Chapter 20
E veryone leaves about two hours later. By then, Ryder isn’t as sad as he was before.
I think it has a lot to do with everyone being there for him, Ethan especially.
He told Ryder if he ever needed him or to get away, regardless of if it was before graduation or when we were in college, not to hesitate to call.
I have a feeling their friendship is for life.
Walking them to the door, I give Crystal a lingering hug, promising to call her tomorrow.
Ethan is on me as soon as the door is closed.
He has me pinned against the hard wood, his lips on mine and his body melted against me.
His hands go under my shirt, squeezing and rubbing my flesh while his tongue does delicious things to my mouth.
I hold on to his arms and try to keep up with him, my tongue sloppy and clumsy compared to how expertly his is moving.
Ripping his mouth away, he looks at me with burning eyes and asks, “My room?” I nod and he takes my hand, leading me to the back of the house.
“My parents won’t be back for another hour or so.
They won’t check to see if you’re in the guest room.
Wanna sleep with me tonight?” I nod again and he gives me a big smile.
I climb onto the bed and hold my arms out, spreading my legs so he can get comfortable between them. His eyes flare, probably as surprised by my forwardness as I am. But he has me so hot and wanting that I don’t mind being forward.
Ethan eagerly rips his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. My eyes feast on his chest and abs, taking him in and committing the sight to memory.
He blankets me with his body, lining up his cock with mine. I gasp, and he takes that opportunity to claim my mouth. I grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life while he kisses me breathless.
Moving his mouth from mine, Ethan kisses to my ear, licking the shell of it and taking the lobe into his mouth.
I arch up into him, moaning louder than I intend to.
I’ve never felt anything this good. He grinds against me, our dicks rubbing again, and I curse softly, scratching my nails lightly across Ethan’s back.
He comes back to my mouth and we kiss and kiss and kiss some more. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his mouth.
We break the kiss long enough for me to rip my shirt over my head so it can join Ethan’s.
When he sits back on his heels to look at me, I move my hands to try to cover myself. He stops me, grabbing my hands and says, “You don’t have to hide from me. I love looking at you.” I hesitantly drop my hands and he takes me in. “You’re beautiful, creep.”
Dropping back down, he kisses my neck, biting and sucking at me gently. I can’t stop my moans and groans or stop squirming under him. His lips and tongue hit every spot that makes me shiver.
Making his way down my body, Ethan sucks at my nipples. I gasp and shudder almost violently. He laughs at my reaction, but I’m not even ashamed.
He raises to sit on his heels again, hooking his thumbs in my pants. Before he pulls them down, he looks at me questioningly. I nod eagerly, hoping he’ll give me another hand job. Ethan smiles, then drags my pants down and tosses them to the floor.
When he grabs my dick, I groan low in my throat, thrusting into his hand. I close my eyes and throw my head back, biting my lip to try to keep some of the shameful noises in.
Keeping one hand on my dick, Ethan claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. I can barely keep up because it’s all too much. The pleasure he’s giving me with his tongue and his hand has me close to exploding.
Ethan kisses back down my body, biting at my flesh. When he gets close to my dick, I wiggle and say, “Wait…wait.”
“Why?”
I don’t answer him. I can’t. Not only because his hand around my dick feels good, but because the thought of Ethan sucking my dick is going to make me come ridiculously fast.
When I don’t answer, he goes back to kissing my stomach, down to my base. “Wait…” I grit out again. “You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to.” Ethan looks me in the eyes and says, “Do you really want me to stop?”
I slowly shake my head no.
Without another word, he takes most of my shaft into his mouth. My back bows off the bed, shoving in another inch, making him gag.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” I pant.
He grins at me. “Hold still. I’m not sure if I’ll do it right, so…let me know how it is?”
He sounds really unsure and I want to tell him that no matter what he does, I’ll love it because it’s him. But words are hard and my dick is leaking, so I simply nod.
Taking his time this go round, Ethan slides his mouth slowly down my length, lapping at the underside gently.
“Yesss,” I grit out, loving how warm and wet his mouth feels. My first blowjob and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. The hand that’s on the base of my cock is now moving along my shaft, spreading the wetness of his spit over me.
I know he told me to be still, but I can’t help it. I thrust shallowly into his mouth, my hips moving of their own accord. Ethan hums around me, causing a vibration to roll through the head of my dick and down to my balls.
“Oh, fuck. Ethan. I’m close. You have…have to move,” I warn him, not wanting to blow my load in his mouth.
He pulls back and jerks my dick in sure strokes. On a loud moan, I come hard, the ropes of come landing on my chest and belly.
My body feels light and floaty, how I imagine being drunk would be.
I got my first blowjob from Ethan King.
His fingers rub along my chest, and I open my eyes to see him collecting some of my release and using it for lube.
His hand moves quickly over his shaft, his eyes locked on my softening cock and where my cum is cooling on my chest. When he locks eyes with me, he moves up my body and plunders my mouth roughly while he tugs on his cock in quick, firm strokes.
After a few more tugs, he gasps, and I feel his warm cum on my stomach.
I arch into him, wanting to feel him on me, his weight crushing me, mixing our releases together.
He lowers himself, his mouth moving languidly over mine. I wrap my legs around him, holding him close.
We break the kiss and Ethan moves back so he can look at me.
“Was that okay? Did I do it right?” I’m like a bobblehead from how hard I’m nodding.
“No pointers?” I shake my head. “Good.” He kisses me long and deep again, turning me to mush.
