Chapter 19 Ethan
ETHAN
Ilinger outside the door of our room for at least another thirty minutes before slowly creeping it open.
I know I’m a total idiot for waiting that long, especially because Hannah probably saw me out here before she went to bed, but I couldn’t face them. I have no reason to feel that way. Hannah has done nothing but support me, and Dane…well Dane has been annoyingly perfect.
In fact, everything he does is perfect. He’s so similar to Hannah, I find myself jealous of how light hearted everything is around him, when all I seem to cause is more stress.
And his fucking mouth. My cock stirs back to life at the thought and there’s no way that thing should have any functionality after the orgasm they gave me.
Seeing her fall apart as he fingered her while he was on his knees taking the full length of my cock down his throat.
I’ll never forget it. I’ve still scolded myself since the moment I stepped out of the room but I needed to get away because his admission that he was the one on the other side of the glory hole was too much.
I’ve had passing thoughts of the stranger behind the wall, but now knowing it’s someone that I’ve grown to like as well. My emotional well-being couldn’t handle that information.
I tip-toe past the bean bag chairs and kick my shoes off next to my bed. Sliding under the top cover, I freeze when I hear Dane’s voice.
“Hey,” he says with an ease I’m jealous of.
I roll over knowing I can’t avoid him. “Hey.”
There’s a long pause, as if he’s choosing his next words wisely.
I can only see the outline of his face in the dark, so his thoughts and facial expression are a complete mystery.
He’s propped up on his elbow, his hand resting on the side of his face, like he was waiting for me the entire time and had no plans of sleeping until I came back.
“There’s a theme park nearby. I have tickets to it. Want to go tomorrow?” His tone is soft, vulnerable.
This surprises me. That was the last thing I expected him to say. But, being a natural deflector of my bicurious status in the given moment, I’m all for this conversation.
“Hell yeah, that sounds like fun.” There’s an excitement to my tone that surprises even me, and even through the dark space between us I can see Dane grinning and something warm in my chest radiates through my body at the thought that I made him happy.
Dane’s laugh travels through the hallway of the empty hostel yet again as if it’s a reenactment of last night.
Except this time we’re not drunk. We had a couple of beers throughout the day at the theme park—which was by far the most fun I’ve ever had at one—but we’re nowhere near as intoxicated as we were last night.
Hannah tosses the large stuffed animal in Dane’s face then takes just a couple of strides in the direction of the door before he catches up to her and tosses her over his shoulder.
They’ve been playful like this all day long.
I shake my head and smile as I cut in front of them, using my card to open the door and let him walk through with her still draped over his body.
He nods with that goddamn smile of his and I smack her ass as they pass by.
Something about today just made everything easy.
I don’t know if it was what happened last night, which we have all ignored—more than likely because they knew that’s what I was doing—the theme park, or just the fun energy that Dane brings to both of us.
I really have no idea, but it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this at ease.
Dane tosses Hannah down on the bean bag, bringing his hands to her sides and tickles her before he plops down on the bag next to her.
His hair is a mess, as it’s been most of the day.
In and out of a low man bun that I’m quite obsessed with.
His hair doesn’t go past his shoulders so when he pulls it back, a few of the strands fall forward and even though it’s totally unintentional, it’s like he purposely places them there to make him even more sexy.
“I think I need to kiss you.” Dane’s words to Hannah should surprise me, but don’t. I’ve come to learn, he’s just like that. Saying exactly what he wants when he wants it.
Hannah’s face beams in an adorable smile at him before she glances over at me.
Nothing has happened between the three of us today, sexually at least, but I can’t say the thought of watching them together hasn’t crossed my mind.
I can see how much Hannah is drawn to him and I want her to know that all of this isn’t just about me.
Even though it may have started that way with my curiosity.
I want her to feel the same type of pleasure and excitement and, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m dying to see them together.
I take a step back and sit down at the edge of the bottom bunk.
Holding my slightly curved palms in front me, I push forward and sign to her, telling her to go ahead.
Not that she needed my permission or that I’m trying to keep my words secret from Dane, it’s just something we do when we have conversations between us.
