Planning a picnic and making them food even if you’re an amateur cook, in hopes you’ll impress them more🫶🏽 - Dr Ethan Ramsay x reader
You had loaded up your car with a basket full of different meals that you were hoping would impress your boyfriend, after finally accepting fate and deciding to give in to the feelings that you both harboured for one another you and Ethan had been in a relationship for the last six weeks. This was your first official date and you were nervous mainly because this would be the first time he would truly be getting a chance to taste your cooking and baking. You both had the day off, a bit of sneaky rostering on Ethan’s part so when you arrived outside his apartment, dressed in a spring dress with a cardigan over top he smiled at your appearance
“You look gorgeous Y/N” he says as he looks you up and down, as you do the same. He’s wearing casual clothes, but even then he still looks ruggedly handsome. You then reach out for his hand and he chuckles
“Hang on Y/N, I’ve got to get Jenner ready if that’s alright with you?” and you beam, excited that his dog was coming along on your date as well.
“Of course” you say and he smiles back at you, placing a quick kiss on your lips before retreating to get Jenner and his leash from the living room. When the two return you can’t help but wonder who is more excited for this outing, your boyfriend or his pooch and you giggle at the thought.
“What is it my dear?” he asks as he comes and stands at your side, locking the door as the three of you exit the apartment.
“Just thinking about which one of you two is more excited for our date, Jenner or yourself” you tease and he chuckles
“Oh I am definitely excited for our date, spending time with the two best things in my life” he says and you blush.
“Stop” you say trying to hide your face and he chuckles again
“I’m serious, now I remember you saying something about some home cooked meals and a picnic?” he asks and you smile
“Yes, and I have the perfect spot as well” you and he nods
Song Inspo: "End of All Days" - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Rating/Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞, explicit material; NSFW (smut 🍋 🍋 🍋); language; brief discussion of medical ethics; very brief mention of religion
Summary: After a brief disagreement at work, Ethan insists that date night continues; but Tatum has a secret she's not ready to divulge if things turn hot and heavy
AN: This is a lengthy response to this sweet anon ask (thank you to whoever sent it!).
If you're new here, hello! Let me quickly introduce you to my dear Tatum: before turning the reins of Chief of Medicine to Ethan, Naveen hired new blood to be Edenbrook's Chief of OB/GYN, Dr. Tatum Erikson... aka Ethan's med school girlfriend, aka the girl that came between him and good pal at the time Tobias Carrick. Long story short: love finds a way. 🖤
AN2: Special thanks to my beautiful prereaders that I annoyed the living daylights out of to ensure the lemons were at least palatable. Love you, @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801!
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"She’s in a repair, sir.”
Ethan stood at the nurse’s station impassively, with a hand in his neatly pressed khakis, his other in a fist, rapping his large knuckles against the faux-marble counter. He offers the unit secretary a crooked smile for locating his new girlfriend of a few weeks, but with his sports coat rolled up to his elbows, the throbbing musculature of his forearms reveal he’s irritated. “Of course, she is.” He looks at his watch, “It’s not like she was off two hours ago–”
“And what?” Tatum suddenly appears, shutting the patient’s door behind her. “Miss out on giving my patient the delivery of her dreams?” She shuffles over to Ethan, craning her neck upwards as he obliges in giving her a less-than-impressive peck on the lips. She playfully scowls.
Ethan peers down into the silvery sheen of her blue eyes, raising a curious eyebrow. “A vaginal delivery?”
Tatum removes her rainbow chevron scrub cap. “Uh-huh,” she nods, “after having two cesareans.”
“Two?”
“With Von Willebrands.” A cheshire grin spreads across her face as she poorly mimics the moonwalk to grab the patient’s chart to make some preliminary notes. “And yes,” she keeps her attention on the documents, “both mom and baby are healthy, Dr. Ramsey.”
Ethan's face grows gravely pained as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He could care less about date night; he and Tatum were cut from the same cloth, dedicated to medicine. Interrupted moments alone were a hazard of the job, and while it is annoying, it never serves as a strain on their relationship, a breath of fresh air compared to Ethan's past.
However, the chief of medicine gnashes his teeth at the thought of dangerous care being given without his knowledge that could potentially affect the entire hospital's well-being. He and Tatum have discussed this before, being one in the same in taking chances, of being dangerously cautious, of blurring the lines when necessary between right and wrong.
Humming to a tune in her head, Tatum signs off pending consents before handing the chart back to the secretary and turning towards her boyfriend. “You ready…?” She stops, noticing the angry look on Ethan’s face. “What–” she places a thoughtful hand on his abdomen, “what’s wrong?”
