Chapter 20
JETT
Before we head inside the frat house, we clean up as best we can.
I use my shirt to wipe off my face, but it’s a mess, and everyone will be able to see exactly what we’ve been up to.
For once, I don’t care. Ethan runs a hand through my hair, and I don’t think he’s trying to fix it because he’s too busy massaging my scalp.
I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, but the man is incredibly tactile, and he’s always touching me.
“You ready?” I ask him.
Ethan nods and takes hold of my hand, interlocking our fingers tightly. I more than like it, but I remind myself that it’s temporary. He’s affectionate now because we’re fucking. That’s all.
We step into the house, and I can hear the voices of my friends and laughter from the kitchen. I think back to the night of the soccer game when we were all gathered here, and when I glance at Ethan, his smile tells me he’s thinking the same.
“I’m getting used to the short hair,” he remarks. “Think I should keep it?”
“Only if you want to.”
“I kind of miss the shaggy mess.”
“You’re stunning either way.”
“Stunning?” Ethan pauses. “Sugar, are you saying you think I’m hot?”
“Do you need me to be more specific?” I quip.
“I prefer show over tell.”
“Then show me to your bedroom.”
He tugs my hand, and I follow him through the living room. Only, we pass by the stairs to the second floor…
“Um, where are we going?” I whisper.
He steers me to the kitchen. Archie and Hudson are standing on one side of the kitchen island, Reese and Marshall on the other. They’re all doing shots.
“Hey, guys,” Ethan calls out.
They turn to look at us and start laughing.
“What?” I ask.
“Is wrestling now your sport?” Hudson quips.
I look down and realize that my jeans have grass stains—and cum stains too—my shirt is rumpled and sticky, and my boots are dirty.
Ethan, on the other hand, looks perfect.
If it weren’t for the huge grin on his face and the fact that his lips are swollen, you’d never know anything was up.
Fortunately, I’m too relaxed to care what anyone thinks.
Besides, I have only myself to blame; I was the one who dared him and then voluntarily got on my knees.
“Jett and I have studying to do, a lot of it,” Ethan explains with a wide grin. “You guys have a good night.”
“Night?” Marshall chuckles. “It’s only afternoon.”
I feel rude for leaving my friends like this, and for a moment I’m flooded with guilt.
Archie, who knows me so well, motions with his hand. “Go on, you two. Have fun.”
Reese stares at me.
“I’ll see you next week?”
“Definitely. Maybe we can get the crews together for a party?”
“Open house every night,” Ethan adds. “Consider this U Conn’s invite.”
“Thanks,” Reese replies with a nod. “I look forward to it.”
“See you then.”
Ethan tugs my hand, and we make our way back through the house and up the stairs to the second floor. The house is quiet, but it’s Sunday, so most of his frat brothers are probably studying and getting ready for the week ahead.
“Mine is the last one on the right.”
We head down the hallway, and when he opens the door, I’m not surprised at how big the space is.
It’s triple the size of my dorm room and has a large window that looks out over the back yard.
There’s a queen-sized bed covered in a thick navy duvet, two comfy lounge chairs in the opposite corner, and a desk that’s littered with papers and books piled high.
The walls are covered in all kinds of hockey paraphernalia, including posters and pictures.
Numerous trophies sit on the dresser as well as pictures of what I assume is Ethan’s family, or at least, his siblings. I don’t see any of his parents.
Suddenly I’m nervous as hell. Being in his room feels… intimate. Personal.
Then I remember that this is Ethan, and I glance at the bed again. He’s probably had dozens of partners in here. My stomach flips over when reality hits. It shouldn’t bother me that I’m another notch on his belt, but it does.
“It’s kind of chaotic, like me, but it’s home. For now.”
“I like it.” I force myself to speak. “And after a dorm bed, yours looks like a luxury.”
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
He walks over to the desk, and it’s only then that I notice the small fridge hidden underneath.
“I’ve got Gatorade and water. And a couple of meatball subs.”
“Subs?”
“I always have food on hand. Real food, not snacks. Hockey players eat by volume.”
“I’ll split a sub. And a Gatorade, I need the electrolytes,” I reply. “But I’d like to get out of these dirty clothes first.”
Ethan pauses and turns to face me again. The heated look in his eyes tells me we won’t be refuelling until later. Much, much later.
“I can help you with that.”
“I think I can manage,” I chuckle.
Ethan shakes his head and crooks his finger at me.
“My room, my rules. Come here, Sugar.”
I bend over and take off my boots first, then stalk up to him.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask.
