Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge
Chapter 41: A little Distraction.2 [18+]

Chapter 41: A little Distraction.2 [18+]

Esther continued grinding her pussy against the underside of my dick, the way she held her nightdress up to her hip, the way she angled her body so that my dick would rub against her in the right places, the way it was just our arousal lubracating us and nothing else. Everything in that moment was so fucking hot, and she was so sexy that I could’ve sworn I wanted to marry her.

I wanted to make her mine, to own her; I wanted us in this moment forever, with her hair coming undone and her nipples hard, visible through the thin fabric and her precious naughty pussy milking my dick in a way I could only describe as Heaven.

"Cum," She told me quietly. "I want to see you cum,"

My body was too tensed that I couldn’t even utter any word, because it was close, something more intense than the first one was gnawing at the base of my spine and rending its way through my pelvis.

"Don’t hold back," she said again, pressing down even more, and fuck, there it was.

"Yes, that’s it... Give it to me. Give me every drop of it."

Shit, Esther was so hot in that moment and so fucking perfect. And pure instinct made me grab her hips and work her harder and faster over me, pulling her back and forth.

My mind was filled with the sight of her straddling me earlier, the sight of her glistening opening and her needy clit, and the memory of her taste and smell on my mouth and face, and in that moment, it flooded through me.

No. It burned through me intensely and she let out a moan at the sight of my cum spurting onto my stomach. There was so much, and it felt like hours instead of seconds that I was suspended in pulsing, total-body release.

As my climax faded, I could barely breathe, barely process what the fuck I had just felt, and then Esther bit her lip and dragged one finger across my stomach, coating it in my cum, and then brought it to her mouth. My dick jumped at the sight as I watched her suck it off her finger.

I leaned back against the bed, overwhelmed by the realization that I might never feel something like this again—because, damn, it felt too good.

"How did that feel?" she asked after a moment, her voice laced with amusement. "Did it drive you crazy?"

I let out a groan. "Fuck yes, it did."

She smirked, clearly satisfied with my response, before slipping off me and settling beside me. I grabbed my shirt, wiped my stomach, and carelessly tossed it aside. Turning to face her, I caught her staring at me, something unreadable in her eyes.

I smiled. "What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, but then hesitated. A beat passed before she added, "I’m just... growing quite fond of you."

Her words hung in the air, and for a second, I didn’t know how to respond. Part of me wanted to ask what she meant, to dig deeper, but another part didn’t want to ruin the moment. So I just smiled, pulling her close, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before resting my chin atop her head.

"I like this," I murmured.

She didn’t say anything, just curled into me, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my chest.

For a while, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the AC and the rhythm of our breathing. Esther’s fingers moved lazily across my chest, tracing shapes only she could see. It was comforting, grounding even.

I wasn’t used to this, this kind of closeness that didn’t demand anything, that wasn’t rushed or fueled by lust alone. It felt... different.

"You’re quiet," she murmured, her voice soft against my skin.

I exhaled, my hand absentmindedly tracing slow circles down her back. "Just thinking."

"About?"

I hesitated. I genuinely considered telling her about what me and Eric were planning on doing, about the fact that I might be making a decision that could send me to jail. Or should I just let this moment be?

Yeah, there’s no need to complicate things. I decided against it because I could sende the anxiety creeping in slowly again.

"Nothing serious," I finally said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Just... this. You. Us."

A small smile played on her lips, I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not.

"You know," she said after a moment, her voice quieter now, "I didn’t think you’d ever look at me like this. I thought I’d just be a... thing to you. A fuck buddy."

I blinked, caught off guard. A fuck buddy? Is that what she thought this was? Wasn’t that what it was? Or was she hoping for something more?

Wait... she actually wants something more?

Nah, it has to be the heat of the moment. That’s how they say it, right? There’s no way she’s genuinely into me like that. Even if she was, that would just make things complicated. There’s also Faith to consider.

I knew I was walking straight into some kind of trouble.

But honestly? I didn’t care.

I just wanted to enjoy every second of it.

I wasn’t sure how to answer, so I just said what I knew she wanted to hear. "You’re not just a fuck buddy, Esther."

She studied me for a second, like she was searching for the truth in my words. Then she sighed, her fingers lightly tracing over my arm. "Are you saying that because you know that’s what I want to hear?"

Fuck she’s right. Why is she being so vulnerable right now.

But I denied it. "No, that’s not true. You mean more to me than that."

I pulled her closer, letting her warmth settle against me. She seemed content. I should’ve been too.

Because deep down, I knew. This wasn’t going to last.

At some point, exhaustion finally took over, and I drifted off with Esther still curled up beside me.

When I woke up hours later, the room was quiet, the warmth beside me gone. I turned to see the empty space where she had been, the sheets slightly rumpled but no sign of her.

She must’ve left while I was asleep.

I exhaled, rubbing my face as I sat up. The clock on my phone read 3:27 AM. I stared at it for a moment, my mind hazy with sleep and lingering thoughts.

Then a thought flickered through my mind—"By the time I wake up, I’ll either be drowning in anxiety... or I just won’t care at all."

I let out a quiet breath, laying back down and staring at the ceiling until sleep finally took me.