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*It?s Complicated**It?s been almost two weeks since we got back from the cabin. Real life has turned out to be a real nightmare. Liza has started a new job, which is turning out to be super stressful so she?s needed a lot of Ethan?s time. Added to that, there?s no getting around it, Jess is being clingy. Honestly, I can?t say I blame her. I?ve been blowing hot and cold for months. The net result of all this, is that Ethan and I haven?t been able to hook up.I?m beside myself. Absolutely beside myself. I?m so horny, I feel like there are ants crawling all over my skin. It?s taking every ounce of my willpower not to snap at Jess, so I?m relieved, if apprehensive, when the girls organize a night out. I?m not sure I want to see Ethan with the girls there, given how pent up I am. At the same time, I?m so desperate to see him I can?t stand the thought of not going.We get to the club and it?s crowded and loud. Jess is wearing the dress she was wearing the night we met. It?s long-sleeved and black and so short it barely covers the curved shelf of her ass. She has her hair pinned to the side, cascading over one shoulder. She looks sensational, but tonight, I don?t even notice the leering male eyes on her, as I scan the room for Ethan.There?s a split second of relief when I find him. There he is. Followed by bodily chaos - heart racing, head pounding, cock raging.We get drinks and try to chat, though it?s a fool?s errand, if ever I?ve seen one, as none of us can hear a word anyone else is saying. Liza wants to dance, and drags Büyükçekmece escort bayan Ethan off. I smile inwardly as I see the sweet way he twists his mouth to the side slightly, as he breaks out his dad-like moves. He?s so fucking cute. I want him. I want to tear his clothes off him. That?s what I want. I want them ripped. Tattered. I want to throw him over the bar and fuck him until he screams.Jesus.Get yourself together!I?m out of control. Far from chilling me out, the drinks are making things worse. Liza has her arms around him and is whispering into his ear. He absentmindedly leans down and grazes his lips against hers. Dark green envy coils around my heart and squeezes tight, suffocating me. I can?t get a good breath, so I head out onto the balcony.Get your shit together, I berate myself, as I lean against the railing, taking slow deep breaths. We are in public. The girls are here. Calm the fuck down!I?m starting to relax slightly when I feel his presence near me. He stands next to me, leaning back against the railing, facing me. I keep my eyes forward on the view of the lights flickering across the city, a stark contrast to the black night sky.?Damn, Irish,? he sighs wistfully, ?why you gotta look like that??I drop my head and breathe in slowly, my hands gripping the railing so hard my knuckles turn white. When I finally flick my eyes up at him, I know what he?ll see. I?m not trying to hide it. I couldn?t even if I wanted to.?Oh, shit.? He murmurs. He Escort Çatalca understands.?I need to fuck.? I whisper through clenched teeth. ?I mean it, Ethan. I need it.?He leans over to me, his shoulder pressing briefly against mine. ?I get it.? He says quietly, ?I get it, okay??-The uber pulls up at my house and we pile out, fumbling with the keys in the door as we stumble inside, barely able to make it to my room, before we are at each other. He told the girls I wasn?t feeling well and that he?d take me home. We don?t have long, he said he?d be back.I?m grabbing his pants, stupidly trying to pull them off without undoing his belt. He?s trying to undress, but my desperate tugging is hindering more than it?s helping. I manage to get my flies undone, before glancing around desperately. I need to use the bathroom.?There?s no time.? He says urgently.?I need more,? I whimper. ?I need to fuck.??Ollie,? he says reasonably, ?you?re too fucked up, okay? You can?t wait. We?ve just got to get the poison out.?He kneels and takes me into his mouth. I want more, but the fight leaves me the second I feel the wet warmth of his mouth. I sigh with relief as my body rushes towards orgasm.But then, there?s a sound at the door. We freeze, hardly daring to breathe. Hoping against hope, it?s just our imagination. But there it is again. It?s unmistakable. Someone?s unlocking the front door. Ethan?s eyes are open wide in fright.?Who the fuck?s that?? He hisses.?Baby, are you okay?? It?s Jess. Fucking Esenler escort Jess! She?s left the club and come home to check up on me. I frantically zip up, struggling to contain my painfully hard cock, as I quickly head down the passage to stall her.?Are you okay?? She asks again. ?You should have let me come with you.??You should go back,? I say tersely, ?I?m not feeling well.?She makes it clear that she?s not going anywhere, so I excuse myself to use the bathroom, glancing into my bedroom furtively, as I walk down the hall. The curtain is billowing out gently in the breeze. He must have ducked out the window.Fuck!!I jerk off quietly in the bathroom, my orgasm comes quickly and is so unsatisfying it?s almost painful. A single thought dominates - When the hell will I see him again??Are you okay, baby?? Jess asks again.I look down at her concerned, caring face, and I honestly just don?t have the strength to lie to her again. I can?t take this anymore. I can?t stand anything getting in the way of me seeing him. Never again. I just can?t take it. So, I sit her down, and tell her that no, I?m not okay. Something has changed and I don?t feel the way I used to. I tell her that what we have, is not what I want anymore. She sits silently next to me, blinking hard before quiet, silvery tears trickle down her cheeks.Oh, man, I feel like shit. ?I just don?t understand.? She says, over and over. I could explain it to her, make her understand. But the truth isn?t mine alone, so all I can manage is, ?I?m sorry.?And truly, I am.She asks to stay the night and after everything I?ve done to her, I can?t deny her. She sleeps in one of my old t-shirts, as I lie stiffly next to her. I don?t know how to comfort a person when I am the very thing that?s hurting them. I sleep badly, woken every now and then by the muffled sounds of her crying.