Chapter 18 - LEO #2
I line up his cock with my hole and slowly sit down, swallowing every inch of him up.
Our combined moans are low and needy. He holds onto my hips, guiding the movement back and forth.
Everytime my hips roll forward he hits that spot inside of me that causes my tiptoes to tingle.
His fingers dig into my skin, pushing me harder, increasing the pace.
When he is satisfied with the rhythm, his hands move around to my ass cheeks and grip them hard.
My head falls back on a groan, lapping up the attention and sensations that are destroying my body. It’s pure ecstasy.
Lost in the feeling, I’m taken by surprise when his teeth latch onto my left nipple, the sting sends electric currents through my body, making my dick harder than it’s ever been.
He teases me for what feels like hours, alternating between nipples, sucking on my neck, kissing and licking any part of my chest he can reach while fucking that part of my ass that is pushing me to heights I can’t describe.
It builds and builds in my belly, the feeling of fullness, the desperation to cum at an all time high.
“Gonna make you cum from my cock, now bounce on it,” he moans as I follow his instruction. I change my movement from rolling hips to bouncing up and down on his dick which is like lightening in my ass. Holy shit, he’s gonna make me cum from my ass alone.
“Oh god,” I groan loudly, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as I slam myself up and down on his cock.
It feels like I’m going to split open as I chase the orgasm that builds rapidly in my balls.
Everytime I push down, his cock pressses harder and harder onto the magical spot in my ass and I can’s stop.
“That’s it, cum on my dick. Show me who this ass belongs to,” he pants and it only encourages me more. Sweat covers my back and forehead. I close my eyes, dizzy from exertion, my head thrown back as I reach out looking for the final hit that will make me explode.
“I’m gonna cum, shit,” I whimper, body trembling as the most earth shattering orgasm engulfs my body.
Ethan shouts beneath me as his cum fills me, which triggers me to blow, long and hard.
Spurts of cum ooze out of me covering Ethan’s chest and it doesn’t stop.
My legs cramp and body spasms prevent me from moving as I allow my body to enjoy the ride.
Holy shit that was awesome.
I genuinely feel like I’ve been in the gym for twenty-four hours with how every muscle hurts.
My ass is tender and wet. Occasional leaks of cum leave my ass when I move and a part of me loves that.
I feel dirty and claimed, but it also comes with guilt, the idea of returning home to my wife with another man’s cum sloshing around in my pants. Nice.
But that’s the truth of it all. This was a transaction, and a hell of a learning curve when it comes to opening the doors of my sexuality, which appears to be more fluid than I first thought.
I stand up out of the bed, noticing Ethan’s side is cold, so he must’ve been up for a while.
I’m shocked he has let me sleep in. I look at my phone and see no messages from Sarah, but notice it’s nine-am, and I decide it’s time to leave.
I won’t shower, I’ll just grab my stuff and run off home.
The less time I spend here the better as I just know this is gonna be awkward as fuck.
And I don’t even want to think about seeing him at work, but at least that won’t be for long as now I can quit.
I use his en-suite to wash my face, rub some toothpaste with my finger over my teeth so I don’t have dog breath, and try to make myself look like I haven’t had sex. Not that I know what that’s supposed to look like.
As I walk out into the kitchen, I see Ethan sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone while drinking coffee.
I take a moment to watch him. He is wearing sports shorts and no top.
His hair is neat and it doesn’t feel weird to admit that he looks so handsome.
The kind of guy everyone dreams of taking home.
He actually looks normal when he’s quiet and unaware of you watching.
“I know you’re watching me, Leo.” I roll my eyes at the arrogant asshole.
“Fuck off, Ethan, I was contemplating whether to just leave or say goodbye. I’m not sure what to do.”
He turns to face me and places his coffee and phone on the kitchen counter.
“Thank you for being honest,” he says back to the robotic voice, like he is processing language choices from his computer brain. “The money has been transferred.”
“Oh. Great. Thanks.”
Yep. This is awkward, but only for me. Ethan doesn’t look bothered at all.
“We will have to arrange for next time,” he says before turning back to his phone and coffee. What did he just say?
“Next time? Errr Ethan, this was for one night,” I say. He turns his head toward me and smirks.
“I don’t think so. You know your way out,” he says, and just like that I’m dismissed.
I take advantage of his dismissal, but his final words don’t leave me as I step inside the elevator. In fact, they’re all I can think about on the way home.
As I walk inside my apartment, Sarah is seated on the sofa, drinking a coffee, waiting for me. She smiles in greeting and looks pretty relaxed for someone whose husband just went out for the night to sell his body.
“Hey, how was it?” she says, and I again feel awkward. If it wasn’t for the sting in my ass I may be able to pretend last night was a dream to avoid the shame.
“Err, it was fine, but I’d prefer not to talk about it and just forget it ever happened, if that’s okay?
” I say, not wanting to share anything from last night.
I think it’s best just being left where it is, and I can’t lie for shit.
If I say it was awful, I don’t want her to see the lie on my face. I just want to move on.
She walks over to me and I expect a hug, but she just gently rubs my arm and softly smiles.
“Of course. Why don’t you go shower and I’ll go out and get some breakfast. I checked the account, it’s all paid. We’re gonna be debt free, Leo,” she says, grinning before grabbing her jacket and leaving.
Her reaction is not what I expected, but it was very clear, she didn’t care about the act. She just wanted the money.
As I take a brief hot shower, I wash off every single touch and smell from last night, hoping that it will cleanse me.
Hoping that everything will just go straight back to normal.
The bathroom fills with steam as I increase the water temperature, wishing for it to erase every trace of Ethan from my skin as I scrub harder, for the heat to melt him from my mind.
But with each stroke of soap as I clean myself, it only reignites the sensations my body has memorized from him, programmed into my flesh so I re-live every second.
How the fuck do I even begin to move on with my life?