Hidden Flames..

Chapter 30

The tension between Ethan and Lily had been simmering beneath the surface for days, and it finally came to a head during a rare quiet afternoon at Ethan's apartment. They had been casually lounging, the TV murmuring softly in the background, but Lily had seemed distracted all evening. Ethan noticed, and it didn't take long for his concern to turn into frustration.

"Alright," Ethan said, breaking the silence. He muted the TV and turned to her. "What's going on? You've been off all day."

Lily looked up from where she was idly scrolling through her phone, her brow furrowed. "Nothing's going on," she replied, too quickly.

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Lily, come on. Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. "You're always acting like you have to fix everything. Maybe I don't need you to fix this."

Ethan blinked, surprised by her tone. "Fix what? I don't even know what 'this' is because you won't tell me."

Lily stood abruptly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe I don't want to tell you. Maybe I'm tired of pretending that this... whatever this is, isn't driving me insane."

Ethan rose to his feet, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Pretending? Lily, I'm the one taking all the risks here. Jake's my best friend. Do you think this is easy for me?"

"Oh, and it's a walk in the park for me?" Lily shot back, her voice trembling with anger and something deeper—hurt. "Every time we're together, I feel like I'm walking a tightrope, Ethan. I'm tired of feeling like I'm the one who has to hold it all together."

"Hold it together?" Ethan's voice rose now, his calm demeanor cracking. "I'm the one who's making sure Jake doesn't catch on. I'm the one sneaking around, making excuses, trying to keep us from blowing this whole thing up."

"Then maybe we should stop," Lily said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Ethan's eyes darkened, his hands balling into fists at his sides as her words hung between them. And then, without warning, he closed the distance between them.

"Stop this?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, his gaze blazing. He cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "You really want to stop this?"

Before she could answer, his lips crashed into hers, silencing any protest she might have had. The kiss was intense, raw, and unrelenting, as though he was pouring every ounce of his frustration, desire, and fear into that single moment. His hands threaded through her hair, pulling her closer, and Lily melted into him despite the chaos still swirling in her mind.

Her hands gripped his shirt, fisting the fabric as if to anchor herself. The kiss deepened, leaving no space between them, no room for doubt. It was a battle of emotions—anger, longing, and the undeniable connection they shared, all colliding in an electrifying embrace.

Ethan hefted her up onto the table. "Never ever think of leaving me ,you are mine and only mine."

lily's teeth dug into her bottom lip as he shoved her dress up over her chest and grazed his teeth over her nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

"Ethan, we're in the middle of ou- o- our fight..," she squeaked ,wanting him to both stop and keep going.

"I'm aware." He pulled her bra aside with his teeth and lavished attention on her breasts while his other hand found the sweet spot between her legs.

 she was already soaked for him, her thighs slick with her  juices as he drove her crazy with his mouth and fingers. His erection pressed against her leg, thick and hard as a steel pipe, but when she reached for it, he batted her hand away. 

"I hope you're not attached to your underwear," he said. lily's brows drew together.  "Wha—"  The sound of fabric tearing answered her incomplete question. Ethan's mouth curled into a sly grin at her shocked expression. "Since we've established that you're a screamer," he said. "Open your mouth."

Lily completely forgot about their fight at this point. Her resistance collapsed. she opened her mouth, and he shoved her underwear in, muffling her moan. she shivered when she tasted the slickness of her own arousal. she was throbbing now, so turned on she couldn't see straight.

Ethan returned his attention to her breasts while he slid one finger, then two, into her slippery folds. lily gripped his hair, tugging so hard it must've hurt as he worked her into afrenzy, but if it did, he didn't show it.He lifted his head from her chest and watched her with smoldering eyes. "That's it, love," he murmured, his muscles taut as he finger fucked her harder.

 He was knuckles deep inside her now, the obscene sounds of him sliding in and out of her drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensified her arousal. lily rode his hand shamelessly, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as she screamed around her makeshift gag. "Come for me like a little slut." she did. 

Hard, fast, and endlessly, flying high in an explosion of starry bliss .When she finally came down, she saw that he had unbuttoned his pants and was fisting his cock. It didn't take long before he erupted, spurting thick, hot jets all over her thighs ."No," he said when she reached to clean herself. He pulled her shredded panties out of her mouth and pocketed them ,his movements crisp and precise. "I want you to walk around with my cum on you so you know exactly who you belong to." 

Heat blistered her cheeks. "Ethan," she hissed. "I can't walkout there with no underwear and...and—". "You can, and you will." His fingers brushed her thighs,where the cum was already drying."The faster You obey , that you belong to me the faster I take you to shower to clean you up."

Ethan's hand rested gently yet firmly on Lily's neck, his eyes dark and intense as he leaned closer. His voice was low, filled with a raw vulnerability.

"Will you ever think of leaving me?" he asked, his words carrying both a plea and a command. Lily's breath hitched, her gaze locked with his. Without hesitation, she replied softly but with unwavering conviction, "No, not at all."

Ethan scooped Lily into his arms, carrying her to the shower with a mix of tenderness and resolve. The warm water cascaded over them as he carefully tended to her, his touch both gentle and firm, a silent apology in every movement.

As his hand brushed over her arm, Lily suddenly slapped it away, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You'll pay for this," she muttered, her tone a blend of defiance and playful challenge.

 "Looking forward to it."Ethan replied with a wicked smile.

 Lily rolled her eyes, a hint of exasperation flickering across her face, but the anger didn't linger. She couldn't stay mad at him—not when a part of her secretly reveled in the way he made her feel. With him, she felt undeniably his, a sense of belonging that both thrilled and terrified her.