He scratches his chin, the stubble making a harsh, bristly sound. Ethan exhales deeply, taking a step backwards away from her touch before glaring at her. “You’re always testing the boundaries.”
Tatum’s taken aback, her nose scrunching up in annoyance. “That’s rich coming from you, Dr. Ramsey.”
“Erikson,” Ethan abruptly grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. He guides her to a darkened, private corner of the floor. “Laboring a weakened uterus? With a hemophiliac?”
“Are you… mad at me?” Tatum crosses her arms. “For advocating for my patient’s autonomy?”
“Is that what you’re calling it?” Ethan scoffs. “You’re not God, Erikson–”
“Well, until God becomes a board-certified OB/GYN and ACOG fellow with a 91% TOLAC success rate, I’m the best anyone's gonna get.” Tatum offers a cocky smile, pushing the tip of her tongue into her cheeks, but when she sees Ethan isn't amused, her sassy resolve instantly breaks. She glances around to ensure they were still alone before lowering her voice again with a heavy sigh. “I wasn't given much of a choice, Rams."
He steps closer, towering over her as he ever so delicately glides his warm, calloused palm under her elbow. "What do you mean?"
"The patient is Penelope Culp-Belvedere. You might be more familiar with her father, Larry Culp, CEO of General–”
“--Electrics. Fuck.” Ethan sardonically chuckles as he glares at his blonde girlfriend. "Did they threaten you or try to coerce you–?"
"No, no. It wasn't like that," Tatum shakes her head. "But she made it clear that if I didn't give her this opportunity, she would go to a birth center."
Ethan lets out a sharp exhale. He crosses an arm over his chest, his other hand holding his chin. A ruddy swirl creeps up his neck as Tatum continues.
“You know I couldn't let her do that. She needed surveillance, hypervigilance even; she needed my expertise. If she was going to be safe, if she was going to… survive?" She blows away the air she was holding. "I couldn't. I just couldn't, Ethan." She innocently shrugs. "I promise we covered everything, discussed everything thoroughly. She is fully aware of her risks, not to mention our healthcare team and legal team met extensively with her and her family–”
“Everyone, but the Chief of Medicine,” he grumbles.
“Ethan,” Tatum sweetly whispers, noticing the hurt in his voice. She places a hand on his arm, her eyes meeting his icy-blue glare. "You have to trust me–"
"Tate, this has nothing to do with trust," he retorts. "We're talking about legalities. We're talking about goddamn ethics, not to mention credentialing for Edenbrook. Fuck, we're talking about your licensure." He paces away, taking a much needed breath. "That's on me– "
"I'm responsible, too–"
"But it falls on me, Tatum," he snaps back. Allowing a moment of silence to snake past them, Ethan rakes his fingers through his dark waves before looking back to Tatum. Taking a deep cleansing breath, his body relaxes, his expression becoming empathic to his girlfriend before he reaches his arms around her. Pulling her into his broad chest, he plants sweet kisses along her hair line. "Tate, you know I trust you," he gravelly whispers to her, "with everything in me."
Tatum wraps her arms around his waist, looking up towards his softened gaze. Without thought, they instantly find comfort on each other's lips, gently pressing their mouths together.
"But please... Don't ever do this again. You've gotta keep me in the know of these potentially taxing cases. If you’re not going to do it for that damn asshole Chief Ramsey," he smirks, lowering his forehead to rest on her forehead, "do it for me."
Tatum nods her head, pressing her pout once more to his. "I guess being God is hard work."
Ethan snickers, "you have no fucking idea," he kisses the tip of her nose, "especially with you keeping me on my toes."
"Oh?" Tatum lightly scratches her nails up and down the firm planes of her boyfriend's back. "Should I be asking for forgiveness?" she suggestively smiles, pushing the tip of her tongue behind her teeth.
“No, not asking,” Ethan subtly presses his hips against hers. "Begging."
"Mmmm…" she playfully hooks her fingers on the inside of his waistband, pulling him flush with her body. She wraps her arms around his large shoulders, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
“Dirty girl…” Ethan groans into a titter, pushing a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand, and leads the way to the physician's lounge to pack up her belongings.
Feeling his warm fingers intimately entwine with hers sends her pulse racing. His thumb presses small circles into the back of her hand, making her thighs tingle in anticipation for his touch. For his taste. A flush appears on her cheeks as she daydreams–as she plans out their evening together. Absolutely depraved. Absolutely in love. Absolutely perfect.
But as they enter the locker area to grab Tatum's bags, another thought crosses her mind. She forgot something, something absolutely necessary for tonight. And she abruptly stops like a deer in the headlights before turning to Ethan.
