My mouth fell open as I watched him, felt the scorching heat of him, the pull of his lips. My legs threatened to give out every time the head of my cock brushed his throat. He kept at it for a couple of minutes, each second making it harder and harder for me to think, to stop myself from thrusting into that beautifully tempting mouth.
Until he moved back and looked up at me, licking his reddened lips and giving me a slow grin. His hand slid up my thigh, his head tilting. “Did you like that?”
I nodded, fingers twisting in his hair.
He bit down on his lip. “Why don’t you turn around for me?”
My stomach flipped.
For half a heartbeat, something in me stalled—not because I was surprised; some part of me had always known we would end up here. The way he carried himself now, the way he touched me, thrummed with that need to claim. It wasn’t bravado or recklessness. He wanted this. Needed it.
Ethan must have seen the apprehension on my face, because his grin only widened. He let go of my cock, his nails scraping lightly over my thighs. “Let me eat you out, Daddy.”
“Fuck—” My whole body tensed at the request. And that fucking pet name. “Please don’t start with that again.”
Ethan chuckled roughly. “I’ll stop.” His face softened as his eyes dragged over me. “I’ll make you feel good,” he said, voice still thick and sinful.
I hesitated, my breath catching, turning shallow and fast before I could slow it.
He kissed my hip again. “Trust me?”
My chest rose with a longer inhale as I ran my thumb along his jaw, following the line of it, focusing on the feel against my skin. This wasn’t surrender. It was choosing to feel safe with him.“You know I do.”
“Then turn around.”
Something in his tone made heat spark low. I started to move, my shoulders tightening before I allowed the tension to slip away.
“No—right here.” He took hold of my hips and turned me toward the glass, positioning himself behind me. My hands came up without thought, palms meeting the surface, fingers spreading as my elbows locked. I leaned forward just enough to hold myself there, breathing through the strange mix of tension and exposure settling along my spine.
His lips touched the small of my back, and instinct made me want to pull away. Instead, I closed my eyes and let a breath leave me slowly, feeling the tightness ease as his mouth stayed there. Ethan’s hands gripped me roughly—first my thighs, then my ass—keeping me steady while he kissed me again and again, his tongue warm as it moved over my skin.
Each pass of his mouth drew a deeper breath from me, my stance shifting wider instinctively as he spread me apart and let his kisses drift lower.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this, but my body didn’t wait for me to catch up. It responded anyway, looseningin small, uneven increments as his tongue slid lower, a hot, wet stroke over the furrowed skin that broke my breathing completely. I gasped when he did it again, my forehead tipping closer to the glass as he stopped teasing and pressed his mouth in fully, licking me over and over.
His fingers brushed my elbow, and I let him guide my hand back into his hair, my grip tightening as I felt the steady motion of his head. My feet slid farther apart, my forearm coming up against the glass as my weight tipped forward, no longer braced so much as held there. Ethan’s hand slipped between my legs, rolling my balls, and the sound that left me was loud and unguarded. When his hand closed around my cock and began to stroke, my knees threatened to give out.
I was panting over my arm, every sensation landing harder as his mouth worked against me, firm and unrelenting.
“Ash,” he said between licks.
“Yes?” My voice came out rough, scraped raw by my breathing.
Another suck made my breath hitch.
“Look up for me.”
I lifted my head on a shaky inhale, my eyes catching my reflection in the steamed mirror ahead. The sight of myself there—flushed, open, barely holding upright—pulled a breathless laugh from my chest. “You did that on purpose.”
Ethan hummed behind me, mouth still moving, hand steady on my cock. I watched my own breathing. Watched how my body rocked back into him without thought. How I wasn’t even pretending to resist anymore.
He was getting me closer than I had any right to be after already fucking him twice, my breathing breaking down further as I leaned into him, chasing his mouth?—
Then he was gone.
My body surged back before I could stop it, a sharp inhale tearing from me as I reached for what he’d taken away. Ethan laughed softly, slapped my ass, and rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him until my breathing began to even out.
“Let’s go back to bed.”
