Her Dirty Little Games (An Erotica Collection)

My blood turned to ice.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his sharp green eyes locked onto me...onto us.

I was paralyzed, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I scrambled back on the exam table, my body still throbbing from Walsh's ruthless fucking. 

Walsh, to his credit, didn't even flinch. He just pulled out of me with a slow, filthy drag that made me whimper, tucking himself back into his pants.

Ethan stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound made me jump.

"Lena," he said calmly. "Relax."

Relax?

My mind spun. Was he angry?

Disgusted? Was this some kind of test? But then he smirked.

And Walsh chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. "Told you she'd be perfect."

Wait... what?

Ethan's gaze raked over me, taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, the way my skirt was still hiked up around my waist.

"How was she?" he asked Walsh, stepping closer.

Walsh grinned. "Fucking perfect. Tight, wet, loud... just like you said."

A shiver ran down my spine. They talked about me.

Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. "You okay?"

I swallowed hard. "You... you're not mad?"

His thumb traced my lower lip. "Why would I be mad?"

My heart pounded. "Because I... because he..."

"Because I fucked her senseless?" Walsh cut in, smirking.

Ethan's eyes darkened. "Did you like it?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to my throat.

I couldn't lie, not with his touch setting my skin on fire. "Yes."

His grip tightened. "Good."

Then he kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth like he needed to remind me who I really belonged to. 

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body still aching, still desperate.

When he pulled away, his lips curled into a wicked smile. 

"Now," he said, glancing at Walsh, "where were we?"

Walsh stepped closer, his hand sliding up my thigh. "I believe I was about to make her cum."

Ethan's gaze locked onto mine. "Let's fix that."

Walsh's fingers found my clit again, circling with just the right pressure, while Ethan unbuckled his belt, his cock already hard.

I should've been shocked. Should've been scandalized, but all I could think was... finally.

Ethan gripped my hair, tilting my head back. "Open."

I obeyed.

His grip in my hair tightened, his cock heavy on my tongue. The taste of him sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper, my lips stretched wide around his thickness.

Fuck, yes.

A groan rumbled in his chest, his hips rolling forward, driving himself deeper.

"That's it, Lena," he growled. "Take it."

I whimpered around him, my body arching as Walsh's fingers plunged deeply into my pussy, curling just right-there, right there... hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. His thumb circled my clit. "Fuck, she's dripping," Walsh muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "You hear that, Ethan? She's so fucking wet for us."

Ethan's fingers twisted in my hair, his other hand palming my breast, squeezing until my nipple ached. The sharp pleasure-pain made me moan, the vibrations earning me another rough thrust into my mouth.

I was lost in it... the stretch of Ethan's cock on my tongue, Walsh's fingers fucking me in slow strokes, the way their voices tangled above me.

"Cum," Ethan ordered.

His command shattered me. I felt the rush of wetness between my thighs, my body clenching tight around Walsh's fingers as my back lifted off the table.

Ethan finally pulled back, his grip gentling in my hair. Walsh's fingers slipped from me, but not before giving my clit one last teasing flick that made me jerk.

"Good girl!" Ethan smirked, slowly dragging his thumb over my swollen lips.

My body was still humming from the orgasm, my skin flushed and oversensitive, but something inside me snapped. Before I even realized what I was doing, I pushed off the exam table, my legs were shaky, but I didn't mind. Ethan's smirk was still in place, that arrogant, self-assured curve of his lips that said he knew he owned me.

Not anymore.

My palm cracked across his cheek so hard the sound echoed in the small room. His head jerked to the side, his green eyes widening in shock. Walsh stiffened beside me, his amused chuckle dying in his throat.

Ethan slowly turned back to me, his cheek reddening.

Good.

"You think you can just waltz in here after ignoring me for days?" My voice was loud, trembling with fury. "You think you can command me like some fucking toy?"

Ethan's jaw tightened, but then... that damn smirk returned. "I wanted you to crave me," he muttered. "And look at you... dripping for me even when you're pissed."

My fingers curled into fists. "You arrogant bastard."

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist before I could slap him again. He yanked me against him, his other hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back. "And now," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips, "you're going to be punished for that little stunt."

A shiver raced down my spine, but I forced a laugh. "No. I'm done with you." I shoved against his chest, breaking free.

"I prefer Walsh's dick anyway."

Ethan stilled. Finally, l'd wiped that smirk off his face.

I turned to Walsh, slowly running my fingers down his chest until I palmed the hard length of him through his pants. His breath hitched.

"Walsh," I purred, glancing back at Ethan, "see him out, would you? My pussy's already calling for your dick."

Ethan's expression darkened. "Lena..."

"No." I cut him off, stepping closer to Walsh, my back to Ethan. "You had your chance."

Walsh's hand slid around my waist. "You heard the lady."

Ethan's nostrils flared. "You don't want this."

I arched a brow. "Don't I?"

I dropped to my knees in front of Walsh, my fingers making quick work of his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. I licked my lips, glancing up at Ethan one last time.

"You should probably leave," I whispered before taking Walsh deep into my mouth.

Ethan's hand slammed against the wall with a loud thud, his fingers curling into a fist. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. For a split second, I thought he might snap... might grab me and throw me over the table to prove a point.

But he didn't. Instead, he straightened, turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him hard enough to rattle the frame.

Walsh let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Christ, you've got a death wish, sweetheart."

I stood, trailing my fingers up his chest before wrapping my hand around his cock, giving him a slow stroke. "Or maybe," I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against his, "I just know exactly what I want."

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, yanking me against him. "Fuck, you're trouble."

"Mm." I nipped at his lower lip. "And you love it." Before he could respond, I spun around, bending over the exam table, my ass pressed back against him. "Come on, Doctor," I purred, glancing over my shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting."