I shrug. "You're delicious."
"Thanks," he says, looking a little embarrassed. Sofreakingadorable. "I don't hear that much."
"Well, you should," I say, soaping his cock. "You're getting hard yourself."
"Hard to shower with you and play it cool."
"I can help with that," I say, and kneel, staring up at him. He raises his eyebrows but doesn't stop me. I love looking up at guys from my knees, especially if this guy is a sex God like Ethan. I can’t get enough of his wet abs, the water running down his chest. My mouth drools. I take his cock in my mouth, slowly, savoring the tip first, getting the length in inch by inch, sucking him. Ethan moans softly, hands running through my hair, and I feel him throbbing, excitement growing with every stroke.
"Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum again," he whispers, voice hoarse. I smile around his cock, knowing I have complete control for the first time. He's always dominant, always in charge. Not now. I want to give him everything I felt earlier.
I bob my head, taking him deeper each time. I gag slightly and notice how it makes him moan. His hips buck against my face, thrusts growing erratic.
"Oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," he gasps, voice shaking. I pull back slightly, teasing with just the tip on my tongue.
"Is that what you want? To cum in my mouth?"
He groans, hand gripping the back of my head. "Yes, pet. I want to cum down your throat."
I take him deep, swallowing him whole, moving my mouth along his shaft, licking his head, sucking hard. I’m a professional cock sucker, if I can say so myself. His breath hitches, body tensing. His cock twitches in my mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, pet, just like that," he cries out, hips thrusting as he comes. It spills over my tongue, coating my throat. I swallow all of it.
When he's spent, Ethan pulls me up, eyes glazed. He kisses me gently, fingers tracing my face, tasting himself on my mouth.
"You're my good boy, aren't you?" he whispers.
"I am."
"I am what?"
"I am your good boy, Daddy," I say, cheeks flushing, cock straining again.
"Yes, you are," he says, side smirk, and kisses me. "And you're going to start behaving for me, aren't you? Stop screwing up your own life?"
He sounds concerned, actually concerned. He's not just talking, because Ethan never just randomly says stuff. He means it.
"I'll see about that," I say, smirking into the kiss. He shakes his head.
"Brat," he says and grabs my sore ass. I moan, pain and pleasure mixing. "You're a little masochist, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," I say, shamelessly.
He chuckles, slaps my ass. "Well, here's the deal. Starting today, you're going to be good. I know you can, you've done it before. You're going to listen to me. And especially, stop resenting me for trying to help you. I know I fucked up how I did it. I know. But I won't apologize for wanting you alive."
That lands somewhere deep. I nod against his chest.
"And if you're good," he continues, "maybe I'll reward you. Make you feel like you did today. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy," I reply. The submission in my voice surprises even me.
After we finish showering, we dry off and I slip into the oversized shirt he gave me earlier. It’s so soft and it faintly smells like him. I feel my mouth watering again, just with that smell. He’s never going to see this shirt again; I’m going to steal it and sleep with it underneath my pillow like some sort of creep.
I'm so happy to find the cell empty when we get back, because I can't stop smiling as Ethan lies on his bed with his book, like nothing happened. I go and curl up against him, not even asking this time. He lets me lie down, puts a possessive arm across my stomach, pulls me close. My head rests on his chest. He kisses my hair, eyes still on the book. Everything is back to normal.
I think this is the best moment of my existence.
Chapter 26. Ethan