"How about you pick up dinner, and I'll meet you back at your place?" She innocently smiles.
Assuming she wants to clean up from a long day at work, Ethan nonchalantly answers back. "Just shower at my place," he lowers his voice, “and I’ll make you forget about dinner.”
Tatum swats jovially at his arm, biting her tongue. "Seriously, though–”
“I am being serious,” he chuckles, wiping at his plump lip.
"Rams," Tatum tries to get back on track. “I need to make a quick stop. Just a quick errand."
Ethan stops, shifting his eyes towards his girlfriend before nodding in understanding. "Is it tampons? I think I have some in my bathroom–"
"Ethan,” she chides. “It’s nothing big; don’t worry about it–”
“If it's nothing big, why are you being so secretive about it?
“Why are you being so goddamn nosy?”
Ethan takes a step back, mouthing the word ‘Wow’. He raises his hands in surrender. “Damn. Fine.” He turns on his heel and quietly heads for the door.
A sudden guilt overwhelms Tatum as she watches her boyfriend, carrying her bags quietly leave the doctor’s lounge. He’s honestly curious. He’s not being a controlling douchebag of a boyfriend; he’s not being clingy or a possessive asshole. Purely curious.
And now Tatum feels like a real bitch; how could she have talked to him that way? But, still, could she really tell him the truth? Sure, it may be seen as silly, but it was embarrassing to her. This little problem of hers affects both of them and their intimate life. He never knew about it back in medical school; is it so bad if she kept this from him now?
"Rams," she sighs. “Come back.”
The hydraulic wooden door was about to close when Ethan stopped it with his shoe, pushing it back open. He stepped into the lounge, but the blank expression on his face is a telling sign he is irritated.
"Rams," Tatum's voice is tender, genuine as she reaches to hug him. "I'm sorry."
Ethan’s face resolves into a crooked smile as he lovingly wraps his free arm around her. "It's okay," he hushes, "I know. I shouldn't have pushed you–"
"You didn't," she shakes her head. "I know you're asking because you care." Tatum swallows thickly. "Would you like to come with me?"
"Tate, is that what you want?" Ethan reasons. "It really is fine."
"How about you just take me to the store?" Tate suggests, "and we'll go from there?"
"Deal." He kisses her forehead. "So… where are we going?"
Tatum hesitates for a second, clearing her throat.
"Do you know the closest adult novelty store?"
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The rhythmic ticking of Ethan’s turn signal seems to fall into pace with Tatum's rapidly beating heart. Though the air conditioner is blasting frigid gusts that challenge the tundras of the arctic, she can feel beads of perspiration forming across her brow.
Ethan glances over at her before quietly chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. "Tatum," he croons. He massages her rigid shoulder as he turns out of the hospital district. "I don’t know why you’re so worked up about this. You and I have been to sex shops before."
She forces a smile, but the expression melts away as she looks out the window.
He's right, though this would technically be their first trip together this go around in a relationship. Back in med school, the couple unabashedly frequented their local store for ideas, games and the occasional visual stimulant.
Although Tatum gave her virginity to Ethan, he was never able to explore his fantasies with anyone, too afraid of judgment, too afraid of his own shame. But when Tatum was finally convinced her older brother wasn't going to kill either of them, the fire between them was ignited. An exhilarating vulnerability fell open between them, a love that neither one of them had ever experienced before, and suddenly, the act of having sex just wasn't enough. Some nights were filled with endless kisses and sweet sentiments while others included unconventional props, lubrication and batteries. And some of their favorite nights included one simple word: Sir.
But still, Tatum is nervous about admitting she needs help with this one thing in the bedroom. She really shouldn't be; she counsels women weekly about how it's "normal". Because it is. It’s actually a natural reflex the body performs to protect itself.
It’s just inconvenient. And embarrassing.
Tatum is jolted from her thoughts as Ethan turns off the ignition, the sudden hum of the engine completely replaced with the quiet street noise of the night. They’re parked in a strip center, the store in front of them discreet with cheesy crushed velvet curtains and neon signs in cursive.
“Is this place okay?” Ethan offers a crooked smile as he opens his door.
“Uh.. yeah, but–” he shuts his door. Tatum quickly jumps out of the truck, jogging to the driver’s side. “You’re not coming in.”
Ethan freezes before he begins to snicker. “Why not?”
“Ethan!” She folds her arms.
“Okay, okay,” he leans up against his truck as he watches Tatum walk towards the door. “But what if I need to get something?”
“You don’t need anything,” she jokes, sticking out her tongue as she walks inside.
