Ethan never ceases to surprise me. With my wits thoroughly scattered, I fumble in my reply.
“W-why?” He leans in a little closer, seeming pleased with himself.
“You’ll see,” he says cryptically, and without another word, opens my door. I quirk an eyebrow at him but don’t bother asking. Driving home, Ethan’s mood has largely improved in the last hour. It’s hard not to absorb it myself. Part of me is worried about his comment, but what have I to complain about? I already know I won’t say no to him. I replay it in my head, making my insides tighten. When he talks to me like that, I feel like I could explode.
When we get to the house, he’s still smiling. I walk to the kitchen, my heels on the tile, and he’s right behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“What do you want to do now?” he asks into my ear. His body against mine brings that fire back, and I gently push my ass into his pelvis. He inhales deeply.
“You’re insatiable,” he mumbles, moving his hands down to my hips to pull them against his dick.
“It’s your fault,” I reply, and move my head to the side. He nibbles my neck and I groan.
“You’re going to make me want to fuck you again and I’m sore,” I almost whine. His gift is apparently also a curse. His body gently shakes with laughter.
“I’m sorry. I should have expected that. You’re unbelievably tight,” he says.
“Yeah, no fucking shit.” I feel him smile against my neck.
“Well, you want to know a secret?”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“You’re the tightest I’ve ever had,” he whispers, and I turn my head to see his face.
“I doubt that,” I remark. His eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh really?”
“Every girl probably feels tight to you.” He smirks.
“Fair enough. But I’m not lying. It’s evident I barely fit, not sure how much smaller I could go.”
“Shut up,” I reply laughing, and he smiles.
“What? I don’t have a problem with it. It was a compliment remember?” I shake my head as we lean in and kiss each other. Slowly, his lips move with mine, and when I reach my tongue out and lick his bottom lip, he hums and pulls back.
“Come on,” Ethan says, releasing my hips and slapping my ass. He walks into his bedroom leaving the door open, and I follow. He passed his bed and heads into the master bathroom. When I walk in, he’s filling the large tub with steaming water. He turns to me and the left side of his mouth quirks in a smile.
“It’ll help,” he says, his eyes flashing to my crotch.
“Such a gentleman,” I reply, and he walks toward me.
“I just want to see you naked,” he says smirking. Ethan’s hands rid me of my shirt, revealing my white push up. My long hair tumbles down my back as he gives me a once over. I remove his shirt, and he wastes no time helping me step out of my shoes, jeans and panties. I’m considerably shorter without the pumps. God, I love how tall he is.
He grabs the side of my neck with one hand and cups my ass with the other, bringing me closer. When his lips are on mine, my hands find his hair and twist gently in the thick, dark locks. As our mouths move in sync, I can’t stop thinking about his skin on mine and I moan. He pulls away then.
“Hmmm…don’t wanna get you too worked up. Since I can’t fuck you,” Ethan says, deliberately trying to be an ass hole. I purse my lips but don’t say anything. My breathy voice will only make him laugh.
He unhooks my bra leaving me completely naked. His eyes rake over my body appreciatively, then he steps out of my way so I can enter the tub. As I gingerly step over the side, I put my hair up with the tie on my wrist and look over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass. I smirk and sink into the steaming bathtub.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, still watching me, then leaves the bathroom. After a moment, Ethan returns with two towels and shuts off the water. He removes what’s left of his clothes and I watch his wonderfully sculpted body take a seat in front of me. We sit quietly, relaxing for a while, and I continuously catch him looking at my cleavage exposed above the water. I turn my head and rub my neck with my hand, dragging it lower to my collar bone, grazing my breast. A fire lights in his eyes and he sits up.
I watch his large upper body move closer, and he opens my legs. I take a deep breath and he starts rubbing the back of my thighs. When his large hands press and rub into my skin, I actually moan and shut my eyes.
“That feels good,” I tell him.
“Good,” he says quietly. Working his way out, he goes to my hips, his fingertips pressing into the sides of my ass. I open my eyes and he’s watching me. Going up farther, his thumbs start to work my abdomen. I moan again and my legs twitch together, pinning him in front of me. The hot water and his caress are making me melt. Not to mention if he moves six inches closer, he’d be inside me. God, he’s driving me crazy.
Without further thought, I pull myself up, straddle his lap, and he slides back against the side of the tub. His hands rest on my hips, my eyes level with his.
“What are you doing?” Ethan asks, tilting his head, trying to contain the fire in his eyes.
“I have no fucking idea,” I reply, shaking my head, lightly tracing my nails on the back of his neck.
“You need to cum?” he ask. The lust that coats his voice, coupled with the feel of his almost hard dick beneath me, drives me further and I nod my head. I find it hard to believe myself. We just fucked in the restaurant maybe an hour ago. I really am insatiable.
“Come on,” he says without a hint of jesting, and lifts me by my waist. He snags a towel off the counter, quickly dries my body making me laugh, then does himself in record time. He leans down and scoops me up by my ass that way he does best, and I grab onto his shoulders. He smiles, walking forward into the room and immediately lays me on the bed, and we’re kissing like crazy.
We both tilt our heads to get the best angle of each other. My hands are exploring his hard shoulders as our tongues dance. His warm, talented muscle entering and exiting my mouth makes me want it somewhere else.
Ethan nudges my head aside and licks my neck, nipping his way down. His hands are exploring every part of my body as he goes and I’m already panting, aching to get off. He continues his descent down between my legs, kissing and biting my breasts, my flat stomach, my hips. I notice I’m subconsciously I’m pushing him down by his shoulders. When his face is hovering over my cunt, he yanks me down by my thighs to slide my ass to the end of the bed.
Ethan’s kneeling in front of me on the floor, and my upper body is propped up on my elbows, watching him. Starting me right in the eye, he gently blows on my pussy. I open my mouth and breathe deeply. He leans in an inch away from my skin.
“I can feel how hot you are,” he whispers, and I bite my lip. I don’t fucking doubt it. My blood is pulsing in my lower region, knowing how close he is.
“And you smell so fucking good,” he adds with a small smile.
“Why don’t you taste it?” I ask in a small, breathy voice and he smiles wider, looks right at my cunt, and closes the distance.
Immediately my head falls back and I hum a pleading groan. His warm wet tongue licks my already wet pink flesh and I am his. With long slow strokes up my slit, occasionally blowing on my tender flesh, my insides are singing.
“Ethan,” I call out his name and bring my head back up. Our eyes meet, and seeing his face between my thighs makes my heart jump. Somewhere in a very small, unoccupied corner of my mind, in the light of the bathroom I notice how green his eyes are. They’re beautiful, looking up through his thick lashes while he eats me. His dark hair is getting longer and it’s every which way, joining with his facial hair. He only has stubble along his jaw, but it frames his well structured face perfectly. God he’s gorgeous, and he wants to please me, and holy fucking shit, he does it so well.
“God you taste good,” he mumbles, pulling away for a short second. He closes his eyes and latches onto my clit, and my back arches so far I scream.
“Don’t fucking stop,” I beg him, laying back on the bed so I can take his hair in my hands. Trying not to yank it out of his skull, I grip hard to his dark locks. I start moving my hips up and down against his face, and he takes hold of my hips to help guide me.
In the back of my mind I know I’m moaning loudly, but I can’t stop. He doesn’t let go of my sensitive bean, and abruptly I know I’m going to cum. I release his hair and sit almost all the way up, leaning on my hands, still angling my body so he can get to the most important part. My knees are bent, toes pointed, thighs open as far as possible and I look at him.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I moan out, and his eyes look up to me, still flicking and sucking my clit. He’s giving me exactly what I want and I unravel at the seams, coming apart with renowned force.
“Fuck!” I yell and curl into him, humping his face. My body on fire, he removes his mouth and his hands go to my center. He slides two fingers inside me and strokes my g-spot with the utmost precision, while the other hand rubs my clit. Sweet fucking Christ, my orgasm spikes. I’m panting moans of astonishment and pleasure as I fall back on the bed, writhing beneath his hands. He works me until I can take no more, and I reach down to push his hands away.
My eyes are closed and I’m so fucking wrung out I don’t notice him move until he’s climbed next to me, pulling me to him. When I can breath a satisfying lung full of air, I open my eyes and he’s watching me with a smile on his face. We’re facing each other on our sides, my head on his arm as he holds me together. I smile.
“I can’t move, kiss me,” I say, taking deep breaths. He laughs and plants his lips on mine.
“I could watch you cum all day,” he says against my mouth, and I’m even too tired to laugh fully.
“I don’t know if I could handle that.”
“It’d be fun to watch you try,” he says happily. I find enough energy to shake my head a couple degrees.
“You’re crazy.”
He laughs again and we lay for a while, wrapped in each other. I slowly start gaining feeling in my limbs and stroke his back with my nails. My mind wanders to what he said before, about me being the tightest he’s ever had.
“You know that secret you told me earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“I have one for you.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks.
“You’re the first person to make me cum with just your mouth,” I confess. For the first time in a while, one of us moves.
“Really?” he asks surprised, tilting his head down at me. I nod my head, blinking up at him. “I feel special,” he says sincerely, and I laugh.
“You should. I didn’t think I could. Totally took me by surprise,” I say, flickers of him eating me on the kitchen counter surfacing in my head. I briefly take pity on pre-Ethan Chanel for missing out for so long.
“Well I like doing it,” he says with a cocky smile.
“I like you doing it. So, I’m really the tightest?”
“Easily. You’re perfect,” he says quietly, and I still. I haven’t thought deep enough into this situation to know how I should feel about that. Perfect? That’s a strong word choice. I’m sure it has something to do with all the external pressure, even though we’re the only people who know about us. We certainly can’t go about this like two normal people. When he says things like this though, it’s kind of hard. He’s so fucking sweet, and I’ve never seen this side of him before.
I’m definitely still clinging to his baggage not to let myself feel any more than really necessary. I mean, let’s be honest, we’re a man and a woman attracted to each other, having some of the best sex ever. We’re bound to feel something for each other. He’s still technically married, though. Sure, she’s gone right now, but I’m still his rebound. He can’t possibly know what he wants, his emotions have to be running wild. But if one thing is certain, we both love fooling around. We’ve both said it in not so many words, and deep down, I know this isn’t going any further than where it is right now. That’s something we’re both not ready for. So I take his words lightly, and smile up at him.
“I’m glad you think so,” I say, and lean up to kiss him. Like an idiot, I realize he’s still hard and probably dying to get off. I also simultaneously realize I’ve never given him head, and that needs to change. I deepen the kiss and move on top of him. He makes no complaints, returning my movements as I straddle his waist. While my tongue starts exploring his mouth, his hands roam my body, and I feel him grow impossibly harder beneath me.
I pull away to turn into his neck. With excruciating slowness I press my swollen lips to his neck. Making my way up, I flick his earlobe and suck it gently. I hear him hum and turn my face enough to see his eyes are closed. I smile and start moving my knees lower, my face now in front of his collar bones. The muscle from his broad shoulders morph perfectly into his pecks and down his arms. His tanned skin is soft as fuck, and I lick every inch I can reach. My hands slide down his chest feeling every groove of his muscles and I moan a little myself. I kiss his sternum and look up to his face. His eyes are still closed, and he appears to be enjoying this very much. I scoot my legs down a little farther, his dick pressing into my stomach and kiss down his torso.
“Your body is incredible,” I mumble against his skin, and I watch his mouth turn up into a smile.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, and I hum in agreement. When I reach his toned abdomen, I scoot another inch to kiss the sparse hair that trails down from below his belly button. Ethan exhales sharply.
“What are you doing Chanel?” he asks suspiciously. I smile and take the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck gently, wrapping my fingers around the base.
“Mmmmm,” he grunts and his hands find my hair. As I’m straddling his thighs with his cock in my mouth, I look up and his head is forward, watching me. I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around his flesh sucking harder. He tastes so good and clean.
“Fuck,” he whispers breathlessly. Up and down my mouth slips over his dick, licking and sucking the tip, taking it out to kiss the head, then putting it back in. After a few minutes, I take a deep breath, lay my tongue flat and shove his dick down until the head is bumping into the back of my throat.
“Uhhnn Chanel,” he moan, lightly pushing on the back of my head. I breath out and push again, and I’ve gotten half of him in. He groans loudly and I feel his hips twitch. I slide him out and suck on the tip some more.
“Shit, can you do that again?” he asks, and his breathy voice makes my heart stutter. I look up at him from under my lashes, take a deep breath and push him back in. His eyes flutter closed and he pushes gently on my head again. I move my head side to side as if trying to inch him farther down. He groans louder than before and I breath out trying to push farther. I love hearing the noises he makes. I come back up, wrap my fingers around him and put them to my lips. This time when I go down, I take my hand with me to cover extra ground and he loves it. His hips jerk, putting him farther down my throat and I hum.
“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he says, leaning his head up to watch me. I pick up my pace, sucking on him for a while. On my last pull I kiss the tip and turn my head, my mouth salivating down the back of his thickness until I reach the bottom. I lay my tongue flat and lick slowly up his balls. He’s panting, watching me tease and fondle his sack with my mouth. I lick all the way back up his cock and seal my lips tightly around him, slowly pushing him back into my warm, wet mouth.
“Chanel, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whispers, still watching me, holding my head by the grip he has on my hair. I pick up my pace, my hand moving in sync with my mouth, and suck as hard as I can.
“Oh God baby don’t stop,” he says, and I work him vigorously, making sure my tongue roams every inch of his smooth, rock hard dick. Without warning, I drop my head, and it feels like he’s going to puncture my esophagus, but it does the trick for him. I feel his body still, sense him holding his breath, then he lets go. A large breath escape his lungs and his dick is pulsing hot, salty cum down my throat. He’s groaning, gently fucking my mouth and I take it all. I suck him clean until his body starts twitching and finally release him. I sit up watching him lie limp on the bed with his eyes closed.
When he looks at me I quirk an eyebrow at him and grin. He smiles and takes my hand pulling me to him.
“Get over here,” he demands, and I lay on top of his large chest. “Fuck Chanel,” he says wrapping his arms around me. We lay for a moment in silence until I hear my Sublime ringtone coming from the bathroom. I scramble off of him and see my phone on the counter. It’s Aaliyah.
“Hello?”
“Chanel! Sorry I didn’t call you sooner.”
“You’re good, what’s up?” I ask, trying to sound casual. Even though she’s not here, my cheeks are turning their newfound pink. I just sucked off my married roommate. No one knows about Ethan and I and sometimes it’s nerve wracking. Sometimes it’s sexy.
“I just talked to Dylan, he’s down to come hang with us tomorrow,” she says, sounding almost proud.
“Good, I’ll call Kyle tomorrow. Maybe we can all go out to eat or something.”
“K, Taniyah wants to come too, so we need to find her a date,” she says, and my cheeks go a little hotter thinking about Taniyah.
“K I’ll ask Kyle.”
“Alright, I gotta go but I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Love you too,” I reply, and we hang up. I walk back into the room, still stark naked, and find Ethan at a tall dresser wearing thin pajama pants.
“You wanna smoke?” I ask.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” he says, and tosses me an article of clothing. I unfold it and it’s one of his dark grey t-shirts. I smile at him and slip it on.
“I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” I tell him. Downstairs I’m scrubbing my teeth with my toothbrush and take the extra time to floss. When I enter the downstairs living room, Ethan is on the couch loading a bowl.
“Hello beautiful,” he says, and I take a seat next to him and lean my head on his shoulder. He hands the piece to me and turns on the TV. We smoke, leaning against each other, my legs in his lap watching some mindless sitcom.
I feel warm hands underneath me, then a soft bed. In the back of my mind I know I’m basically asleep, but much too fucking tired to care. I turn on my side and nuzzle a pillow.
I wake up a little disoriented. I blink in the subtle light streaming through a window and notice Ethan next to me and I’m in his bed. I stretch and sit up looking over to him. His face is smooth and beautiful as he sleeps. Every day I spend with him he gets more and more gorgeous to me. Why did I never notice before? Oh wait..just kidding. I push that thought aside and climb out of his bed. He doesn’t even stir.
As I walk into the kitchen, I’m a little stiff, but I feel great. Must be all the hot baths and orgasms, I laugh to myself. I head into my room and slip off his t-shirt. My alarm clock says 9:30 a.m., so I decide to head to the gym. I put on some sorts and a sports bra and top. I snag my jacket and a bag for my shit. Upstairs I take a water bottle from the fridge and realize my phone and wallet are still in Ethan’s bathroom. I sneak in to find him still fast asleep. I decide not to wake him as I head out and lock the house.
***
An hour later I walk into the shower room of the gym and snag my bag from a locker. I sit down and wipe a towel across my forehead as I pick up my phone. I should call Kyle. I find him in my contacts list and press call.
“Hello?” He answers.
“Kyle, it’s Chanel.”
“Hey! How are you?” He sounds happy.
“I’m great. Sorry I didn’t call you earlier this week, I’ve been busy.” Busy fucking my roommate senseless.
“It’s all good, did you still want to hang out?”
“Yeah, Aaliyah wanted to do something with us, she was gonna bring her friend Dylan. If that’s ok.”
“Yeah that’d be cool,” and he sounds genuine.
“Sweet, Taniyah is gonna join us too.”
“Taniyah?” He draws it out as if fishing for her last name.
“You met her last weekend. She was at the lounge, long black hair, really pretty.” Very pretty. And she tastes amazing.
“Oh yeah, I know who you’re talking about.”
“I was actually wondering if you could bring a male friend along so she’s not alone.” I laugh a little and he does, too.
“Yeah let me call Jake, I’m sure he’ll come hang out.”
“Cool, well when Aaliyah calls me tonight I’ll call you.”
“Sounds good. See you later babe,” he replies, and I say goodbye and hang up.
I snag a towel and go to take a short shower to wash off all the sweat. This should be an interesting night.
