Chapter 10 Jake #2
I rolled my eyes at him. “No. Lesson first.” And I didn’t make it easy on him, despite the fact that this was my fifth class of the day.
Only two of the earlier ones had given me much of a workout, and Ethan needed to be pushed.
The guy in the video I’d seen, the one where he got knocked around, he was rangy but close to my height.
Working his ass off with me now would mean not getting it kicked later.
Carson and Beth were gone by the time we closed up, and with cleaning and the drive, we didn’t get back to my place until almost nine.
“You must be starving,” I said as I opened the door to my place.
I toed my shoes off on the mat by the door, and Ethan followed suit, looking around with wide-eyed interest. My apartment was…
comfortable, but not that nice. “Shrimp scampi okay with you?”
His hand on my waist turned me around, and a second later he was pressed against me, almost hard enough to make me take a step back. “Mind if we start with an appetizer?” Ethan asked with a grin.
“Fuck no,” I breathed, insanely thankful that I’d showered off at the gym.
“Good.” He tilted his head up and kissed me, hard, almost desperately, as if he really was hungry for me.
It set me on fire; in less than ten seconds I’d hauled him into my living room, sat down on the couch, and tugged him into my lap like he weighed nothing, all while keeping the kiss going.
Ethan didn’t mind, judging from the way his dick was pressing into my abs.
When I tightened my grip on him, he moaned into my mouth.
“You like that?” I asked, enjoying the way he squirmed as I walked one hand down his back and to his ass. I squeezed, and he moaned again.
“Yeah… ” He was almost writhing in my lap, and that was distracting, so I clamped my arms around his waist and pulled him in tight against me. My shorts were loose enough that it was easy for him to feel me, and when I rubbed our dicks together he convulsed. “Fuck, do that again.”
“You like it?”
He laughed breathlessly. “Can’t you tell?”
“Mm, I’m a little slow to catch on sometimes,” I said, rolling my hips up so I could grind against him.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed his eyes shut.
“You have to tell me what you like.” I’d gotten into the habit of asking the women I dated what they liked during sex, so that I could make sure it was good for them.
I wanted to do the same thing for Ethan.
“I think I’d like everything with you,” he said.
That sounded a little more honest than I knew what to do with. I took the easy way out. “You want me to touch you?”
“Yesss… ”
I kept his chest locked against mine as I slid my hand down his tight stomach and under the waistband of his shorts.
His cock was hot, wet at the tip and already pulsing in my grip.
The way he reacted, leaning in for a slick kiss even as he groaned and thrust up into my hand, was almost enough to make me come.
It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, even longer since I’d been with a man, and this wasn’t anyone. This was Ethan.
“Are you close?” I asked when he finally pulled back for air.
“Mmm… ”
I’d take that whimper as a yes. “Do you want to come?”
“You know I do,” he gasped.
“Like this, or in my mouth?”
“Oh, fuck—” Ethan came before I could say anything else, rigid with pleasure as he made a mess of my hand. And his stomach. And my stomach, holy shit he really needed to come.
So did I, but before I could touch myself Ethan shivered, kissed me, then slid down until his knees hit the floor. He settled in between my legs and gave me a look that should have been fucking illegal. “Can I blow you?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. “Yeah,” I managed, and got my clothes out of the way just in time for him to sink his lips down over the head of my dick.
They were red and wet from kissing, and he was so eager that he didn’t slow down, kept on going until I touched the back of his throat.
It would have been too much, too soon if I wasn’t amped to hell and back, but as it was I knew I wasn’t going to last. “Ethan—”
He hummed, sounding so fucking pleased with himself, and that was it.
I held the back of his head while I shot into his mouth, not enough to choke him but enough to hold him just where I wanted him.
I’d never have done this to someone else, but I knew Ethan was strong enough to pull back if he didn’t like it, and damn did he seem to like it.
I wondered how he’d feel about me fucking his face.
I wondered if I was ever going to be able to get up off this couch again.
I had enough presence of mind to help him up off his knees and back on top of me.
I held him loosely now, so that he could pull away at any time.
I tried to be so, so conscious of my strength when I was with someone, even with my hookups—maybe especially with them—but tonight, with Ethan, was maybe the closest I’d ever come to being able to relax during sex.
Maybe if we’d taken the time to talk about what we were doing before diving right in, we could have relaxed a bit more. But screw it; I’d wanted him, he’d wanted me, and we’d had fun.
We… had had fun, right? “You okay?” I asked him.
Ethan nuzzled the side of my neck. “Holy shit, yes.”
“Oh, good.”
He pulled back far enough to look me in the eyes. “Were you actually nervous about that?” he asked, a bit incredulously.
“I mean… maybe?”
“I had an amazing time. In fact, I’d like to—” His stomach interrupted rather noisily, and he put his head back down with a groan of embarrassment.
“How about dinner?” I asked. “You can grab a quick shower and it’ll be ready by the time you come out.”
“Dinner would be great, yeah.”
Good. I could do that. I could give him that. “The shower’s just down the hall to the right.”
“You could join me,” Ethan offered, still red in the face but honest. I had to admire how he always asked for what he wanted.
“Maybe next time.” Right now, we needed food.
Next time, we’d see.