Once inside the store, she stealthily makes her way through the aisles until she comes to the area dedicated oral sex. Tatum is grateful they seem to be having a slow night because there was no one in her path; no one could see her; no one could identify her. She hungrily shops the shelves, looking for her holy grail, her fingers wiggling with desperation.
And there it is.
Good Head gel.
The perfect potion to temporarily cure Tatum’s potent gag reflex.
Tatum begins to squat down and pick out her favorite flavor when she hears a bell ring, notifying the store associates that someone walked in. Then she hears a familiar masculine voice.
Ethan.
Tatum curses under her breath, hiding behind some backstock as she watches him shop the aisles.
And he wastes no time shopping. She watches him load his arms with a dual-head dildo, a bullet vibrator, and special sleeve for the stimulator that he could put on himself. Tatum watches with intrigue as he walks back to the front of the store.
Was that for tonight? She smiles gleefully to herself, chewing on her thumb as she went back to her creams–that is until she heard Ethan’s voice talking to an associate who was directing the physician back to her location. Tatum quickly jogs down the walkway, hiding behind an end cap to watch.
He fills his arms with lubrication of all kinds: flavored lubrication, anal lubrication, warming lubrication, lubrication made specifically for toys. He moseys down the next aisle, collecting a buttplug and anal beads.
Tatum’s eyes grow wide. Jesus Christ, are we having an orgy? An associate meets him halfway to the register, and they are clearly talking about bondage supplies.
Dirty boy… She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks burning with eagerness. She quickly grabs her oral numbing gel, hiding it under her arm as she makes her way to the register. She exchanges a few pleasantries with the associate when all of a sudden, she is stopped dead in her tracks.
“Did you find everything you were looking for, babe?”
She turns her head to address her boyfriend, but she is instantly distracted by the pile of toys on the counter he was about to purchase, including a leg spreader, a couple of different pairs of handcuffs, a leather paddle and a new leather flogger.
Her mouth slowly drops open, her chest visibly rising and falling to her heavy breathing as she licks her lips.
“Ma’am?” The associate calls to her several times until her daze is broken.
“I–I’m so sorry,” Tatum chuckles, her face rosier than ever. She can hear Ethan behind her, making small, inappropriate comments that only she can hear. She nearly trips on her own feet that are standing still.
“Cash or credit, sweetheart?”
“Excuse me?” Her words are breathless. “Oh, of course, um…” Unable to make eye contact with anyone, Tatum quickly tosses some cash at the associate before she stumbles out of the store to retrieve some fresh air.
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After dinner, Ethan and Tatum make a quick wardrobe change: she stole his sleep shirt to pair with his favorite cheek-exposing panties, leaving him in a well-fitted pair of heathered gray joggers. They retreat together to his oversized sectional, her body soundly enveloped by his firm arms. Ethan casually rests his chin amongst the platinum wheat waves of Tatum’s tresses as he flips through the OnDemand menu.
Tatum suddenly stifles a yawn, nuzzling her nose into the short dark hairs of his broad chest. He tightens his embrace around his girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "Don't tell me you're calling it a night already." He pulls her into his lap, her knees finding both sides of his pelvis as he begins to massage her ass. “I have plans… for you, “ he breathes hauntingly on her skin, his fingertips teasing the curves leading between her legs.
A shiver courses down Tatum’s spine, hearing the hunger in his voice, feeling his prowling touch. She giggles into a moan as she slinks her arms around his thick neck, pulling her nose intimately close to his. His breath becomes quicker, the hot air mixing with hers as they trade glances of their sweltering pouts. "Did you have something in mind, Doctor?" She gently pushes her hips into his, needing a simple taste of friction, a simple prelude of him filling her deepest ache.
His hands roam gracefully up the slope of her back, becoming tangled in her loose strands. "You tell me–"
Ethan suddenly bucks his hips upward, Tatum's playful yelp spurring him. He grabs a fist-full of her hair, wrapping it once around his fingers before pulling her close to claim her lips.
"Ethan," she moans as he steals her gasp from her throat, his tongue twirling against hers.
Tatum tugs at the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck, finally raking her nails through his scalp. As goosebumps ignite across his flesh, a low growl bellows from his chest. Rolling his head back, Ethan's eyes cinch shut, his throbbing erection hardening to her touch, hardening to her soft whimpers.
"Please," she quietly exhales, stroking his cheek, “take me to bed… Sir.”
Sir.
Ethan’s cock twitches at the sound of her words. He rubs his thumb across her bruising lips, his sky blue eyes searching for confirmation in the lusty storms of hers. He certainly hasn’t forgotten their game from years ago, a game where Tatum grants Ethan total control with a single word. A menacing, crooked smile spreads across his face as she eagerly nods to his unspoken question.
“Say it again.”
