treacherous | ethma

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Emma

If I'm being honest, I don't remember much of what happened last night.

All I remember is getting in the warm bath with Ethan, and then I kinda blacked out.

When I woke up in the morning, I was draped across Ethan's chest, and both of us were laying in bed naked. I had a pounding headache, and I lifted my head upwards to look at Ethan. He was sound asleep, so I laid my head back on his chest.

"Baby, you awake?" He whispered. I lifted my head back up to look at him, but his eyes were still closed. He must've felt my head laying back down.

"Yeah, unfortunately." I said. I couldn't remember how much we drank last night, and now I was regretting it. I had the worst headache.

He softly ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. "What's wrong?" He asked.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, feeling his warmth against my nose. "I feel like it's the morning after my twenty-first birthday party." I groaned. Ethan was still massaging my head, and it relived a little bit of the pressure I was feeling from my headache.

"Awe. Poor baby. Do you need me to get you anything?"

I nodded at him, closing my eyes because the sun was shining into the room too brightly.

After a minute of Ethan rummaging through his bag, he found some Advil, so I took it.

The day wasn't very busy since the crew loaded everything into the two trucks after the show last night, and the tour buses were already set to go, but we weren't leaving for Phoenix until 3 o'clock this afternoon. It was only 10.

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It was the first night in Phoenix that really made me anxious. It was easier in LA. I was at home in LA, but the fact that the tour was finally happening, and we were gonna be on the road until Christmas made me super nervous.

My publicist Ashley noticed I was feeling nervous, so she gave me some anti-anxiety medicine that was also supposed to give me energy for the stage tonight. I'm on in an hour.

The medicine was working pretty good. I wasn't tripping or anything, but my energy was definitely heightened, and I wasn't nervous anymore.

In fact, we played a really good show tonight. The name of the tour was proven to me once again. The adrenaline pumping through my veins like crazy.

Tonight there wasn't a party because we're going straight to Denver. The tour bus had a bedroom, and a bunkhouse, and Olivia and Amanda took the bunkhouse so that Ethan and I could have the bedroom.

As soon as we got to the tour bus, Ethan practically tackled me onto the bed, both of us eager to pleasure each other like animals.

We both took our shirts off before Ethan started kissing down my jaw, whispering some Italian to me as he trailed down my neck.

"Emma, mi cara, you looked so fucking hot on that stage tonight. I couldn't stop thinking about all of the dirty dirty things I want to do to you tonight, Nina."

God I love it when he calls me Italian nicknames.

He unclipped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room, then diving his head down to my chest.

As he kneaded one of my breasts with one hand, and pleasured the other one with his tongue, I worked on pulling his shorts and boxers down, palming him as he pulled my shorts down too.

"I'm gonna tear your panties off with my teeth." He whispered, trailing quick kisses down my body until he fulfilled the statement, sliding my panties off of my leg, his hands gripping my thighs, making me squirm at the anticipation. His hands were so close, but yet so far away, and I wanted him; needed him. And with the smile he gave me, he knew it.

Eventually he made his way back up to my lips, giving me a slow kiss, making a warmth run through my veins just like the adrenaline I had tonight.

Finally, his lips found my neck, hungrily tasting my skin as he parted my legs, slowly slipping himself into my entrance. I leaned my head back as he started moving in and out, gradually getting faster.

"Fuck, cara. I've been wanting this since you stepped on stage tonight." He whispered.

I moaned at his words as he started to get faster, and with every new movement our breaths were getting heavier, and my whole body felt like it was on fire, but in a good way.

My hands were tangled in his hair as he pounded into me over and over again, his hands roaming my body, and our lips all over each other.

The pleasure he was giving me mixed with the buzz from the medicine tonight made me feel the highest I've ever felt in more ways than one.

We both finished a few minutes later, but we were far from done.

The tour bus was already traveling the highway, going about 80 miles per hour while Ethan and I were on our worst behavior.

We did almost everything that night. His mouth on me, mine around him, his hands everywhere. Our lips finding every inch of each other's skin. Him continuously fucking me senseless until I couldn't see anything. Maybe that was also from the drugs, but I felt amazing.

He pounded into me from the back, all while fucking me with his fingers. I had to bite down on one of the pillows to keep quiet. Or else Olivia and Amanda would hear me from the other end of the bus.

For the last part of the night, we took the pace a little bit slower. Me on top, my legs wrapped around him as he guided my hips up and down.

At this point the pleasure was almost too much, and I had already come at least three times. I finally crumbled down, shuddering around Ethan which made him come down from the high.

I threw his t-shirt on over my head, getting comfy as he got his boxers back on.

We both passed out after that, Ethan tired from all the sex, and me passing out from the medicine I took before the show.

It makes me feel good. In fact, the best I've ever felt. It boosts my sexual drive, and gives me more than enough energy to perform a show whilst taking away my anxiety. I could get used to this.