Taking the hand from around my throat into my two hands, I began to bathe his calloused fingers with slow licks, drawing them one by one into my mouth and sucking on them. Ethan stiffened beneath me, inhaling a sharp breath at my suggestive teasing. Taking that to mean my game wasworking, I swirled my hot, wet tongue up and down his skin in long, languid strokes, fantasizing it was his shaft as I worked.
Leaning back in his chair, Ethan spread his legs so that his cock had room to grow. The hand around my waist travelled up to my breasts where he began to grope and squeeze the heavy globes. His right hand left my throat and began to play against my lips, which gave me better access to him.
As soon as one of his fingers grazed my mouth, I opened wide and sucked one in. Bobbing my head up and down on the thick digit, I let out the softest moan while I ground against the raging hard-on beneath me.
Damn that felt good. If I did this long enough, I swear it could make me come.
Closing my eyes, I imagined that finger was Ethan’s cock. In no time, I’d gotten really into my fantasy. I was moaning, grinding, and ready to be fucked. My mate continued his conversation, but he was also participating in my disgraceful debauchery while he casually followed Harry’s chipper soliloquy.
Tugging up my shirt, Ethan began to tweak my bare nipples as he pumped from beneath me to stimulate my clenching sex with his pulsing erection. All I needed was some direct pressure on my clit, and I was going to blast off quicker than a starter’s pistol.
Like we were of one mind, my mate let go of my breast and his fingers dropped to my pussy. Over my clothes, he teased and stroked my mound, never fully giving me enough pressure to come, but still keeping me on the sexual hook with every deliberate touch.
Alternating rough taps and smooth rotations against my sensitive bud, Ethan kept my body straining against his hand like an addict jonesing for their next fix, but he never allowed me to get used to the pace he’d set. He continually changed it up in order to disrupt any chance of my premature detonation.
“Monday sounds doable,” Ethan told Harry, and I nearly screamed when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my Lycra and beneath my panties so that we were now skin on skin. “I can make that happen.”
He certainly could. My mate was a genius. A fucking sex god. He could make anything happen. Including getting me off while conducting business in nothing more than his sweatpants and bare feet.
Withdrawing his finger from between my lips, Ethan cupped his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Then, with those magic fingers inside my panties, he slipped between the seam of my pussy and got them nice and slippery. As soon as they began to circle my clit, I was his slave. I’d have given him everything at my disposal, including my soul, if he’d only asked.
Ethan lazily strummed my clit as he talked. When I got close to breaking, he’d pause or slow down to cool me back off. Then, he’d work me right back up again, edging me over and over again until I felt I might go mad.
I moaned and arched as he ruthlessly teased me. All the while, he kept my mouth firmly covered so that Harry couldn’t hear my pleasure-fueled mewlings.
Finally, Ethan took pity on me and gave me a long, rough stretch of quick rotations. Overstimulated, I crashed into myorgasm like a Mack truck into a concrete wall after its brakes had failed, keening into his palm.
My hips kicked up hard, my pussy clamped down with equal force, and my body brutally shook with the power of my climax. When the tremors finally subsided, Ethan withdrew his fingers from my panties and brought them to my face. Knowing what he wanted, I licked them clean of my juices, sweat running between my breasts as I enthusiastically lapped them free of my pleasure.
Wanting to return the favor, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Reading my intentions, he shucked down his sweatpants and that beautiful, hard cock of his popped free. I needed to suck him off. I had to have the taste of his cum on my tongue and running down my chin right this second.
Letting out a fierce growl, I swallowed him down to the back of my throat. Ethan hissed as he held back my hair, enjoying the sight of my lips wrapped around his cock as I greedily worked him over. His grey eyes were hooded and heavy as I juggled his balls and spit on his veined shaft, using it as nature’s perfect lubrication.
Alternating between blowing him fast and deep, I then changed it up and edged him like he’d done me earlier. Slowing down, I caught his lust-filled gaze as I worshipped him with my hot mouth and my slippery fist.
I could tell he was getting close. The smoldering look on his face, combined with how tight his muscles had gone, let me know he was within a handful of strokes of busting.
Yearning for the sweet taste of his cum, I forgot my teasing and began to jerk him for real. Focusing on his shiny, swollen, mushroom tip, I used my fist to imitate the ring ofmuscle at the entrance of my pussy, while my mouth served as my tight, wet passage.”
Now that we’d mated, I felt the exact moment Ethan was ready to blast off. The sensation was so strong, it was like it was happening to me. A volcano of his hot cream erupted out of his dick and into my mouth. The moment it was inside of me, I came. This time, it was an all over body-gasm that I’d never experienced before but certainly hoped I would again.
I’d forgotten all about Harry, but somehow Ethan managed to keep it together. His eyes were shuttered closed with bliss, and his hand was wrapped in my hair like a fucking heathen about to drag me around by it. He was biting his lower lip to keep from shouting as his body pumped out all that delicious seed directly into my waiting mouth.
After I’d cleaned him up, I gently tuck him back into his sweatpants. Climbing into his arms once again, I gave him a slow, lingering kiss that made my stomach do another quick clench, like we hadn’t just cum our brains out over the last few days and I was angling for another round.
Harry, who clearly was a talker, finally signed off and Ethan grinned down at me. “You should visit me at work every day, mate.”
I smiled right back at him and offered up another quick peck on the cheek. “That can be arranged.”
“Did you just come to shamelessly use my body, or did you need something?” Ethan asked then.
In the interest of getting off, I’d completely forgotten all about Charlotte. “Promise you’ll keep an open mind,” I prefaced, hoping the spectacular blow job I just gave him had loosened him up a bit.
“I’m listening,” Ethan stated, but I could tell he was already leery of my unknown request.
Deciding I just needed to rip the Band-Aid off, I came right out with it. “My friend Charlotte DM’ed me today and wanted to know if she could meet you? She wants us to go on a double date with her boyfriend some time soon. I was hoping, because I’m not working this weekend, we could meet up with them for dinner?”
Ethan surprised me by not denying the request outright. Instead, I could tell he was carefully thinking it over. “Where did you want to go?”