Tatum takes a deep breath, knowing exactly what she’s about to endure. She relaxes her arms, her palms facing up, almost like a child waiting to be picked up. “Take me to bed, sir.”
Ethan ferally tangles her hair tightly into his fist again, pulling her ear to his lips as she yelps. “There’s my good girl..” He pulls her earlobe into his mouth before dragging his teeth across the tender area. “Remember: no hands.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ethan suddenly lifts her up, her legs squeezing tightly to his sides. He grips steadily onto her hair, the fiery sting of the pull keeping her locked around his body. Without wasting time, his fingers push her panties to the side, his thumb finding her thrumming clit.
Tatum’s mouth falls open, but only soft, swift breaths escape as she feels her body succumb to gravity, falling, sliding against her boyfriend’s hard body. The burning sensation against her scalp wells her eyes with tears. She inadvertently squeezes her legs harder, firmer, tighter against Ethan, her nails digging into her own thighs. The abrupt stern brush of his hand presses firmly against her desire, eliciting a low-pitched growl deep in her belly.
Carrying her with his hands firmly in place, Ethan struts confidently to the bedroom, the small bumps and twists sending sudden pulses of fear and pleasure through her raw nerves.
She breathlessly cries as a grin of pure ecstasy etches on her flushed face. Fuck, the merciless passion that awaits her…
Ethan lets go of her hair, tenderly capturing her body in his arms, allowing her to catch her breath from the bursts of electricity sparked through her body. He pushes her back onto the plush bed, crawling predatorily on top of her, overpowering her, leaving her helpless.
He earnestly kisses her mouth, tonguing at her bottom lip, biting it. His palms wander up her sleep shirt, her peaked breasts being relentlessly taunted and rubbed despite her mewls, despite her strained soreness. He finally pulls her top up and over her head as he drops his kisses to her hardened nipples, lapping at them, teasing them with broad strokes from his tongue.
“Oh…God!” She sobs, welcoming the agony as she arches her back against the mattress. Gritting her teeth, she fists Ethan’s careless, sweaty waves, smothering him deeper into her chest. As he continues to claim her with his teeth, her cries become strained, breathless and hoarse. “God, yes… God… yes…!”
Ethan abruptly stops, snickering huskily. “That’s not my name.” He carefully pushes her blonde wisps from her face, bending over to whisper into her ear. “But, only I can save you now.” He licks Tatum’s kiss from his ruddy lips as he slowly crawls backwards off of the mattress, Tatum mesmerized by the smooth, flexion movements of his stomach.
“Ethan?” She innocently beckons, sitting up on her elbow to track his movements around the room. She tries to slow down her breathing, but her thoughts flood with depravity, recalling the items he purchased at the store. Her heart skips a beat, feeling her apex quiver. “Ethan babe?”
He quickly returns to her side. He holds his fingers against her lips to silence her, the same hand that was pressed intimately against her clitoris as he carried her into the bedroom. The sweet smell of her pussy entertains her nostrils, her tongue swirling around his fingertips.
“Is my good girl craving her penance?” Ethan impishly inquires.
“Yes… yes, sir,” Tatum pants, slowly licking her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her eyes growing dark with thirst, with willingness.
For his pleasure.
“Uh-uh,” he shakes his head, grabbing her ankles, “you’re not ready.” Ethan pulls her across the bed like a ragdoll, propping her feet against his shoulder. Tucking his fingers into the lace-adorned waistband of her panties, he pulls them off, wadding them into his hand.
Ethan takes one, two strides backwards, his eyes fixed on Tatum, like an insatiable wolf fixed on his prey. He casually takes a seat on a tufted chaise lounge, sniffing her freshly-removed undergarment,grazing the swell of the bulge in his sweatpants with his hand.
Tatum relaxes on her arms as she crosses her legs, her foot playfully bouncing in the air as she tosses her loose curls behind her shoulders. “Am I ready now, sir?”
“Shhh,” Ethan snaps his fingers, raising an eyebrow. “I talk; you listen.”
A thrill of magnetism engulfs Tatum’s body, a pained pleasure kindling deep in her belly at his words. There’s a darkness that overcomes Ethan, one that both terrifies her and excites her; one that makes her want to be loved and hunted, one that makes her want to be pleased and punished.
“Spread your legs apart.” Ethan’s voice charms like a well-aged brandy. Smooth. Sweltering. “Mmmm… good girl,” his breathing becomes labored, “...just… just like that…”
He fully erects at the sight of Tatum, her delicate folds glistening in the ambient lighting. Seeing her completely yielded, completely bare to him, is almost enough for him to tumble into his own ecstasy.
But he looks away.
