Chapter 18
“ W hat was your run time?” I ask when we’re settled and on the way home.
“Twenty point fifty-four,” he says proudly.
I grab his hand. “Ethan! That’s close to breaking your school record! How excited are you? Oh my God! You’ll break it by the end of this season. And the outdoor record! I’m so excited for you!”
I’m babbling and I know it, but I am excited for him. He’s been working so hard to reach his goal.
His eyes land on me, and they’re bright and shining. He blinks quickly, then faces the road again. “Creep, it’s like with every conversation we have, you come more and more out of your shell. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you that animated before.”
My face flames and I squirm in my seat. He’s not wrong. But I’m trying to do better when it comes to him.
“I’m just happy for you. Can’t I be happy for my boyfriend?” My voice sounds breathy and high-pitched when I use that title.
He laughs and grabs my hand, kissing my fingers.
“You definitely can. I like it. And to answer your question, I’m very excited.
But sad too.” He gives me a drawn look. “Coach wants me to stay for an extra hour after practice to get my time down. Maybe not the whole hour, but long enough to get extra drills done.”
I deflate a little. I’m slightly put out because I love spending time with him, but I won’t complain. His dream is to break records so he can show his college what he has to offer. I won’t stand in the way of that because I like being around him.
Straightening my shoulders, I say, “That sucks, but I’ll be fine. You can always come get me if you’re not too tired after practice.”
“I’ll never be too tired to see you, creep.”
I smile at him and squeeze his hand. The rest of the ride is spent in silence, but a very comfortable one. I’m still vibrating with excitement for him. He’ll have broken a few records by the time we head to USC. I can’t wait to see his progress.
Pulling up to his house, he leans back in his seat when he turns the car off. I turn to look at him, concerned. “You okay?” I ask.
“I’m good. Just tired. I need a shower and bed. Want to hang in my room or the theater room?”
Rolling my eyes, I grab my bag from the back and tell him, “Your room is fine. That way if you fall asleep, you’ll be comfortable.”
He nods and we get out, heading inside. I take a cue from him and decide to take a shower as well. Even though we didn’t stay at the party for too long, I still have beer on me from when one of our cups spilled. I grab my things and walk into his apartment-sized guest bathroom.
I start the water, waiting outside the stall for it to heat. While I wait, I undress, looking at myself in the mirror. It looks like I’ve gained some weight, having had regular meals and snacks here at Ethan’s. I’m still thin, but I can tell I filled out some.
Before I can step in the shower, there’s a knock at the bathroom door. Frowning slightly, I wrap my towel around my waist and go to open the door. I see Ethan is dressed similarly, his hand grasping his towel. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
I’m not sure if he’s asking what I think he is, but I go with it. Taking a step back, I open the door wider, stepping to the side so he can come in. He exhales roughly, the tension leaving his body as he steps inside.
I shut the door, wringing my hands in front of me. “Did you …” I stop to swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Did you need something or … want to get in with me?”
A month ago, I never would have asked that question. I probably wouldn’t have opened the door with just my towel on or invited him inside either.
Swallowing thickly, Ethan says, “Can I … shower with you?”
Fuck, he’s just as nervous as I am. Strangely, that makes me feel better. If he were cocky or too self-assured, I think I would have felt intimidated. Knowing he’s as out of his element as I am puts us on equal footing.
Nodding, I walk over to the shower, let out a deep breath and drop my towel. I don’t turn to face him as I open the door and step inside, standing under the spray. My heart is hammering in my chest as I wait for Ethan to join me. I’m not sure what will happen next, what to expect.
The shower door opens and the cool air hits my heated skin as it swirls around the space. When the door shuts, Ethan walks up behind me, wrapping an arm around my chest and pulling me against him. I gasp as I feel his thick cock against my back.
Fuck, he feels so big. A lot bigger than I thought it would be. Not only long, but girthy as shit. I dimly wonder how, if we got there—and it seems like a real possibility—how his dick will fit inside me. Nothing bigger than two fingers has been in me before. Two of my fingers.
My fingers aren’t very big.
Ethan kisses my neck gently, his lips barely ghosting over my skin. I moan, pushing back into him as he teases me with his pillow-soft lips.
“Is this okay?” he asks, one his hands drifting up and down my belly.
