Chapter 26 #2
Pumping into me, Ethan leans over me and places open-mouthed kisses on my neck. The sounds that escape my lips surprise even me. He makes me feel so good. Better than I thought sex would ever feel.
When he puts in the second finger, I grip his arms and suck in a breath. He looks at me and stills his fingers. “Pain?”
I shake my head. “No, keep going.” He moves his fingers around, spreading them apart to stretch me.
Ethan kisses down my body, his fingers still moving in and out of me. He swirls his tongue around my belly button, making me giggle a little, but it quickly turns into a moan when he draws the head of my cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Ethan!” I groan, my body shuddering when he starts to suck on me. His fingers in me along with my dick in his mouth feel better than any words I can think of. I look down at him, blown away by how gorgeous he looks with my cock between his lips. “Ethan…you can’t…I’ll come…please.”
He pops off me, still moving his fingers, then lunges back up to my mouth. His sloppy kiss shows his lack of control.
I pull my lips away and tell him, “I’m ready. But…”
His fingers still and he gently slides them out of me. “But what?”
“Can I…can I….” I take a deep breath and steel myself. “Can I get on top?”
I love the smile that stretches his face. “Yeah. You can do whatever you want to me, creep.”
Rolling over, he lays on his back and picks up the condom, rolling it down and adding lube. Then he pulls me over him and brings me down for a kiss.
“You sure?” he asks softly. “I don’t mind taking control if you’re not ready.”
“I’m sure.”
I sit up and hover over his cock. Ethan grabs it and holds himself steady against my hole. I swallow roughly, feeling like he’s thicker now than he was the first time.
Taking a deep breath, I sink onto his length.
Jesus fucking Christ, it hurts. A whimper of pain leaves my lips before I can stop it and Ethan stops me. “Creep?”
“Don’t worry,” I force out. “I’m okay. Just…give me a minute.” He nods and I take a few deep breaths, trying to get myself together.
When the pain fades some, I try again. I take him in little by little, bearing down and relaxing myself, even though my body is screaming for me to tense and stop.
When he’s fully inside me, we both let out groans. Ethan’s eyes are shut tight and his hands are doing this spasm thing, gripping and releasing my hips.
Leaning forward, I put my hands on either side of his head. Then I move. I circle my hips as I raise myself, then lower myself slowly. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. This feels… phenomenal . Better than I thought with how much it hurt when we started.
Ethan moans loudly, his eyes glued to mine. “Shit, baby. Do that again.”
Snickering on a moan of my own, I tell him, “I plan to.”
Swiveling my hips, I move up and down on his cock, feeling it drag against my walls, brushing against my prostate. My movements are slow and deliberate, getting used to this new position.
The grip Ethan has on my hips is bruising and feels so fucking good. He thrusts gently up into me, his hips meeting mine in time with the erotic sound of his moans.
“Come here,” Ethan groans, moving his hands from my hips. He slides them up my back, then pulls me down to him until we’re chest to chest. He moves one hand back down to my hip and holds me tight to him with the other as he pushes up into me while I bear down.
There it is. Hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, hard and demanding. My eyes roll closed and the words fall from my lips. “Oh, fuck. Ethan. Fuck. That’s it. Right there. Oh, God.”
I move faster and so does he. “Baby, I love you. Love you...shit, baby...fuuucckkk...'”
By now, Ethan is fucking up into me with firm, rapid thrusts. I can’t move, as overwhelmed as I am, so I let him take over. His movements become more frantic and out of control. My cock is rubbing against his abs, giving me all the friction I need to get off.
“Ethan, I’m…I’m…” I don’t get the words out before I’m erupting all over our stomachs. My cries are loud and long, but I couldn’t stop them if I tried. My body feels tingly and my breath comes out in hard pants. Ethan hasn’t slowed down, fucking me through my orgasm.
When I’m empty and my moans quiet, he slows down and he grits out. “You okay?”
Nodding, I lay limply in his arms while he moves slowly in and out of me. I shudder as he drags his cock over that magic button inside me. “Are you c-close?”
“Mhm. I wanted you to come first.”
I let out a lazy laugh. “Mission accomplished. Come on, babe. Your turn.”
He rolls us over so he’s on top. With effort, I draw my legs up and around him. “It won’t take long,” he says tightly.
Angling his hips, he wraps his hands around my waist and fucks me. Hard. I howl, those thrusts hitting my prostate at a dangerous angle.
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear it,” he grunts, moving faster in me.
I moan, babbling and groaning through several more hard snaps of his hips until Ethan’s thrusts falter and he shouts his release.
He continues to move inside me, but in gentle, unhurried strokes.
He moans softly and peppers me with gentle kisses along my face and neck, all the while telling me he loves me and how good I made him feel.
The compliments wash over me, seeping into my drowsy mind.
When he starts to soften, Ethan pulls out of me slowly and stretches out beside me. He chuckles, then wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Fuck, creep. What was that?”
I look over at him with sleepy eyes. “What?”
“Where did you learn to move like that?”
“Porn, babe.”
He pauses, an incredulous look on his face, then he laughs deeply. “Well, that’s one way to learn. Too tired for a shower?” I nod. I don’t think I can move. My legs feel all noodly now. “I’ll clean us up.”
Ethan climbs out of bed and walks into his bathroom. He returns with a damp cloth and wipes my chest, stomach, cock, and the lube from my hole.
After he puts the cloth in the hamper, he pulls me out of bed and sets me in the armchair so he can change the sheets. We’ll have to get better at preparing for the mess. We both might feel too tired to get up next time.
Luckily for me, Ethan is quick, and a few minutes later, he’s bundling me into bed. He slides my shorts over my legs, saying “Just in case my parents come in to let us know they’re home.”
When he gets in bed, he pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead and lets out a contented sigh.
“What time is it?” I ask.
He grabs his phone and it reads eleven fifty-eight. “Can you stay up for a few minutes?”
I nod and we cuddle closer together, watching the time change on his phone. When the clock strikes midnight, Ethan pulls me in for a tender kiss with so much love behind it. “Happy New Year, creep.”
Smiling against his lips, I say back, “Happy New Year, babe.”