. I raised my arms letting him take it completely off, then he used one hand to unclasp my bra, it fell to the floor. He slowly pulled away looking down at my bare chest. He cupped his hands around them with a groan.

“Your hands, they feel nice,” I whispered, my eyes closed as the pads of his thumbs ran over my erect nipples.

“I have something that will make you feel nice, beautiful,” he wrapped his hands around my thighs, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he walked me to the couch. He gently sat me onto the microfiber cushions and knelt between my legs.

Ethan ran his hands over my breasts as he kissed the heated skin on my stomach. I was moaning and bucking my hips beneath him, wanting him so badly to touch me. I needed him to ease this aching, and need between my legs. Only he could take care of something so intense, it was something I couldn't fix on my own and definitely something that no other guy could fulfill. I had never felt this turned on in my entire life... without a doubt it was all Ethan.

He placed his palm on my lower stomach to calm my rolling hips. When I felt the heat and tingle from his hand, it nearly sent me into a frenzy. I was never one to beg, for anything... I damn near felt like crying from the need.

“Ethan,” I whispered. “Please, touch me, I want you,” I groaned.

“Where's the need?” he whispered against the skin of my stomach. His hot breath making my legs quiver.

“I need you,” I felt like I couldn't breathe, I was panting and bucking my hips beneath him.

He pulled my sweats and panties down passed my toes and tossed them aside. He placed his hands between my thighs, spreading my legs open wide. If my legs had let me, I would have opened them up wider. I heard him groan.

“Yes, you do,” he ran the tip of his nose in the crease of my thigh, over my waxed mound, then down the other side taking in my scent. His hands cupped my ass, he squeezed opening me up wider making me cry out of pure need.

“Taste me, Ethan,” I looked down at him with my brown eyes hooded. I was ready, ready to explode on his tongue.

“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked me softly, his breath blew across my entrance making me shiver. Everything about his touch made me tingle. His breath, his hands... soon, him.

“Put your tongue inside me, please,” I reached my hands down, touching my extremely swollen clit. One thing was for sure, I was never shy in bed. I will let him know what I want, and how it feels.

He picked my hips up, his hands never leaving my ass cheeks. He pressed his tongue into my entrance, in and out in steady rhythm. I moved my hand from myself to give him full access.

“Oh, God,” I cried out, gripping his messy blonde hair in my hands. I held him tightly to my core.

He set my hips back upon the cushions, placing his hands on my inner thighs. He traced the tip of his tongue up in between my wet folds, and flicked my clit twice. I watched him, his eyes on me and his tongue caressing me passionately as he inserted two fingers inside of me. I felt the impending bliss building in my core.

“You're almost there, beautiful. I can feel it, you're so tight. I fucking love it,” he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked as his fingers pumped my heat slowly.

“Make me cum, Ethan,” I growled. I couldn't take it anymore, it was the best torture of my life. It was a torture that I didn't want to end, but it was so intense that I wanted him to make it stop.

Still sucking on my clit, he pulled his fingers out slowly, rubbing my wetness down to my other entrance. The puckered place that most woman forbid anyone to touch. I didn't care where he touched me. No matter where Ethan touched me, everything felt good. He slowly entered the tips of his fingers into both entrances, his tongue flicking my nub.

“Ethan,” I groaned, his other hand was on the lower part of my belly, holding me in place as I wanted to keep moving beneath him from the intense pleasure he was creating for me.

“Are you ready to cum, beautiful?” he whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose over my clit, smelling me again.

“Do it,” I begged. “Please,” I wanted so badly to move my hips, shove his fingers in deeper.

I felt his lips smile against me knowing what his plan was all along. I was ready for whatever that miraculous plan of his was.

“As you wish,” at the same time his mouth went around my clit, he shoved both fingers all the way in both entrances. He knew exactly what he was doing, sending me over the edge.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God...” I cried out, my body was shaking. It sending me squirming beneath Ethan's touch, his arm held my hips down to the couch as his fingers pumped, and his tongue flicked me repeatedly making it that much more intense. If I could, I would crawl up couch. 

“Mmm,” he pulled back from my clit with a smack from his lips, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. He placed the tip of his tongue deep inside of me, lapping every ounce of my heat. “So sweet,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my clit. 

“Is it?” I raised a brow seductively, I stared into his glistening blue eyes. He smiled, leaning in kissing me passionately. I enjoyed my sweet taste. “I am sweet,” I whispered against his lips.

I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him away from me so I could sit up. “I want to feel you,” I was excited inside at the thought of feeling his girth in my hands. I was sure he was huge as the bulge in his shorts were huge.