Page 3 of Accidental Dad’s Best Friend (Unintentionally Yours #7)

Izzy

H e’s following me.

I just implied that Ethan Savage’s crazy idea of going into the bathroom at Backporch to fulfill some fantasy of mine isn’t crazy at all and he’s actually following me.

Which means, we are actually about to do this.

There are two bathrooms, both single stalls with locks—kind of that we don’t care what you are just wash your hands sort of thing—and I open the door to the one furthest down the hall.

As if having sex or whatever we are about to do in a public bathroom is less promiscuous if you are closer to the kitchen than the dining room.

I mean, there is an Emergency Exit back here too if things get wild.

God, I hope they get wild…

Ethan pauses for a moment and looks both ways with just his eyes before following me in locking the door behind him. Immediately the small room which is very fancy and very clean grows hot with our exhales as our jagged breaths fill the air.

“I don’t do this,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling. I’m wearing a strapless bra underneath yet even with the padding, my nipples are visibly hard. I know he sees them. The thirst in Ethan’s eyes tells me he sees them.

“Of course you don’t. You’re a good girl.” Ethan’s voice is raspy and it rubs over every nerve in my body like some sort of erotic sandpaper.

“I don’t mess around. Even in college. And I’ve certainly never done anything like this.” My heart is fluttering in my chest like the wings of a hummingbird and it’s making my voice breathier by the word.

“So you’ve never been with an older man before?” Ethan takes a step closer, closing the gap between us. Our bodies are almost touching— almost. If I even so much as changed my posture we would be pressed together.

I shake my head in response. Because what even are words right now?

“Have you ever wanted to?” Ethan’s hand draws up to take a strand of my hair between two of his fingers.

I lift my chin to look at him, swallowing hard as a response to the second question.

He asks a third. “You want to now, don’t you?”

I nod.

And with that, Ethan Savage, a man who is more of a man than anyone I’ve even touched, pulls me against him and covers my mouth with his.

I gasp into his mouth, a small moan escaping my throat.

Because I have thought about this. Many, many times.

And more than that, I have wanted it. God how I’ve wanted it.

Ever since I was old enough to date, old enough to think about what being with a guy would be like, I noticed Ethan.

And because I noticed Ethan, realizing he wasn’t just my dad’s friend, he was a man, it also set a bar for what a man is.

I didn’t want college boys. I didn’t even want someone in their thirties looking to settle down and have kids and adopt a Goldendoodle. I wanted a man.

I wanted Ethan.

I melt into his firm clasp, my body arching and softening against his toned torso.

“Fuck me, baby girl. You taste incredible.” Ethan groans into my mouth.

“Not too bitter?” I tease in reference to the Negroni I know he didn’t like.

“No, sweetheart. You’re sweet. Like peaches. God, do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”

“About what?” I ask, raking my hands over his chest and abs as he devours my neck.

The things a man can do to your anatomy just by kissing your neck…

“About you. About us.”

Us. Us. Us.

The words bounce around in my brain like a ping pong ball because I can’t believe Ethan is saying it to me. About me. Us.

“I know you are a good girl,” he breathes into my neck. “And no one will ever find out about this. So tell me, Izzy, what do you want? I can give you anything you want.”

I pull back just enough to trail my eyes from his lips to the hard swell in his slacks.

Then I reach for the first button on his shirt and undo it.

Ethan waits, his breath hot on my face, warm with sweet bourbon and sweat, as I undo his shirt one polished button at a time.

Once his torso is exposed in all its glory, I run my finger tips from his collarbone all the way down.

His pecks are solid and defined and below that I swear to God he has two, four, six, yep— eight washboard abs.

Ethan exhales gruffly at my touch and I look up at him again, my eyes meeting his. They’re a steely blue, intense and sharp and mysterious but they also make no mistake about what they want. Me.

With that, Ethan runs his hands inside the drooped shoulders of my dress and tugs it down. With one smooth motion it drops to the floor and I am standing in front of him in my bra and panties.

Instinctively, his jaw pops open as his eyes trace down my exposed body. And instinctively I cross my arms over my stomach.

“No, no baby girl. Let me see you. All of you,” Ethan drops to his knees in front of me. “I want to see every…” he kisses my breasts. “Single…” my stomach. “Gorgeous…” my hips. “Inch of you.”

There is so much heat rushing to my thighs at the touch of his mouth that my legs are practically trembling. Ethan clasps my ass in his hands and tugs me closed. “I know you are a good girl, Izzy. But right now, you are my good girl. And I want you to be dirty. So tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I say.

But Ethan’s gaze burns a trail up to my eyes and holds it. “You want me to what? Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby girl.”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Dirtier,” he grits out.

And I match his tone. This is wild. Beyond wild. Yes, I’ve thought about it but I never thought it would happen. Could happen. I still don’t know if we should. But I will be damned if I let it end now, not with it going exactly the way I’ve always fantasized.

“I want you to go down on me.”

Ethan groans before his lips pull into a grin. “Good girl.”

And with that, he grabs my thigh and drapes it over his shoulder.

