Chapter 25. Liam #2
He half moans, half growls at that. "You bet I won't. Fuck, you beg so beautifully."
His movements are rough and primal, hitting every sensitive spot.
I moan, body arching to meet him, while he grunts so deliciously, rhythm getting faster.
When I think I’m going to cum in the next damn second, though, he slows for a moment.
I whimper. Then he pulls out, leaving me empty and shivering.
"W-whyy…?" I protest, but he repositions behind me and guides himself back in.
I groan as he enters again, but this time slowly, every inch making me see a different star behind my eyelids.
He holds my hips, pulling me back with every stroke, going all the way in, then all the way out, trying to fucking murder me.
My mind is haze, pain and pleasure, as he takes complete control, and I can only whimper.
"Doing so well for me," he murmurs. "Taking everything I give you."
I can't do anything but nod. His hand reaches around to cup my balls, tugging gently as he thrusts. The pleasure builds and I'm on the fucking edge.
Ethan senses it and pulls out, flips me onto my back on the desk.
He positions himself above me, his cock glistening, and I can see the want in his eyes.
He leans down and kisses me, devouring my mouth again, while he enters me, slowly.
I almost scream. I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him as deep as possible.
He groans, hips thrusting harder. Our bodies move together, every thrust bringing us closer.
"I'm going to cum," I pant. I've never told anyone that before. I want to ask permission, but forming a sentence is beyond me.
"That's it, baby," Ethan groans, pace quickening. "Cum for me."
The sensation builds, intensifies with each thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me as he drives harder.
My legs quiver, body arching toward him, completely and utterly overwhelming.
I cry out, my orgasm washing through me.
I spill everywhere, a fucking mess. My body trembles, every muscle tensing as I ride it out.
But Ethan isn't done. He keeps thrusting, his own climax building, green eyes locked on mine, furious and hungry.
I can see the need, and it fucking kills me that he can look at me like that.
His face twists into pure ecstasy as he thrusts one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he cums. He collapses on top of me, still connected, both of us panting.
"You're mine, you know that?" he whispers, his voice heavy with lust. "I'm sick of you forgetting that."
I open my mouth, but he keeps going. "But it's okay. I'll remind you every time you forget."
Fucking hell.
Slowly, we separate. Ethan helps me up. I lose balance for a second, dizzy, and he holds me against his chest until I can feel my legs. His heart thumps against my ear. I glance down and I’m covered in a mix of our cum and sweat, my shirt so dirty I regret not removing it. Filthy. Delicious.
"Do you do this to all your mentees?" I tease.
"You're the first person I've been with in this place. You drive me nuts," he says, quietly.
"I wanted this since I first saw you," I say. "Took you long enough, motherfucker."
He licks his lips. "Me too. Come on, we'll shower. You can wear one of my shirts while we wash that one."
He goes to a drawer and pulls out a shirt, huge on me. Obviously not mine, everybody is going to fucking notice, but I can't make myself care.
"Why do you keep stuff here?" I ask as we leave the office and head for the bathroom down the hall.
"I put them here yesterday. I planned all of this."
I stop. "You planned this?"
"The spanking, yeah. I didn't know if you'd want the rest. But finding you so eager was a nice surprise."
My cheeks burn. "Hell yeah, I'm crazy about you, you know that already." The words come out easy. "Do you like it when I call you Daddy?"
"Yeah," he says. No hesitation. Not even embarrassed. "I like the power. And I like that it means you trust me to take care of you. Also, it's hot as fuck. Do you like calling me that?"
"Mmm, you bet, Daddy," I say, and his eyes soften, still full of want, and it’s the fucking best expression I've ever seen on his face.
We shower together in a private stall. So different from the communal bathrooms where they have twenty shower heads, everyone looking at you.
"How come there's a private shower here and we have to share with twenty guys in the dorm?" I ask as he soaps my back and massages my shoulders. I let him. I'm sore, and his hands feel incredible.
"Privilege of admin work, I guess," he says, smiling. The hot water is divine, and my dick starts getting hard again. Ethan notices and laughs.
"Don't you ever get tired? Insatiable."
I shrug. "You're delicious."
"Thanks," he says, looking a little embarrassed. So freaking adorable. "I don't hear that much."
"Well, you should," I say, soaping his cock. "You're getting hard yourself."
"Hard to shower with you and play it cool."
"I can help with that," I say, and kneel, staring up at him.
He raises his eyebrows but doesn't stop me. I love looking up at guys from my knees, especially if this guy is a sex God like Ethan. I can’t get enough of his wet abs, the water running down his chest. My mouth drools.
I take his cock in my mouth, slowly, savoring the tip first, getting the length in inch by inch, sucking him.
Ethan moans softly, hands running through my hair, and I feel him throbbing, excitement growing with every stroke.
"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum again," he whispers, voice hoarse. I smile around his cock, knowing I have complete control for the first time. He's always dominant, always in charge. Not now. I want to give him everything I felt earlier.
I bob my head, taking him deeper each time. I gag slightly and notice how it makes him moan. His hips buck against my face, thrusts growing erratic.
"Oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he gasps, voice shaking. I pull back slightly, teasing with just the tip on my tongue.
"Is that what you want? To cum in my mouth?"
He groans, hand gripping the back of my head. "Yes, pet. I want to cum down your throat."
I take him deep, swallowing him whole, moving my mouth along his shaft, licking his head, sucking hard. I’m a professional cock sucker, if I can say so myself. His breath hitches, body tensing. His cock twitches in my mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, pet, just like that," he cries out, hips thrusting as he comes. It spills over my tongue, coating my throat. I swallow all of it.
When he's spent, Ethan pulls me up, eyes glazed. He kisses me gently, fingers tracing my face, tasting himself on my mouth.
"You're my good boy, aren't you?" he whispers.
"I am."
"I am what?"
"I am your good boy, Daddy," I say, cheeks flushing, cock straining again.
"Yes, you are," he says, side smirk, and kisses me. "And you're going to start behaving for me, aren't you? Stop screwing up your own life?"
He sounds concerned, actually concerned. He's not just talking, because Ethan never just randomly says stuff. He means it.
"I'll see about that," I say, smirking into the kiss. He shakes his head.
"Brat," he says and grabs my sore ass. I moan, pain and pleasure mixing. "You're a little masochist, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," I say, shamelessly.
He chuckles, slaps my ass. "Well, here's the deal.
Starting today, you're going to be good.
I know you can, you've done it before. You're going to listen to me.
And especially, stop resenting me for trying to help you.
I know I fucked up how I did it. I know.
But I won't apologize for wanting you alive. "
That lands somewhere deep. I nod against his chest.
"And if you're good," he continues, "maybe I'll reward you. Make you feel like you did today. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," I reply. The submission in my voice surprises even me.
After we finish showering, we dry off and I slip into the oversized shirt he gave me earlier.
It’s so soft and it faintly smells like him.
I feel my mouth watering again, just with that smell.
He’s never going to see this shirt again; I’m going to steal it and sleep with it underneath my pillow like some sort of creep.
I'm so happy to find the cell empty when we get back, because I can't stop smiling as Ethan lies on his bed with his book, like nothing happened.
I go and curl up against him, not even asking this time.
He lets me lie down, puts a possessive arm across my stomach, pulls me close.
My head rests on his chest. He kisses my hair, eyes still on the book. Everything is back to normal.
I think this is the best moment of my existence.