Chanel and Ethan 32 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 32

... "Can I ask you something?" Michael says, and I can smell beer on him two feet away. "What?" "Are you and Ethan, like, together?" he asks, releasing the knob and turning toward me. "Um, no we're not," I say, and Michael smiles. "Cool, so...he wouldn't be upset if-" "What are you doing?" I ask, and take a step back as he steps toward me. "You are seriously the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen," Michael says, reaching for me. His long, skinny fingers greedily grab my waist, and I'm already pushing him away. "Thank you, but we can't do this," I reply, trying to pull his arms away from me. "Why? We don't have to tell anyone," he says, and grabs me again, trying to put his face in my neck. "Michael I'm serious, stop." I push on his chest, but he keeps going. What the fuck is this shit? I tried being nice, but I'm not about to put up with this. The moment I feel his lips on my jaw and his hands grab my ass, I shove him off of me. "Stop!" I snap, and my arm lunges forward, decking him in the nose at the exact same moment the bathroom door swings open. "Hey!" Ethan shouts. The burning on my knuckles is quickly forgotten, watching him storm toward us. "Did you touch her?" Ethan asks and grabs his collar, glancing at my shocked face. One look in my eyes and Ethan turns back to Michael, punching him right in the face. "Ethan!" I gasp, reaching out to stop him. Robert has joined us in the small bathroom, shouting at both of them, and pulling Michael out of the line of fire. I walk ...

... around to get between them, and Ethan doesn't move me, but doesn't stop yelling either. His hard chest is in front of my face, and my own heart is pounding. "Get him out of here!" Ethan bellows to Robert. They disappear and he immediately looks down at me, holding my face in his large hands. "Are you ok?" Ethan asks, his dark green eyes concerned. He's radiating impressive anger, and I can tell he's putting in effort to be gentle with me. "Yes," I nod my head, and he touches his lips to mine. "Wait here," he says, then pushes past me. Everything's happening so fast, I ignore his command and follow him out. He doesn't even notice, searching for Michael. His tall frame stalks through to the living room, and I hear Michael and Ethan both start talking at the same time. "What the fuck dude?" Ethan groans, silencing him. "She said you guys-" "I don't give a shit what she said. All I heard was her yelling at you to stop," Ethan snaps. I'm standing out of view behind Ethan in the kitchen, assuming Robert is in the living room with them, acting as mediator. "Alright man, I'm sorry, I didn't think-" "Just get the fuck out," Ethan growls, and after what I'm guessing is a silent exchange of looks, the door opens and someone walks out. Robert then quietly says goodbye to Ethan, telling him to call him later, and the door shuts, leaving us alone. Ethan turns around and the second his eyes find me, he closes the distance between us. "Chanel," he says, giving me a hug. "He didn't hurt you did ...