Cursing at himself, he furrows his brows as he bites his fist, slowing down his ragged breathing. His desire for dominance betrays him, his body threatening to lose all self-control. As he looks back to his own personal treasure lying exposed on his bed, the head of his cock begins to ache, straining against the tightening fabric of his pants. He can feel it throb against his hand, enticing him to give into his need.
Fuck. Slow down, Ethan. He feels like a damn schoolboy, ready to spill over. He quickly removes his hands from his lap, fixing his eyes on Tatum: her toned legs; her thick, supple thighs; the velveteen skin that drapes across the curves of her hips and belly; the playful bounce of her full breasts.
God, she’s beautiful… and she’s mine. As Tatum becomes restless in the sudden stillness of suspense, Ethan drinks her in: every last freckle, every last hair. Every last dimple, stretch mark and scar.
They’re all mine..
Ethan’s hands yearn to explore her body, his fingertips feeling a magnetic pull to reach out and feel each edge and line and plane. But he knows that one sip of that poison, and he will hurdle to his euphoric finish.
But that body. It needs to be worshiped.
“Touch yourself.”
Tatum curiously sits up. “What?”
“You don’t question me,” he growls. “That’s one. Don’t make me get to three. Yes sir?”
“Yes, sir,” she swallows thickly.
“Now… be my good girl,” his eyes grow hooded, his voice both heated and chilled, “touch yourself.”
A twinge of humiliation flashes across Tatum’s face. Her eyes flutter shut before she gives a coy nod, like a lamb understanding her fate.
She looks up, her gaze piercing into Ethan, watching the frantic rise and fall of his chest. She takes two fingers into her mouth before descending her hand between her thighs.
"That's it… that's a good girl. Spread yourself open for me."
Drenched from her desire alone, the sound of Tatum's wetness reverberates through the room as she drags her fingers through her slick slit. She glides up to her sensitive bud, circling around it before drifting back to her center. Up… and back down again… a devilish expression of possession locked on his body as she pleasures her own.
"Stop," Ethan growls, "Stop right there…" His breath hitches as he resists the urge to stroke himself. "Inside…put them inside. Now."
Without thought, she pushes her fingers into her sweltering pussy, her walls narrow around her slender knuckles. She exhales a tender moan as she pulls back out, immediately returning her fingertips into her depths.
And back out again.
Plunging back in, teasing and tickling just inside her slick channel as her thumb grazes over her most sensitive of areas.
"Ethan," she whimpers, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as a sweet dew collects on her skin. "Please…"
Ethan stands up, a grimace on his face as he saunters closer to her side.
"Please, baby–" her voice strangles, her expression pleading.
Ethan suddenly seizes her hand; as he brings it to his mouth, Tatum’s wetness courses down her arms, dripping onto her naked body. He takes her fingers into his mouth, the invigorating taste of her arousal eliciting a bellowing groan from his core.
“Please, Ethan…” she chokes out, her body rocking in desperation for more.
He slowly pulls her fingers out from the back of his throat. “What does my good girl need–?”
“You…” she interrupts with a hiss. “Please touch me…”
A sadistic smirk grows on his chiseled face as he retreats to his secret bag of goodies, pulling out a few items. Tatum tries to observe, but her vision is too blurry to make out what scandalous products he was pulling out to use on her.
He quickly returns, gently stroking Tatum’s heated cheeks. “Do you trust me?” He pushes his thumb across her lips and into her mouth.
Tatum’s eyes flutter close, a simple tear of pleasure, of her desire falling down her cheek. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
"Yes, sir.” She looks back into his sultry eyes, completely darkened with his lust for her–and only her. “... with everything in me…”
Ethan allows a silk tie to unravel from his hand, the corner of his lips curling as he watches Tatum writhe in anticipation. He carefully sits her up, cinching the tie snuggly around her eyes before laying her back down he guides her hands above her head, knotting the remnants of his tie around her wrists.
“Ethan–”
“Shhhh…” he hushes. “Stay still.”
Hidden behind the chaise lounge next to his bag of products and toys from their trip earlier, Ethan pulls out a single, long-stem rose. Carefully fluffing out the petals, he pads closer to the bed, taking in the bare beauty of Tatum. He circles around her feet, her legs coyly thrusting with the built up tension they created together. He casually licks his lips, seeing her body so ready for him, so hungry for him. Twirling the flower between his fingers, he paces slowly next to the side of her body, hypnotized by the rising and fall of her nervous breathing.