Plus, signing words are so much easier than saying them sometimes.
She bites the corner of her lip, turning her gaze back to Dane.
He wastes no time, shifting his weight, pulling her face to his as he presses their lips together, moaning like he’s waited an eternity for it. My cock instantly thickens behind my pants and I can’t help but moan myself.
My eyes devour the two of them, taking in the sight of their tongues dancing together, his hips inching forward to hers as they pull themselves flush against each other.
What started as a kiss, inevitably turns into more. Their hands roam each other's bodies like they can’t get enough of each other, and I can’t keep my eyes off them.
Dane wore these lightweight white cotton joggers. Yes, fucking white.
All day I’ve been able to glance down to see the slight outline of the tip of his cock, but now the full backside of his cock pulls on the center of his pants and there’s no hiding anything.
It’s fully erect, upright, and hard as fuck behind that thin fabric and I want to reach out and stroke it.
Instead, I cover my hand over my mouth, using my fingertips to rub back and forth over my lips attempting to keep my hands busy.
Dane pushes himself off the bag and holds his body over hers, his movements are sensual, yet frantic, as he reaches down and pulls her skirt up to her waist, dipping his fingers into the front of her lace panties.
He begins to stroke over her clit, eliciting those rare sounds she makes as he curses over her mouth.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” Pulling his hand out, he dips his fingers into his mouth and kneels in between her legs.
I have an unobstructed view of her face with his back and ass directly in front of me.
Fuck.
Fuuuuck.
Her mouth forms a large O and her head falls back as he dives in, devouring her cunt with pleased groans.
“Fuck you taste so good,” he says between licking and sucking. “Is your boyfriend touching himself yet?” he asks with a smirk behind his tone. He’s not looking back at me, but his head tips to look at her for an answer.
Her eyes shift past his shoulders landing on me and she shakes her head no.
“Shame,” he says before diving back in.
Digging my fingernails into my palms I clench my fists.
Because I don’t want to touch myself.
I want to touch him.
My chest heaves and my breath becomes heavier at the thought, but I push the anxiety filled sensations aside and fall to my knees behind him.
Moving quickly, I reach around him and yank the front of his joggers down, exposing the full length of his cock. He lets out an audible grunt as I wrap my hand around his base and stroke upward.
His body stammers, matching his stilted moaning. When I tug back, sliding my hand down his shaft, I pull his ass into my groin and rock my hips into him.
Another loud moan reverberates from his chest when I roll my hips, rubbing my own achingly hard cock between the round globes of his cheeks.
“Jesus Christ. Fuck…Please keep doing that,” he says in between breaths before diving back in.
Hannah grabs the sides of his head, holding him down as she rolls her hips. She’s so close and by the way Dane is rutting into my hand like he did to my leg yesterday, I can tell he is, too.
Leaning over his back, I use my free hand to hold his ass against my crotch as I inch my lips closer to his ear.
I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but I want nothing more than to turn him inside out, like he’s done with me.
“Does my girlfriend taste good, Dane?” he hums, answering my question with a small nod, it’s the only amount he’s able to move with Hannah’s tight grasp on his hair.
His cock twitches in my grip and I know he’s getting close. A rush of excitement runs through me knowing my words and touch are getting him there.
I stop my strokes and grip the base, using my fingertips to massage his balls.
“Can you hold out while you make her come?” I knead my fingers deeper as he attempts to nod through another guttural moan.
“Good. Because when you’re done with her, I need you to fuck my face as hard as I fucked yours through that wall. ”
“Oh, fuck…fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut as his muffled words drown in Hannah’s pussy. My words affect her as much as him and her toes begin to curl, fingers dig into his scalp and her entire body tenses through her orgasm.
I can’t help but smirk as he lets out a frustrated groan, attempting to hold back his orgasm.
Hannah comes down off her high as Dane pushes into his palms, bringing his face to hers. He kisses her on the lips and whispers something before he flips over and faces me.
His eyes lock with mine, as he lifts his hips off the floor, pushing his joggers past his ankles. He kicks them off, wrapping his hand around his cock and sucks in a heavy breath.