Chapter Eighteen
"Lie backon the bed with your hands above your head, Jay."
Hearing Ethan’s voice brought me out of the doze I’d been taking on his bed in the loft. He’d insisted I rest while he made us dinner. I’d been reluctant, but when he spilled some of the eggs on himself and said he was taking a shower, with no invite for me to join him, I took his suggestion and stretched out on the bed.
Now he was standing over me in his cute-as-fuck pink fuzzy bathrobe, looking so intense I never even though about not doing what he asked. He had even turned around fully expecting me to follow his directions. Closing my eyes, I lifted my arms above the pillows and wrapped my hands around the metal bars on his headboard.
The cold bars grounded me in a way. I was nervous, but I was so ready for whatever he had in mind. When I got the nerve to open my eyes and looked back at Ethan, I had to grip the bars in my hands hard enough to hurt so I wouldn't launch off the bed and fall to my knees at his silk and heel covered feet.
"Holy shit, E. Are you trying to kill me?"
All he did was giggle with his hands on his slim hips and stood there, letting my gaze take him in. He had shed his pink robe and become my dream come true. Wearing a bright pink lace corset with black trim and the smallest black lace panties I'd ever seen, I was mesmerized. The panties didn't do much to cover his very sizable bulge, the tip starting to peek out the top. My mouth started to water imagining what he'd taste like.
Framing the panties was a pink and black garter, the color perfectly matching his gorgeous cherry blossom tattoo on full display. The garter was holding lace top black silk stockings, showing off his long, sleek legs ending in some black platform heels. Fuuuuck, he had legs for days that I wanted to lick, hold, and worship. This was a man I would kneel for and love every second I was on my knees.
I wasn’t naked, yet, but I was hard, and at the mercy of this beautiful man. I realized at that moment. I was right where I wanted to be.
Ethan made a production of walking toward the bed, running his hands slowly over his delicious body. When he got close, he turned around, showing me that his panties were actually a lace jock leaving his ass completely bare.
Reaching his hands around, he spread his cheeks, and I was done. Damn. I wanted to bury my face there for the rest of the night—lick, suck, and bite until I couldn't breathe anymore.
"I've waited for months for you to have this ass, Jay. But I'm going to make you beg before you get it." He turned back around and launched himself on the bed, straddling me and rocking, so our cocks rubbed against each other every time he moved over my jeans.
He frowned, then moved over and told me to get undressed. I launched out of bed and got naked in record time. My pants and underwear came down so fast, my cock slapped my stomach, leaving a string of precum on my abs. Ethan laughed and to my delight, continued to order me around.
“Get back up here and let’s get back to business. Lie down, hands on the bars again, Jay.”
I resumed my position, and thank God, Ethan resumed his position on top of me. He had removed those sinful panties, so this time when he straddled me, he was rubbing our naked cocks together with each rock of his hips. Fuck, it was hot. I was so fucking hard I would have normally come just from this, but since he’d taken care of me before, I wasn’t close yet. He was a genius.While he continued to tease me, he started talking.
"Make no mistake, Dr. Eldridge, you might be bigger, older, and stronger than little ole me."
He paused to grip my balls in one of his small smooth hands and gently squeezed until it started to hurt. At the same time, he leaned over me, and his small hard nipples slid above the top of the corset, begging for my mouth to nibble them.
Fuck, this beautiful man is trying to kill me.
He kissed me on my cheek before leaning back again, those nipples still showing and distracting me. Squeezing my balls one more time, he then gripped my naked cock, giving it a little stroke.
"Eyes up here, Jay. Pay attention." I nodded, and he giggled.
"That's perfect. You might be stronger and older, but let's make something very clear before we go any further—who's in charge when we're right here?"
He continued to stroke me, slow and steady, scrambling my brain, pulling me under his spell, and it was everything I never knew I wanted—needed. I had no problem answering him from my heart.
"You're in charge, Ethan. Whatever you want, I'll give you."
Ethan gave me his beautiful smile that I loved so much and nodded.
"That's what I needed to hear, my Jay. Now your lessons can begin."
My cock disappeared into his mouth for the second time today, and for the first time in decades, my mind turned off, and all I could do was feel. Giving up that control, saying it out loud was what I had always wanted and needed.
It didn’t last long enough this time. I nearly whined when Ethan lifted his mouth from me to kiss my belly, licking into my belly button once, then twice. When he kissed my scar, I flinched and tried to get away, but he wouldn’t let me. He had me so in lust, I hadn’t even thought about him seeing it. He didn’t treat it any different from the other places he’d kissed, and I was thankful for it. Damn, I never knew how much I would love that. He didn’t linger, just moved up slowly, rubbing the soft material of the corset against my swollen cock. Every movement was another new sensation, tortuous, and perfect all at the same time.
When he finally got to my left nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth,I had to grip the bars of the headboard not to launch off the bed. I’m pretty sure I did whine this time.
“Oh, Jesus, fuck, Ethan, feels so fucking good.”
Ethan giggled against my skin, and that was my new favorite thing in life. His soft laughter, mixed with his breath on my most sensitive skin. I loved him at that moment.