Her lips. God, those perfectly plump, perfectly inviting heart-shaped lips… all Ethan can think about is touching them right now, tasting them and biting them. Feeling them against his own as she orgasms, as she screams his name, as she begs for more…
As to not startle her, Ethan crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees as he hovers over her body. Watching her throbbing lips, he gently presses the blooming flower to her mouth before tracing the petals down her neck. Feeling the silky texture of the blossom in the most intimate of ways spurs a tender purr of pleasure from her throat.
Ethan traces the bloom down her shoulders and up her arms that are tied over her head. He watches her smile grow on her face, her body beginning to writhe in the bed.
He swats her palm with the bulb, Tatum‘s heart rate suddenly racing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was unexpected. Thrilling.
Ethan continues, tracing down her chest, her nipples hardening before he can even touch her. Fuck, I need just one more taste… he rolls the bud of the rose around her pert breast before playful swatting at their most sensitive, taut area. Tatum giggles at the sensation, her upper back bowing against the bed wanting to feel more, needing to feel more.
Bending back the stem, Ethan releases the flower like a catapult, thumping harder against her.
But this time was different.
Tatum suddenly moans in pain, sucking in a sharp inhale as her body shudders.
Ethan removes the rose, observing her skin as she softly mewls under his touch. Running his hungry fingers across the slopes of her ribs, he discovers where a thorn penetrated the skin, deep crimson starkly collecting against her pale pink hue.
Ethan looks up towards Tatum; there’s something in the way she licks her lips, the way her chest trembles with satisfaction and danger… he can’t help himself.
He bends over, placing his lips over her tiny wound, kissing it with his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. Tasting her, tasting his Tatum, in the most intimate of ways, the most depraved and feral of ways, pulls relentlessly at his cock. He needs to ravage her, penetrate her. He needs to fuck her.
Ethan balls up the comforter in his fist, forcing himself to slow down his erratic breathing. Not yet, he wars with himself, his own girth threatening to pour out without his command.
He crawls up on top of Tatum, pressing his lips into hers, letting her taste herself on his breath.
“Open your legs.”
With her lips not releasing from his lips, she spreads herself open, whimpering for Ethan to claim what belongs to him. He grabs the rose, and with the flick of his wrist, the petals begin to drum against her fully aroused clit.
Up and down. Side to side. Each soft flutter of the bloom’s silken beauty gently taps at her swollen desire, over and over, each stroke more perfect than the last.
Tatum tosses her head back, gasping for a sip of air as her thighs quake, electricity pulsing through them. Watching her fall apart to a rose sends a jealous wave through Ethan; he tosses the flower on the ground, climbing on top of Tatum. He hastily unties her hands, ripping the necktie off her eyes.
“You come for me. You understand?” He demands.
“Yes sir,” she cries, running her fingers through his damp, dark curls, her eyes falling deep into the crashing waves of his ocean eyes.
Ethan puts a knee between her legs, spreading them apart before his arms tuck her wriggling legs around his hips. He pulls out his thrumming erection already dripping with precum, lining the thick head with her saturated entrance.
“You come only for me–” he snarls in her ear, but before he allows her to answer, Ethan thrusts his hips into her, his massive length burrowing deep into her depths.
Tatum’s mouth falls open to the sudden rush of pain, a pleasure that she has been craving all evening, but not a single sound comes out. She’s finally complete; she’s finally whole.
Feeling the extreme narrowness around his erection, Ethan reaches down, grabbing onto the curvatures of Tatum’s ass while he wriggles the last few inches of his cock into her tight pussy. Allowing her to stretch around him, he starts to rock his hips, slowly at first before finding a steady rhythmic pace they both enjoyed. Each pleasurable thrust, he disappears completely inside of Tatum as rivers from her wet center pour down his thighs and across her ass cheeks.
“Ethan–” she pants, “I can’t wait. I… I need–”
Tatum’s nails carve into Ethan's back. A groan of pure euphoria grows deep in her belly as she squirms underneath his weight, her core growing restless, growing needy of release. And suddenly a cadence of elated screams echo throughout the home as Ethan helps Tatum ride out her orgasm.
"That's it," he thrusts unsparingly into her depths. "That's … that's my …"
But his words fail him. Like an insatiable animal intoxicated on desire, he grunts uncontrollably, unable to speak, unable to catch his breath. Just thrust. And moan. And push. And shove. His lungs burn from panting so hard.
But he's not going to stop. Not this close.
Abruptly, Ethan hollers out in a deep, gritty howl. His girth mercilessly pushes against her walls as he uncontrollably pours into her, filling her completely .
Needing to catch his breath before anything, Ethan collapses on Tatum's body, her arms readily receiving him against her chest. For several minutes, they lay there, simply holding each other. There was so much to say, yet nothing to say at all; somehow their heavy breathing spoke the depths of their heart perfectly.