The height difference, even when he’s on his knees in front of me, has me on my tippy-toe with the other foot but he’s strong and I’m not going anywhere.

Ethan sees to that. He runs a finger down the length of me, softly, teasingly, then back up and I shudder.

“Oh you like that?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“How about this? Do you like this?” He uses the tip of his finger to draw circles around the top of my clit with just enough pressure to make me whimper.

“Yes.” I say again.

Then he hooks his finger inside the crotch of my panties and tugs them aside and I am thanking the heavens I shaved this morning. Ethan runs his tongue over me the same way he just did with his finger and I nearly fall backwards.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, tugging me against him hard. As his mouth covers me, I need something to hang onto. I run my hands along his scalp, taking his wavy hair in my fists.

Ethan’s tongue flicks and swirls around my clit fast, then slow, never keeping a steady rhythm, never allowing me to get too close to the edge. My legs continue to shake at the ebb and flow of pleasure, at the teasing of the ecstasy to come.

Just when I think I can’t handle any more, just when I think I might come, Ethan stops. Then he takes his middle finger and thrusts it deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out and immediately slap my hand over my own mouth.

“Oh. Did somebody find your g-spot?”

“No one…has ever…” The words stagger from my mouth as I struggle to form thoughts.

“No one has ever what? Done this?”

Ethans finger pumps in and out of me while making a c ome here motion and I tangle one hand in his hair again while keeping the other one tightly clasped over my mouth so all of sixteenth street doesn’t hear me moan.

With a few, hard, calculated thrusts I come, gushing around his hand, soaking the sleeve of his shirt.

But Ethan doesn’t care. With his middle finger still inside me, he takes his pointer and his ring fingers and parts the lips away from my clit before covering it in his mouth.

Quickly he flicks and sucks until I am millimeters away from coming that way, but then his mouth freezes and he works the inside of me with his middle finger again, making me come again.

Back and forth, inside and outside, the orgasms roll over me in waves until I literally give out. Ethan catches me in his arms and grins, sucking his finger with a pop.

“I need you to stand, baby girl.”

“I can’t.” I pant.

“Yes you can…for me, you can.”

Then, with me still in his arms, he stands up.

He places me on my feet facing the mirror and bends me over so that I can see him behind me.

Ethan unbuttons his slacks and his hard cock springs free.

And it is glorious. I think I always knew he’d be well endowed but it’s perfect.

Thick, smooth and hard enough to make me feel even tighter. I groan just at the sight of it.

“Do you want it?” He asks, stroking himself in the mirror while his eyes lock their devilish gaze on me.

“I want you.”

“You want me what?”

“I want you, now.”

“Good girl.”

Ethan tugs my ass back towards him before pumping his hand over his cock a couple more times. Then he runs the tip from my clit to my opening and teases it for a moment.

“You’re so sensitive,” he whispers gruffly.

“You’re so good.”

“It’s all for you, Izzy. You’re the only woman I want.”

“I want you too.”

“Say it again,” he demands, entering me with just the tip. Even the size of that is glorious. The man is very well endowed and my thighs are on fire with anticipation.

“I want you.”

Ethan smirks before driving himself inside me, slowly at first and then all at once. Never have I ever felt so full. Never have I ever thought I would come on a man’s dick just from feeling it.

“Jesus fucking Christ you feel good, baby. You’re so tight.”

“You’re so big,” I gasp.

“Is it too much?” He asks with momentary gentleness.

“No. I want it. Fuck me, Ethan.”

My words make his eyes shift from a watery blue to oceanic sapphire and Ethan grinds himself into me.

I press the palms of my hands to the mirror watching as his hips crash into mine, over and over again.

My breasts spill from the push-up bra and Ethan reaches forward with one hand, taking one breast in his palm and squeezing it.

He teases my nipple between his fingers, something that in itself drives me wild.

If it wasn’t for his body nailing me against the counter, I would probably hit the floor.

“Yes,” I murmur as he glides in and out, all the while still teasing my nipple. He switches hands and pampers the other breast which has been quietly aching for attention too. “Oh my god yes…”

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.” Ethan pants. His wavy hair is curled around his eyes as beads of sweat form on his dark, silver temples.

“Harder,” I manage to say through the cocktail of different sensations. “Fuck me harder.”

“You got it,” Ethan grabs my hips with both hands and pounds into me. Then, with one, two, three thrusts, we both moan.

After the blinding white light fades and the room stops spinning, I stand up straight. Ethan wipes himself off and zips his pants before buttoning his shirt.

“That was really good,” I say, grabbing my dress and slipping back into it.

“It was incredible,” he agrees. While he buttons his shirt and tucks it in, I fix my hair in the mirror along with touching up my makeup. Then my eyes flicker back to him, catching his gaze.

I turn around and march over to him, clasping my hand around the nape of his damp neck and pulling his mouth down to mine. After a long kiss that just about starts everything back up again, I rip my lips from his and look him dead in the eyes.

“And it can never happen again.” I state before turning on my heels and walking out of the bathroom and leaving the bar.