I nod quickly, draping a hand around the back of his neck, telling him without words that I want more of his lips on me.
Chuckling, Ethan goes back to kissing along my neck, his hand drifting lower and lower. My cock juts out from my body, begging Ethan to wrap his hand around it. My mouth isn’t able to form the words, but I’m hoping he understands what I want.
After teasing me, brushing just over the thatch of curls surrounding my cock and drifting down to my thigh, Ethan finally glides his hand up my shaft, pumping me off gently.
Yes. This is exactly what I want. I want so much more, but his hand on me feels fucking phenomenal.
“Ethan…” I whimper.
“Want me to stop?” he murmurs against my neck.
“Please don’t,” I whisper back, barely able to form words while he touches and kisses me like he is.
Holy fuck, it feels better than I could have ever imagined.
I can’t think, my brain unable to comprehend the pleasure I’m feeling right now.
My cock is rock hard, leaking precum as Ethan jerks me at a maddeningly slow pace.
I can feel my orgasm rising higher, stronger than any release I could give myself.
Ethan rolls his hips into me, his dick pressing against my back. He’s hot and hard, the thick shaft of him pushing into my skin, adding to my pleasure.
Ethan licks up to my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking gently.
I hiss, pushing my hips harder into his hand.
“I’ve been thinking about you like this for a long time,” he whispers.
“You feel good against me, creep. So good.” His tongue assaults my neck again and I whimper, wondering how I got so lucky.
He jerks my dick in firm, sure strokes, kissing more of my neck when I toss my head back to lean against his shoulder.
I bite my bottom lip, trying to keep the moans in, but that doesn’t help.
When he does this twist thing with his hand, I groan embarrassingly loud.
So loud that it rebounds off the walls, bouncing around the space over and over.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my neck, moving his hand faster. “That feel good?” I nod as best I can, not trying to keep the noises in anymore. I don’t know why I even wanted to.
He does that twist thing with his hand again and I feel my balls draw up to my body.
“Oh, Ethan. I’m gonna…gonna come. Oh…”
My body shudders as I orgasm, hot ropes of my come spurting from me, landing all over his hand and on the shower floor. While I’m coming, Ethan talks me through it, telling me how good I did for him, and how hot I am.
I sag against his body and he lets my dick go when I wince from oversensitivity.
He turns my chin around so I can kiss him. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but I don’t care, so long as his lips are on me.
When I get strength back in my legs, I twist around in his arms and put my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.
I feel his hard dick brushing against me and I shakily reach down and grab him. I moan at the feel of him.
He jerks and groans into the kiss, pushing into my hand. I stroke him up and down, loving the feel of his dick in my hand.
After only a moment’s hesitation, I lower myself to my knees, not letting go of his dick when I get into position.
Opening my mouth, I carefully lick around the head of his length and I hear him hiss. I open more and take him in, sucking on the fat mushroom head.
Closing my eyes, I bob my head up and down, getting him wet with my spit to make the slide easier. I take as much of him in as I can with each pull, his thickness stretching my lips to their limits.
I’ve only done this once, but I do what I think feels good, what I’d want someone to do to me.
I must be doing something right, because Ethan is groaning and cursing, softly thrusting into my mouth.
"God, that feels good. Fuck. So good. I’m close. I’m close…” I suck him faster and use my hand to jerk him at the same time.
After a few more thrusts into my mouth, Ethan pulls his cock free from my lips. He jerks himself, shouting a curse as he shoots come onto my chest and his hand.
Dropping down to the shower floor in front of me, Ethan pulls me in for a lingering kiss that I feel down to my toes.
After he’s kissed me breathless, he pulls away and puts his forehead to mine. He swallows roughly, then reaches blindly for my washcloth. He uses it to wipe his release from my skin. “I’m sorry about that.”
I chuckle softly, then shake my head. Then I gasp. “Shit, Ethan. Where are your parents?”
I knew there was a reason I tried to keep quiet. But with how wonderful his hand felt around me, I found it hard to focus on anything other than how he was touching me.
His mouth tilted up in a cute half smile, he says, “A work retreat for my dad. They’ll be back Sunday night. We’re good.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. I really respect his parents and don’t want them to hear us getting off.