Ethan moved away from my cock, flushed and breathing hard, and reached for the nightstand. He tore open a foil packet and rolled the condom on, then he reached for the lube. His hand slid between his legs, his eyes closing briefly, breath catching as he stroked himself before leaning forward again. Onehand pressed into the back of my thigh, guiding it higher as he moved in, his cock settling against me, firm and waiting.
I closed my eyes and nodded.
Ethan wrapped his hand around my cock, still slick with lube, stroking once as pressure built, before I bore down and my body yielded, letting him slide inside. He didn’t stop. Didn’t need to. Whether it was because he’d fingered me into oblivion or we’d just been at this for too long, my body gave in easily, and he kept going until he was fully sheathed inside me.
Ethan was panting, his free hand rubbing the back of my thigh in a soothing motion while the other kept stroking lazily. His lips were parted and glistening, his eyes burning into mine. “Okay?”
Somewhere in the haze it registered—this feltgood.So fucking good.“Yes.”
He sucked in a deep breath, pulled his hips back, dragging his cock out, then thrust in hard.
“Fuck!” My back arched as he kept the pace, working my cock in the same rhythm, my body lighting up every time he pushed deeper. The burn and stretch—the thought of him stroking himself inside me—sent me spiraling, my body begging for more.
Ethan stopped, adjusted his weight on his knees, and started again. The angle changed—it hit deeper—and my hand flew up without thinking.
“Don’t,” he rasped. “I’ll get you there. Don’t fucking move.”
My palm pressed back against the headboard, my shoulder already feeling the strain of holding the position—and that burn only wound me tighter, my body finally understanding that staying still for him was its own kind of pleasure.
His hips thrust hard into me, the slap of his skin against mine overwhelming my senses.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice was huskier than I’d ever heard it, and it pushed me toward the edge fast.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Keep talking,” I begged.
“I’m about to c-come—fuck.” He was breathing hard, the tremor in his voice confirming his words. “I want to see you come all over yourself. Feel you clench around me and suck my cum out.”
Jesus—
My legs trembled as I forced myself to stay still, and almost as if he could read my mind, he curled his hand under my thigh and pulled it up over his hips, lifting onto his knees and fucking even harder into me. The change stole the breath from my lungs, the pressure building until it felt like I was being pulled apart from the inside.
His skin was fever-hot against mine—the weight of him pressing me into the mattress had my balls drawing up tight, the edge crashing closer with every thrust.
Our eyes locked.
“Come for me,” he said.
There was no willpower left in me to resist. No reason to try.
I groaned loudly as he dragged my orgasm out of me, the release crashing through my body in ragged waves, spilling over my stomach as his hand slowed but didn’t stop, stroking me through it. I couldn’t look away from him. His mouth was open, breath coming hard as his gaze tracked the mess I was making, the way my body shook beneath him. He thrust a few more times, deep, and moaned my name as he came inside me, his head tipping back, eyes rolling shut.
The aftershocks hit hard. My whole body shuddered, oversensitive and loose all at once, his cock still pressed deep inside me, stretching the pleasure out longer than it should have. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. Everything felt big and loud, like my nerves hadn’t caught up with what had just happened.
He finally let go of my cock and braced his hands on the bed, hovering for a second before lowering himself to press slow kisses over my chest.
I let my arms fall, easing the burn in my shoulders as I did. I reached for him, brushing his still-damp hair back, needing to touch him, to make sure he was still right there. Ethan smirked, breathless, leaning into my hand as he steadied himself. He pulled out carefully and dropped beside me, close enough that I could still feel the heat of him along my side.
I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts slow and scattered as my brain tried to reboot after being knocked sideways. My eyes a little too wide, my mouth still open as I dragged a hand through my hair. “That was… that was…”
Ethan laughed softly beside me, still catching his breath as he tied the condom off. “You liked that.”
I turned my head toward him, taking in the smug curve of his mouth, the satisfaction he wasn’t even trying to hide.
“A lot,” he added.
A laugh slipped out of me too, shaky and overwhelmed in the best way. “I did.”
He rolled onto his side, and I followed immediately, drawn to him.
