Chapter 19 Ethan #2
“I hope you meant what you said because that took everything I had to hold back.” He gives himself one long, languid stroke as his eyes flutter and his breath hitches.
“Are you going to stay true to your word?” he asks, his body language pleading as much as his words are.
He inches closer to me, taunting me with both his question and the thinned skin crown of his cock as he twists his hand over the length and squeezes at the tip.
I don’t think. I don’t wait. I just act on pure instinct of everything I’ve wanted from this moment.
Leaning forward, I replace his hand with mine and wrap my lips around the thick crown.
He grunts in pleasure as I take him further into my mouth while pushing him back down to the floor.
His hand slaps the ground, the other lands square on Hannah’s thigh and he grips hard.
She intertwines her fingers with his, then shifts her body closer to us.
The comfort of her nearness blankets me, giving me the confidence I need to keep going.
I push my face further into him, his cock slides over my tongue and taps the back of my throat. The sweet salty mixture invades my senses and I can’t help but groan loving the taste.
I crane my neck further into him, his cock sliding deeper into my throat and the tip of my nose is now flush with his stomach.
I guess I don’t have a gag reflex.
“Oh my god, fuck. Fuck.” Dane grabs the side of my face, gripping my short hair as he pulls my gaze to his.
I look up at him, a smile must pierce my eyes because he huffs out a smile. “Oh, you smug bastard.” I can’t help but cough out around his cock as I attempt to smother a laugh.
Keeping the tip lodged in the back of my throat, I bob up and down, massaging it with the soft tissue of my throat as I suck around his shaft.
I’m loving every bit of this. The taste, his tense body, the way he looks down at me, completely powerless.
His mouth drops, brows pinch, and he thrusts deeper. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” he grits out as the tip of his cock begins to swell. I can feel it start to pulse as he attempts to push me away but I grab his ass pulling him deeper as he comes.
The thick, salty liquid hits the back of my throat and I groan from the unexpected intrusion but continue to suck and swallow, still determined to make him lose all control.
“Oh, Jesus. Goddamn it.” He flops back onto the floor, his hands roam over his chest as if checking to see if his body is still here.
I swallow around his cock once more before trailing my lips over his length and pop off the tip, cleaning him as I go.
His entire body shutters and he crunches forward before falling back down again.
“I’m so pathetic. I don’t think I’ve come that fast since I was a fucking teenager,” he confesses, a hint of shyness behind his playful, satiated tone.
I can’t help but smile as I run the back of my palm over the corner of my mouth and glance over at Hannah. Her gorgeous, normally bright eyes are blown out and her hair is a frazzled mess. Dane’s physical state is similar and I can’t even imagine what I look like.
I plop down beside Hannah, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into me.
The length of my erect cock presses against the small of her back and she reaches back, but I stop her. “I’m good,” I whisper in her ear. Because, I am. “Just let me stay here for a minute.”
I don’t know if I’m hiding behind her but at least I’m not running. I refuse to feel the same kind of guilt I did last night. Plus, this was a top tier sexual experience and I didn’t even come.
She relaxes into me and Dane pops ups onto his elbows as he takes us in.
“I don’t know what that was, but I swear I saw the fucking Milky Way.” I laugh and I can feel Hannah’s body do the same. “That was…wow,” Dane adds, giving me a rare timid smile before standing.
Grabbing his joggers, he steps into one leg and freezes as voices carry from the other side of the door.
His eyes widen as he looks at the door, then back at me, and I glance down at Hannah and I.
We’re both clothed, but her dress is riding well above her waist and the straps of them hang over her shoulders and I have a massive bulge behind the center of my pants that doesn’t feel like it’s going anywhere, any time soon.
All of us look like we’ve been royally fucked, hair completely unkempt and our skin is flushed.
“Shit,” I spit out, pulling Hannah’s dress down as she yanks up her straps. She stands, heading straight for her locker, as if she’s grabbing something and Dane rushes so fast trying to get his foot into the other leg of his pants he topples over onto the floor with a loud thud.
I screw up my face and involuntarily say ouch out loud with a small laugh. He pins me with an overwrought look, as he rolls over and yanks his pants up then reaches under the bed right as the door is opening.
“Found it,” Dane yells, as he scooches back toward the bean bag chair and plops on the one opposite of me, smiling, placing a deck of cards on the table between us.
Two people stand in the threshold of the door and fortunately, they don’t sense anything as they step through the doorway, with a few more people following behind them.
“Hi guys,” a guy with dark skin, long dreads, and a friendly smile says as he shrugs his backpack off his shoulders.
Hannah waves as Dane and I glance over and say, “hey,” at the exact same time.
Dane smiles at our synchronized rhythm and I roll my eyes at him.
Of course, Dane being the extrovert he is, stands holding out his hand and introduces himself.
“I’m Dane—solo traveler,” he clarifies, and it kind of bugs me. He categorized himself outside of our group and it’s the first time he’s separated himself from us.
I hate it.
“That is Hannah and Ethan.” He points in our direction.
“Hi everyone, I’m Trent,” the guy with the dreads replies. He looks at both Hannah and I, then names off all the people in his group, a total of five of them. “We just checked in a day early, luckily they had space! There’s another group of eight in the other room.”
“Wow, big party,” I reply.
“Yeah, this is the first stop for our CGA mission trip,” Trent replies, bouncing with an excited smile.
“CGA?” Dane asks, tilting his head with a slight squint in his eye.
“The Celibacy Group of America.”