Wait No More

Part Twenty-Four 🌶️🌶️🌶️

As the kiss deepened, the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with a new kind of energy. The soft strains of Jhené Aiko faded into the background, replaced by the upbeat rhythm of T-Pain's "Can't Believe It." The infectious beat pulsed through the bus, igniting a fire that was hard to resist.

Ethan pulled back just enough to look into Olivia's eyes, the playful glint returning. "You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I think I want to spell my name again, but this time... I have a different idea."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also captivated by the way his lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh really? How do you plan to do that?" she asked, her heart racing in anticipation.

Without answering, he shifted slightly, tilting his head as he leaned in closer. The rhythm of the song pulsed around them, urging him on. With a sudden surge of confidence, Ethan let his tongue flick out, tracing along her skin where her shirt dipped just low enough to reveal a hint of her collarbone. He started to spell his name—slowly, deliberately, each letter sending shivers through her body.

"E," he began, his warm breath sending tingles across her skin, his tongue dancing lightly on the spot he knew she needed him most.

"T," he continued, savoring the way she gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as he continued his exploration.

"H," he whispered, the sensation both teasing and electrifying, making her lean into him, craving more, feeling completely lost in the moment.

"A," he added, his tongue lingering just a little longer, feeling the warmth radiate from her.

"N," he finished, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, a playful sparkle in his eyes as he waited for her reaction.

Olivia's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed with warmth, feeling the intensity of what just transpired. The excitement of the moment wrapped around them, amplified by the song's catchy beat. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, a smile breaking across her face. "I can't believe you just did that."

Ethan chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to make sure you'd remember my name."

"Oh, I definitely will," she replied, biting her lip as she took in the playful challenge in his eyes. The playful banter ignited a spark between them, and Olivia felt an exhilarating rush of adrenaline. "But you know," she continued, leaning closer, her voice low and sultry, "you're going to have to do better than that to leave an impression."

Ethan's grin widened, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Is that so? What do you have in mind?" His voice was teasing, yet there was a serious undercurrent to it, as if he was ready to rise to the occasion.

"I think I need a demonstration," she said, her breath hitching slightly as she locked eyes with him. "But... maybe a little more than just your name this time. Let's see how creative you can get."

The air between them crackled with anticipation, and Ethan's gaze darkened with desire. He leaned closer again, his lips brushing against hers, his voice a mere whisper. "Oh, I can definitely be creative."

With that, he shifted positions, bringing his lips down to her neck, trailing soft kisses along her skin. The beat of T-Pain's song pulsed energetically in the background, but all Olivia could focus on was the sensation of Ethan's lips and tongue working their magic. He was spelling out something else now—something deeper, more intimate.

He paused, pulling back slightly to look at her, his breath warm against her skin. "You ready for this?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for confirmation.

"Yes," she breathed, feeling a rush of excitement and longing. "Show me."

Ethan grinned and dove back in, this time using his tongue to dance along her neck and collarbone, exploring every inch of skin with a tantalizing slowness. He moved with purpose, taking his time, making sure to savor the moment. As he continued his exploration, he let his tongue spell out what he felt instead of his name—each stroke and flick a declaration of his desire for her.