Minutes quickly turn into timeless memories. Though the Boston sky remains romantic hues of violet and navy, the moon has slowly danced to another corner in the sky.
She doesn't remember when she started, but Tatum cradles a sleeping Ethan in her arms, his head comfortable against her neck as she traces soft circles across his back. At some point, they had discussed taking a shower, but right now in this beautiful moment, connecting physically makes perfect sense.
Being with this man makes perfect sense.
"Normal sinus rhythm."
Tatum stops scratching Ethan's shoulders and begins to snicker. "What?"
Letting out a big yawn, Ethan rolls off the top of Tatum. He closes his eyes again, but laces his fingers with her. "Just glad your ticker sounds good.”
"Weirdo," she titters as she glances around the room. "Ethan? Was… was that a rose?"
With his eyes still closed, a mischievous grin crawls across Ethan's face.
"Are you serious?" Tatum sits up, grabbing a pillow to hug and hide her nakedness. "Where did you get that?"
Ethan chuckles to himself. "I know it's off brand for us, but … well, we were going on a date and–I don’t know. I thought it was nice–."
“You did not.” Tatum jovially swats him with the pillow, his smile growing bigger.
"I wanted to show you that I've gotten classier these past 15 years. You know, no more trips to adult novelty shops to impress you."
They both tumble into belly laughs, exchanging knowing glances at one another.
"Speaking of," continues Tatum, "what the hell was all of that shit you were buying yesterday?"
Ethan waggles his eyebrows. "The Lord works in mysterious ways."
Tatum playfully scoffs, scooting off the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wanna come join–?” Before she can finish the question, Ethan is climbing off the bed, chasing behind her as she squeals into the ensuite bathroom.
“Oh, hey,” he turns back around, grabbing something from the giant bag of adult toys before jogging back to her. “You left this at the register.” He tosses in the air a familiar silver bottle towards his girlfriend.
The blood drains from Tatum’s face. As she catches it mid-air. “I… it’s not… this isn’t… I mean–”
“It’s definitely not your usual flavor–God, what is it you use?” He rubs his thumb against his lips. “It tastes… sweet–super sweet… like candy….”
Tatum’s eyes grow large, her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “B-but how…?”
“How what?” Ethan opens the glass door to turn on the shower, allowing steam to slowly fill the room. “How did I know you were using that cream?” He chuckles, grabbing two towels from a linen closet. “Isn’t it the same stuff you used in med school?”
“Oh my God!” Tatum covers her face with her hands.
Ethan approaches her, gently grabbing the back of her elbow. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he grins kindly. “You went to all that trouble to make sure… I was happy. And Tate?” She bashfully turns her attention back to her boyfriend, but his gaze is already fix admiringly on her. “I’m very happy.”
Tatum wraps her arms around his neck, Ethan pressing his lips lovingly against her soft neck. “But,” she pulls back to look at him, “How? Did you see the bottle in my purse one day? Or in my medicine cabinet?”
Ethan shakes his head. “I thought it was interesting that your kisses afterwards always tasted like a jolly rancher.” He suddenly reaches out his hand towards Tatum. “C’mon,” he nods towards the shower. “And bring your new bottle. I wanna see if this 'Strawberries and Champagne' tastes better on your tongue.”
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I love how every six months an Ethan Ramsey discourse has to occur because let's admit it, he continues to stay rent free in our minds... Be it ramseynator or ramseyhater
I really hope pb uses this time to add more time with all the characters OTHER than Ethan. And it’s coming from Ethan romancer. It just got to the point where every time there was an Ethan diamond scene I thought “oh no”. Because, come on! You have to be really stupid to not see the horrible treatment the other LIs get, it’s shameful! That’s what ruined the Elementalists for me, that’s how Becket went from being one of my faves to someone I would not pay diamonds for anymore, he was so freaking forced even for someone who romanced him! So yeah, I do hope they finally realize you can’t have Ethan in every chapter (and most of the chapter) and show Jackie and Bryce once every 3 chapters!
One thing i do hope they don’t give up on is the mature themes they wanted to talk about and to explore, because I was really interested in reading those. That’s why I loved open heart so much because it was actually realistic and explored the bad as much as the good. Yes, we all read these books for fun and “to escape”. But that doesn’t mean a book shouldn’t explore hard topics, show the struggles of the hospital life. If it didn’t, it would just be like sunkissed but in a hospital. That’s why scrubs is still one of my favorite shows, because it was funny as much as it was heartbreaking
Like, I respect June for being a Bad Ass Bitch™ who knows what she wants and will do everything in her power to get it but she does NOT want to mess with my mc and/or Ethan, I'll fucking gut her-
