—before finally reaching for his towel and pulling it free.
He climbed onto the bed and stood there for a moment, looking down at me like he was taking stock. When his feet settled on either side of my waist, he crouched, forearms braced on his thighs, filling my field of vision. My chest rose and fell too fast for someone just lying there, doing nothing at all.
Then he reached out.
One hand slid over my chest, slow and possessive. The other curled into my hair at the back of my head and tugged, just enough to hold me in place. “Who do you belong to?”
Heat flared under my skin. “You.”
He shook his head once, unhurried, his palm resting over my throat. Not squeezing—just there. “My name. Who do you belong to?”
“To you,” I said. “Ethan Bennett. Just you.”
He tilted his head, watching me like he was listening for something beneath the words. My body buzzed under his touch, the warmth of his hand seeping into my skin.
His thumb brushed my jaw. “Open.”
The command went straight to my groin, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I let my mouth fall open, breath shallow and waiting.
“Tongue out.”
I followed the order, eyes locked on his as he leaned in, working his tongue in his mouth before letting his spit fall on my own, heat flooding my mouth.
Fuck. Me.
“Swallow.”
I did. Eagerly.
His mouth curved slightly as he watched me, satisfaction flickering there before he leaned close, voice rough against my ear. “Good boy.”
My breath caught in my chest, but a second later he was kissing me—hot and claiming—his hand still firm at my throat as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting himself, holding me exactly where he wanted me. His fingers hooked into the towel at my waist and gave a sharp tug, the fabric coming off in one impatient pull.
Ethan’s body settled back over mine, and my hands lifted instinctively, reaching for him anywhere I could just to feel him closer.
He broke away, keeping me pinned with his grip on my neck. “Hands up. On the headboard.”
My hands flew up, palms flattening against the wood, and he dove back in, kissing me hungrily. Then he started his descent—rough, not slow in the slightest—and the heat of each kiss felt like magma, like he was igniting something inside me that wanted to claw its way out, ravaging everything in its path.
His mouth closed over my cock, taking it deep without warning, and my neck arched back as a loud moan ripped out of me. He held one hand out, and without a word, I reached for the lube and slapped it into his palm.
He never eased, working between my cock and my balls with unbroken focus—tongue, lips, pressure—drawing me tighter with every pass. My hands stayed locked against the headboard as I forced myself to keep them there. The act of not holdinghim—of surrendering my pleasure to him—had me coiled to the point of breaking.
I felt his slick fingers slide over my balls, then lower, circling me the same way I’d done to him earlier, as if he’d been taking fucking notes and giving them back to me. His mouth returned to my cock, pulling me deep enough that my hips jerked against the bed, my brain barely registering the moment my body loosened and the tip of his finger pressed inside me.
Then the sensation sparked hot, a clean, electric jolt that made my breath stutter. As he pushed deeper, my muscles gave way in small, unguarded increments, the intensity cresting in a way that felt overwhelming and right all at once.
He pulled his mouth free with a soft pop, eyes flicking from my cock to where his finger was inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Fuck—” The word left me ragged as heat raced up my chest and into my throat, but he didn’t pause long enough for me to catch a breath or process what he’d said. Before his mouth returned, he withdrew just enough to add another finger.
The stretch, the steady push and pull, was unlike anything I’d felt before. My eyes kept slipping closed as my hips moved without permission. When he added a third, whatever tension I’d been holding on to finally broke, my body responding as a whole, nerves lighting up until everything else fell away, with just one thought looping over and over.
Don’t move your hands.
Don’t move your hands.
Don’t move your hands.
