Switch Pitching (Off the Bench #1)

17. Ethan

17

ETHAN

Hold up.

James is making out with me. James is straddling me on the couch, devouring my mouth like he’s starving. And somehow, I’m not completely freaking out.

He’s sober. And he says he wants this.

None of this makes any fucking sense, but it doesn’t have to. My heart is pounding so hard, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted this for far too long.

Thoughts and reason don’t matter right now. I desperately slide my tongue into James’s eager mouth, slowly and deliberately exploring him. My hands slide down his back, roaming around on top of his smooth black sweater. That amazing cologne still lingers on James even though he showered twice today, clinging to his clothes and mixing with remnants of the spicy clubhouse shower gel.

Our kiss slows, becoming softer and more tender. I open my eyes and pull back so I can see him. His eyes are still closed, his lips are slightly parted, and there’s a faint blush on his cheeks that’s showing through his tan.

He’s so damn hot that I think I’m gonna combust.

“James,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “This is crazy.”

His eyes crack open, and he looks at me, eyelids hooded. “Yeah, it is,” he murmurs, a small smile spreading across his lips. “It’s crazy good.”

This is so unreal, and I can’t ignore how horny I am. I just made out with James, and fuck, I need him so bad. My dick is rock-solid, pressing against my jeans and begging for attention.

But I can’t shake the growing, nagging doubt in the back of my mind. This might be too risky, and this might ruin any chance of us staying friends.

James snaps me out of my thoughts by planting quick, gentle kisses along my jaw. Any shred of common sense that I was clinging on to simply evaporates. Just like that, James totally, utterly, completely disarms me.

I’m defenseless against James, who’s now rubbing the back of my head while kissing down my neck. It’s like he knows exactly how to read my body and find everything that makes me weak.

James is driving me wild, and I’m so, so fucked.

A gentle moan escapes me as my head falls back, giving James an opening to move down and mouth the collar of my shirt.

I can’t take it. Moving quickly, I tilt James’s forehead up so our mouths line up and this time, I’m the one kissing him. I dart my tongue through his eager lips, releasing a flood of all my suppressed feelings. There’s no holding back.

James slides up against me, trying to get even closer, and his hard length brushes against my thigh. He releases a surprised gasp and our eyes lock.

“Did that feel good?” I ask unnecessarily.

His face is blank. “Dude, my mind is in a million places right now but damn, I want more of that.”

I shoot James a smile and lean back, giving him the lead. He climbs on top of me and rocks his hips, letting his dick brush over mine through the fabric of our pants, shockwaves of sensation radiating through me with every second of contact. We’re both messily kissing, unbothered by how ridiculous we probably look.

My hands claw at James’s back through his sweater. He’s grabbing my sides, my shoulders, squeezing my ass, touching me everywhere he can get his hands on.

James suddenly shrugs my hands away and leans back. “Seems like this is getting in the way,” he rasps, grabbing the collar of his sweater. In one smooth motion, he swipes it off to reveal his chiseled body. I think I die a little inside at the sight as I drink him in. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but this is different. Before now, I’ve never been this close to the peaks and ridges that are carved into his hard, jacked frame.

“Ethan,” James murmurs. “Bedroom?”

He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I scoop James up off the couch and he latches onto my waist with his legs while his arms wrap around my neck. We keep making out the whole way to my bedroom and it’s a miracle that I don’t fall over or drop him. He sighs through parted lips as I accidentally bump into the wall too many times while stumbling up the stairs, tripping on the carpet, and fumbling for my door handle.

Once we’re in my room, James drops his legs onto the bedframe and spins me around. I fall backward onto the mattress, and I’m greeted by the scorching hot view of James standing over me while smirking down.

Something that I’ve always wanted is to get thrown around during sex, to feel like someone else has control over me. It’s an inconvenient fantasy for someone my height, and nobody’s ever thought to try anything. Until now.

James sinks to his knees to straddle me, his legs pressing firmly into my sides and sending shockwaves throughout my whole body. It’s better than I ever could’ve imagined, and it’s turning me on like crazy.

The waist of my jeans itches as James runs his fingers along it. “Can I take these off?”

My cock makes an excited jump. This has got to be some kind of dream.

Fuck yes. You have no idea how bad I want that.

My breath hitches in anticipation. “Sure, go for it.”

Not waiting any longer, James pulls my pants and underwear down, and my rock-hard erection springs free, pointing straight up at him.

“Let me know what feels good,” he says. “I’ve never done this to another guy before, so I might need some guidance.”

I nod at him, and the doubt in the back of my mind makes another appearance. James has never been with a guy before. I knew that, but it didn’t matter before now.

But once again, James manages to banish all rational thoughts from my brain. He trails his fingertips along my dick, and I smash my eyes shut.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. My head rocks back as James starts jerking me with slow, full strokes while squeezing gently. Sparks of energy tingle down my legs and into my feet. James is using just enough grip in all the right places, plunging my groin into a wave of overwhelming pleasure.

“You like this?” James asks. I grunt because I can’t get any words out.

He takes that as all the encouragement he needs. He leans down and gives my dick a tentative lick from base to tip, smiling up at me as he starts stroking again. This is way too good, and I’m writhing on the bed, completely electrified by the unyielding movement of James’s hands over me. The amount of noise I’m making would almost be embarrassing if I cared, but right now, it’s impossible to notice anything other than?—

Shit.

It’s impossible to notice anything other than the sheer pressure that’s building up in my balls.

My eyes shoot open. This is happening so fast. He isn’t showing any signs of letting up, and?—

James starts fondling my nuts and my hips buck up, my orgasm starting to unwind at the base of my dick. I’ve always been quick to the trigger, but I’m not about to embarrass myself by busting this quickly. No way.

“James.” I struggle to form that one word. “Wait.”

He looks up at me, concerned.

“That was fucking amazing but there’s no way I’m gonna last if you keep going.”

James chuckles, then his eyes prompt me to make the next move.

I peek down at James’s shorts and fixate on the obvious outline of his dick beneath the fabric. Taking my time, I move my hand down and drag my fingers along his shaft, making him shudder.

I’ve wanted this guy for months, even when I actively tried to stop myself. I want to taste him, savor him, and blow his mind. At this point, it’s not just a want, it’s an ache that won’t go away: I need to suck his dick.

“Let me suck you. I’ll make it good.”

“I’m so down.”

With that, I slip my fingers under his waistband and pull.

His dick is beautiful: long and thick and perfectly sized. A drop of precum beads off the tip, begging for me to lick it up. Kneeling down, I dampen my lips and give James a few teasing strokes.

“How do you like your dick sucked?” I ask, trying to get a feel for him.

“Not too hard. Like, be gentle on the head and don’t use too much tongue, but I fucking love being deepthroated.”

Deepthroating it is, then.