Ethan grins.
“At first, I did it to get your attention. Well, to bug you and to get your attention, but now—”
“Yes?”
“I’d say it’s because you have the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.”
I blush like I’ve never had a compliment before.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms.
His eyes roam over my face, like he’s memorizing every detail.
“I’m here.”
“Overnight.”
“Oh.”
“I said I did, didn’t I?”
“I thought that was heat of the moment talk.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s the truth. But you should also know—” He pauses and offers a brief, almost bashful smile. “I don’t ever ask anyone to stay. Ever.”
I swallow hard as my heart takes off running.
“Alright.”
“I don’t know what this is exactly, but you’re not like the others. I need you to know that.”
I don’t think he’s giving me a line. My chest tightens, and I lick my sore lips.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m going to fuck you and tell you to leave.”
I bite back a grin. I shouldn’t be charmed by his admission, but it’s way too fucking late.
“Feed me, fuck me, and—” I pause and kiss him. “Don’t hog the covers.”
Ethan’s bark of laughter eases my nerves.
When he pulls at my shirt, however, a different kind of tension unleashes between us.
Suddenly we’re desperate, yanking our clothes off in record time, until finally, we’re both naked.
It’s the first time, outside of that shower, that we’re skin to skin, head to toe, without any need to rush.
He rubs his hands down my back and over my ass, massaging the tense muscles, both of us breathing hard.
“Want you,” he whispers before taking my lips. “Need you so fucking badly.”
“I need you too.”
He backs me up until my legs hit the edge of the mattress, and then I’m sprawled out over his comfy bed. I spread my legs, and he kneels in front of me, running his big warm hands up my thighs.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he growls. “And all mine.”
He bends forward and licks a path up my inner thigh. He’s not rushing. Instead, Ethan takes his time, kissing and nipping my skin, teasing me, torturing me. This isn’t the fast, hard fuck I’d imagined. His movements are slow, sensual, and driving me out of my mind.
“Love how you smell, how you taste,” He moans as he works his way up my body, nuzzling my crotch. “Especially here. It’s so fucking good, Jett.”
“Ethan.”
He leans back and slides his hands under my ass. His expression is intense, and his face is flushed.
“Grab your knees. Show me your tight little hole.”
I do as I’m told, because this is sexy, bossy Ethan, and I’m helpless to resist. I take hold of my knees and pull them up as high as I can. This has me feeling exposed but in the best way.
Ethan leans in again, lowering his head, and my breath catches.
“You don’t have to—”
“I need to.”
The first flick of Ethan’s hot tongue over my hole is everything. My cock jerks and fills so fast that it’s a good thing I’m lying down.
“Oh fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“Don’t stop.”
Ethan’s laugh is wicked, and his hot breath teases my skin. His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, while he licks a path over my hole and my taint, then back again. He circles my hole and then pushes the tip of his tongue inside me.
Ethan lets out a feral growl and buries his face in my ass, fucking and sucking me with his lips and tongue, every hot stroke bringing me closer to climax.
I can’t help but writhe and push my ass into his face, frantic for more.
My cock leans hard and heavy against my belly, the head red, precum painting my abs.
“Jett.”
I look down my body and realize he’s stopped and is staring back at me.
He rears up and leans forward, his hard cock brushing mine.
We’re face-to-face now, his body a heavy weight on mine, his skin hot and slick.
Ethan has a smattering of hair on his chest and down his treasure trail, and when he rubs against me, God, he feels amazing.
I let go of my knees and reach for his ass as we hump each other, rutting together, the bed frame squeaking underneath us.
“More,” he whispers and pushes his ass back. “Rub my hole.”
“What?”
“Slide your talented fingers over my asshole, Sugar.”
“You want that?”
He looks down at me with that cocky smile.
“I told you; I like playing with my ass. I’ll like it even more when you do it.”
Ethan is full of surprises. I slip my fingers down his crease, and when I slide over his hole, he shudders and kisses me so passionately I can’t breathe.
“Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”
I rub his hole, his taint.
“More, Jett, more.”
“Lube?” I whisper.
He grunts and releases me to reach for his nightstand. When he pulls out a tube of lube and throws it on the bed, I grab it and slick up my hand. And then he’s on me again, kissing me furiously.
“Get your finger in my ass.”
The hoarse demand has me reaching down, sliding a slick finger between his ass cheeks and over his hole. I tap it gently, then push the tip inside.
“Yes, fuck yes. Love that.”
He closes his eyes and shudders.