Chapter 16 #2
I kiss him again and again. Our tongues tangle in gentle but needy caresses, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin that have nothing to do with the British weather.
Ethan carries me inside, holding me up with one arm while he opens the door and kicks off his shoes before carrying me up the stairs.
The entire time, our mouths remain locked.
Fused together with nothing but pure heat and want.
The only time we separate is when he sits me on the edge of the bathroom counter in his en suite.
I take in the gorgeous man in front of me. His chest rises and falls in quick succession. His clothes are dripping, his white shirt now see-through. Every ridge of his muscles is visible, his nipples poke through the fabric, and his shorts do nothing to conceal his erection.
He’s mouth-watering.
Ethan reaches behind the glass screen and turns on the shower, then strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a wet heap on the floor. I move to take off my shirt, but he raises his hand to stop me.
“Let me,” he says.
He takes my hand, guiding me back onto my feet, and starts to slowly remove my t-shirt, pressing soft butterfly kisses over my shoulder and collarbone and up my neck.
My t-shirt joins the pile of wet clothes on the floor as he kneels in front of me.
Slipping my shoes off, he places them to one side before unbuttoning my shorts.
He curves his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down my legs carefully, taking the time to kiss the inside of both knees as he goes.
When I’m down to just my black briefs, he sits back on his haunches and takes me in. His thick cock juts out hard and heavy, precome beading at the tip. I feel the searing heat of his stare as they travel from my feet all the way up my body, taking me in, inch by inch, until our eyes lock.
With any other man, I might have felt self-conscious standing here, completely exposed. But with Ethan? Ethan has this ability to make me feel like I’m the most beautiful man to walk the earth. He boosts my confidence in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.
“You’re so fucking sexy, J.” His tongue licks over his bottom lip, eyeing me like I’m a decadent dessert.
My dick twitches in my briefs, and he smirks.
“I’ve got you.” He leans forward to remove my underwear, gently lifting my leg with a hand on my ankle.
Ethan's hands roam up my legs, ghosting over my calves and curving around the backs of my thighs, stopping just beneath my cheeks. His warm breath ghosts over the head of my cock, and I shiver.
“Let’s get you warmed up,” he says as he looks up at me, smirking.
Standing up, he wraps an arm around me and lifts me off my feet. He carries me into the shower and carefully puts me down. I sigh as the warm water hits my wet skin.
“Oh, that feels so good!” As I turn to put my face under the water, Ethan’s hands glide around to my stomach, and his cock rests against my crease.
“Mmm, it does.” He rolls his hips, sliding his cock between my cheeks.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as I lean back against him, pressing kisses over my pulse before grazing his teeth and sucking on the skin where my neck meets my shoulders.
“Ethan,” I breathe.
He grabs the bottle of shower gel and squeezes some into his hand before gliding it over me, across my arms and chest, and between my legs, giving my hard cock a teasing stroke before moving around to wash between my crease.
Ethan peppers kisses all over my skin as he washes the soap away, and once I’m rinsed clean, he takes my chin in his hand and angles my head toward him. The fire in his gaze sends desire down my spine like a wildfire.
“Can I taste you?” he whispers.
I nod wordlessly.
With a fierce kiss to my mouth, he lets my chin go and drops to his knees.
“Hands on the wall,” he demands.
Shaking, I place my hands on the tiled wall and glance over my shoulder. The sight of him on his knees is one I will never forget. He pulls my cheeks apart, and I catch him as he slides his tongue over his lips before he leans in and flicks the tip over my hole.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, my moan echoing off the bathroom walls. He licks and sucks and eats me like I’m his last meal. His tongue spears in and out of me, moaning and slurping, and I lose my goddamn mind from the rough scrape of his stubble against my heated flesh.
“Ethan! Fuck,” I moan, curling my fingers into the tiles.
His hand connects with my ass cheek in a firm slap as he pulls back, and I whimper at the loss of his mouth and the pleasant sting from his hand.
He steps out of the shower and grabs a condom and some lube from a drawer, returning seconds later with his thick cock sheathed and covered in lube.
“You taste so fucking good, Jacob,” he growls as he moves my head to the side so he can claim my lips again.
“I could eat you every day,” he states before our tongues entwine as his lubed fingers coat my hole.
He lines himself, and I tense slightly as he breaches the ring of muscle, letting out a shaky breath. His hands are on my hips, pulling my cheeks apart, but he's letting me take control. I ease back more, feeling him break past that initial burn, and he groans.
“You look so beautiful. Your hole wrapped around my cock, taking me like such a good boy.”
I moan as he traces my hole with his thumb.
“You’re so fucking hot. You love my cock, don’t you? You love how it fills you up so good. How deep I can fuck you.”
“Yesss!” I nod desperately. “Yes, I love how good your cock makes me feel.”
His thumb continues to trace my stretched hole, and my breath comes out in a shudder.
Once he’s bottomed out and my ass is pressed up against his hips, he leans in and nips my ear.
“I’m gonna let you do the work, baby. Fuck me.
Use me like I’m one of your toys. I wanna see how desperate you are for me. ”
Holy shit. I think I may combust from his words alone. I begin to slowly rock my hips, easing off him a few inches before rolling back and taking him in deep. His hands are resting loosely on my hips, keeping me steady while his words make me go wild.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it, back up on me. Take all of my cock. Good boy, you take me so well.”
I moan, arching my back. The angle causes him to hit my prostate with every glide of my hips. I drop one of my hands from the wall to stroke myself, then freeze as Ethan’s hand smooths over the curve of my spine and wraps around the front of my throat.
Those things I didn’t know I would enjoy before Ethan? Add hand necklaces to the list, because there’s nothing I enjoy more than Ethan’s hand around my throat while his cock is buried so deep inside me.
“Don’t touch yourself. I’ll tell you when you can come. Your come is mine, and I’ll be the one to decide when I want it.”
His tone is commanding, and I’m barely holding on. My eyes roll as I bounce back on his cock in fast and shallow thrusts, moaning his name. His labored breaths in my ears send shivers down my spine.
I’m so close.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yeah. Ride me, just like that. Milk my cock and make me see heaven, Jacob.”
I can’t take it anymore.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” I gasp .
He nips my ear with his teeth, his hand reaching around to fist my cock as he growls, “Come for me, baby.”
My toes curl into the shower floor as my release hits. My body shudders, convulsing as ropes of come hit the tiles, and within seconds, Ethan roars as I feel the searing heat of his orgasm through the condom.
Tingles rush through my veins, my legs turning into jell-o from coming that hard. I slump against Ethan, and he hugs me close to him, holding me up.
I’m aware of him washing away the lube from between my cheeks and turning off the shower. I’m aware of how he carries me out of the shower and wraps me in a towel.
I’m also aware of how hard my heart is pounding for this man and how much it’s going to hurt when this is over.