“Come on, let’s get a shower. We can grab your clothes when we get out. ”
As long as I’ve been coming over and spending the night, I’ve never been in Ethan’s bathroom. Since I usually sleep in the guest room, I use that bathroom when I have to shower and what not.
His bathroom is nice and resembles the guest bathroom. Except the huge garden tub looks custom-made.
We shower…after he shoves me against the wall and puts his mouth back on mine. Maybe Ethan feels like I do, never getting tired of kissing me.
Even though we messed around in bed and took a while in the shower, his parents still aren’t home. They sent Ethan a text, letting him know they’re going to be a bit longer, as there was an influx of people who came in on the cold night for a warm place to stay and a hot meal.
After I go to my room and get a pair of underwear, Ethan gives me one of his shirts to put on.
I’m practically swimming in it. I love it.
It smells like lavender and whatever cologne Ethan uses, even though it’s freshly-washed.
Or maybe Ethan’s scent is burrowed into my brain, and everything smells like him.
We climb in the bed, and after Ethan gets comfortable, I tuck into his side, throwing a leg over him. He runs his other hand up and down my back, making me shiver.
Sighing, Ethan tells me, “I want to thank you, creep.”
I look at him curiously. “Thank me for what?”
“You asked me what happened with me and Ryder.” His chest puffs up as he drags in a deep breath.
“I thought he didn’t want to be my friend anymore.
I wasn’t going to say anything, but when you asked me, I realized I missed hanging out with him so I talked to him about it.
I almost lost my best friend because of things he was going through but didn’t know how to express.
So, thank you.” He kisses my forehead. “For pushing me to get my friend back.”
I smile up at him and kiss the underside of his chin. “You’re welcome. Even though I’m sure you two would have figured it out anyway.”
“Maybe.”
“Are you comfortable telling me now why you wanted to be my friend?”
“Yeah. Sure, creep.” Ethan moves me out of his arms and lies down on his side, mirroring my position. “I watched you for a while.” I snort in disbelief. “No, seriously. I would see you looking at me sometimes, but not how everyone else looks at me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, eyebrows knitted together.
“I mean, everyone looks at me for what I can do for them, not who I am.” When I still look confused, he sits up and I sit up with him.
He faces me with his legs crossed, holding my hands in his lap.
“Like, okay, my parents are rich, so people want to be seen with the rich kid. I’m good-looking, so girls want to date me because of that.
I’m a good receiver, so people look at me because I win games.
I’m a good runner, so I can place in State, making the school look good.
People look at me because of what I can do or what I have.
” Ethan threads his fingers through mine, squeezing gently. “You don’t.”
He takes a deep breath and leans forward to kiss me softly, making me sigh and lean into him. “You look at me like I’m…Ethan. Just Ethan. Like if I didn’t do sports and my parents didn’t have money and if I wasn’t good-looking, you’d still see me.”
He’s right. I would. I’ve been drawn to him for a while, and it had nothing to do with his wealth, looks, or athleticism. “You’re right.”
“And…I don’t know,” he says softly. “I felt like we were kindred spirits, or whatever it’s called.” I laugh quietly, making him give me a cute half-grin that makes my breath catch in my chest. “Like we could connect and you’d get me for who I am.”
Since he shared with me, I guess I should share with him.
“I used to watch you.” I pause and say, “That sounds creepy.” Ethan laughs and kisses my hand, waving our hands for me to continue.
“I used to watch you because I felt like you needed someone. Someone to make sure you were okay. To take care of you. It didn’t seem like you were getting that, you know? ”
“I wasn’t. No one really cared enough about me to make sure I was okay. Well, my parents do, but that's not the same. Maybe Ryder, but he had his own shit. Now I know someone cares. Thank you, creep.” Ethan brings me in for a kiss so sweet that I feel my eyes tear up.
He sighs, then lays us back on the bed, my head back on his chest. “And you’re so shy, so vulnerable, I wanted to protect you. I’m sure you don’t need it, but I…want to.” He takes a deep breath. “I’ve been feeling…lost for a while. Like no one got me.”
My heart clenches at his words. I know there wasn’t anything I could do to change the past, but I wish I could. I wish he’d never felt that way. No one as amazing as Ethan should ever feel like he was surrounded by people but couldn’t count on any of them.
He continues, “And I didn’t want them to get me.
My friends at school, if you can call them that, with the exception of Ryder, don’t really care about the real me.
They don’t ask how I am or what I want to do after high school, or anything.
Only you and Ryder knew I had a scholarship for track and field before I told Elle and Mitch.
Most of them think I have a football scholarship, and the rest don’t care one way or another.
Because no one cares. I’ve felt alone for a while.
” I can hear a smile in his voice. “But now, I feel seen. Because you see me."
God, why does he have to be so perfect? If this doesn’t work out, I don’t think I’ll survive the heartbreak.
“I will always see you,” I say. “Because you saw me when no one else did.”
He lifts my chin gently and gives me a soft kiss.
“Good,” he says simply when he pulls back.
Curious, I ask, “Are you okay after…?” I stop talking, cheeks warming. I’m grateful he can’t see my face.
“After I sucked you off?” he asks with a slight chuckle.
Shyly, I nod. “I’m good. I told you when we were in the shower I’ve been thinking about you like that for a while.
I was nervous, sure. Nervous that it wouldn’t be good for you, since I've never done it before, but that’s about it.
I’m definitely okay. I’ll be okay doing everything with you, Koby. ”
I sigh and settle into his arms, happy that I have him, and I get to sleep in his arms tonight.