Just as I think he’s about to come, I try to move away but he holds me in place with a snarl, “No. You started this so you’re going to finish it. Take it all.”
I groan around his cock, and he jerks his hips forward so his pelvis is flush with my face. He holds me in place, and I swallow around his length as best I can. He grunts in pleasure, coming down my throat and giving me every drop of his orgasm until he’s spent and releases me. I gulp down lungfuls of air as I move away, and just to taunt him, I slowly lick my lips. Ethan pulls his boxers back up over his hips, shaking his head.
“We shouldn’t have done that. I need you to leave, Devin,” he says, sounding tired and regretful.
“You don’t get to fuck my mouth like that and then leave me high and dry,” I snap.
“This won’t work. Don’t convince yourself otherwise. I had a momentary lapse in judgement, but I can’t do this with you, Devin.
“I’m not about to let this go, Ethan,” I insist, getting to my feet and grabbing him by the arm when he turns to walk away.
I never chase, so why am I now? What is it about him that I can’t leave alone or ignore?
“You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying or doing, and I shouldn’t have let you do that,” he hisses, yanking out of my grip.
“I knew exactly what I was doing when I let you fuck my mouth like you owned it. You’re just afraid to admit you enjoyed it,” I say, curling my lip with disgust as I move past him for the door.
I’m stopped by his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back toward him so my back is flush with his front, and he whispers in my ear, “What part of me didn’t seem to enjoy that?”
“Well you seemed awfully eager to run off and shut me out right after you had your fun,” I bite out.
My heart is racing because this is a side I’ve never seen to Ethan before. His little clever, nerdy persona has been stripped away, and beneath it is an angry man set on something. I don’t know what he wants, but right now I’m on edge and wound tighter than a bowstring waiting for him to snap and do something about whatever’s worked him up. I hope it’s me, and if he’s going to vent any of the pent-up emotion, I want it to be with me. I want to feel his anger, his frustration, and most of all I want to feel him lose control with me again.
Ethan makes a sound that’s somewhere between frustration and a moan, and I feel him press his lips against my neck, as he slides his hand around my hip and into the front of my pants. He pushes me forward, so I’m forced to lean against the wall and stands directly behind me, our bodies lined up perfectly. I can feel the heat of him seeping through my clothes, and I bite my lip when he reaches around to undo my pants.
His mouth finds my ear, and his hot breath on my cheek makes me shiver, and my eyes roll back in my head when he fists my cock, sliding his hand up and down my length before he whispers, “This is never going to happen ever again.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ethan
The next morning I’m filled with regret as I recall the previous night. Devin caught me by surprise, but I’m only lying to myself when I tell myself that I didn’t enjoy it, that I didn’t want him. I feel conflicted, and that’s the last thing I need in the middle of setting him and the rest of The Society up to take a hearty fall from grace and power. When this is over, if Devin realizes it was me, if he ever finds me, he’s never going to forgive me. Good. I don’t want his forgiveness. I want his anguish, not his sympathy.
I know for a fact that once I’ve done this there’ll be no coming back. To Silvercrest. To this life. To my family. Not unless I want to suffer the same fate as my little sister. Katy’s face swims into my mind, and my heart throbs with the pain I’m forcibly repressing. I mustn’t lose sight of why I’m here, not when the time to act is within reach. In another week, or two at most, everything will be in place. I just need to keep a hold on myself until I can hit the button to shut this whole charade of theirs down.
I’m almost ready. Nearly everything's in place now. I’ve spent the last week sifting through hundreds of lines of code, planting my sleepers, and burying them deep in the network that functions most, if not all of The Society. Had Devin not been determined to avoid me after the night he burst in drunk and sucked my dick like a goddamned popsicle, I wouldn’t have progressed as quickly as I have.
I’ve not been able to gain access to everything I was hoping to, but I’ve managed to carefully break through some of the more complex firewalls that protect the accounts of the Johnson family. They had a lot more to their name than I anticipated, and almost all of it comes from legitimate business, although some of Mr. Johnson’s transactions had me a little puzzled as I couldn’t trace
