The idea struck me about four minutes ago, when I decided to drop to my knees, out of the reach of his super long and talented fingers. He just smirked and looked down at me, dripping water and looking so sexy that I nearly forgot why I was even currently on my knees.
I hadn't agreed to go out tonight yet, he just thought I was agreeing by getting naked and getting in the shower with him. Silly bastard, doesn't he know I'll follow his naked ass anywhere? It's when his ass is either covered or out of my view that my brain starts to work.
Apparently, his fingers wrapped around my cock didn't stop my thought process, because he was giving me one hell of a hand job when the idea hit me. I think I could persuade him, maybe. I'm hoping an awesome blowjob will help. He really seems to like getting head, so he better agree, or I'm never giving him any again.
Okay, probably not because I can't keep my lips off of his cock. But I can threaten him, at least, he might believe me if he's not really thinking clearly.
So I get him nice and warmed up, and he's looking down at me all hot and horny, watching his cock slide through my lips. I know the second he starts getting ready to cum so I pull off. He huffs and his jaw tightens and he glares down at me.
"Baby?" I ask, looking deep in thought―the picture of innocence.
"What, Jas?"
I try not to laugh at how disgruntled he sounds. He hates when I tease, just hates it. Too bad for him. "Do you really want me to come tonight?" I ask, trying to look as adorable as he does when he looks up at me through his lashes.
He looks so confused for a moment, then he gets I'm not talking about cumming, but coming to Rogue's. "Of course I do. Please come with me."
"I don't really want to go," I say, biting my lip and peeking up at him through my lashes again.
He sighs. "Please, baby? We need a night out. You need a night out, you work so much..."
I sigh too, then lean in and lick at the head of his cock. He groans and tightens his grip on my hair. I know what he wants to do, he wants to shut me up and cum in my mouth, but he doesn't get to cum until he agrees. I sigh again.
He moves one of his hands to caress my cheek. "What's the matter, baby?" he asks, trying to be sweet, but I can see he's starting to get pissed that I won't just put his dick in my mouth and make him cum.
"Nothing," I say, making it obvious that I'm lying and sad, and then I take his cock into my throat.
"Jesus fuck," he moans, his head falling back.
I look up at him until he looks down at me again, then I try to give him my best sad eyes before lowering them away from his stare and closing them.
"Baby, what is it?" he asks softly.
I shake my head side to side and swallow down his entire length. He curses like crazy, then starts to pull me off of him.
I try like hell not to smirk for being a manipulative bastard.
"Tell me what's bothering you, Jasper. I can't watch you suck my cock when you look so sad. We don't have to go out tonight if it's going to bother you that much, but if this is about money, I'm going to be pissed off."
"It's not that," I say softly, though I guess honestly, that was why I didn't want to go out. But now I want to, if he'll agree to do what I want. I just can't drink, which is fine, I don't need to, and I want to be sober for it anyway. "It doesn't matter. Let me taste you," I tease, grabbing onto his thighs to pull him back toward my mouth.
"It matters, tell me what's― God damn, Jasper." I watch his eyes roll back into his head and chuckle around him, hoping it just feels and sounds like a gargling, vibrating moan to him.
He's helpless under the magic of my mouth and tongue, and as soon as he is right back where I want him, right on the brink of an orgasm, I pull off again. His fingers tightened painfully in my hair and I whimper, making him release, then pet apologetically.
I keep my eyes on the shower floor. "Ethan?" I ask timidly, moving my eyes up to his.
"Yeah," he replies stiffly.
I bite my lip and look back down. "Never mind, I'm sorry," I whisper, leaning back in for his cock.
"No, Jas, tell me. Please."
"It's just that it's going to be so packed and we won't be able to talk and I mean, maybe that's why you want to go..." I trail off, and I'm taking it too far and I know it, but I really want him to agree.
"No, babe, of course not. I always want to talk to you," he says, tilting my head back to meet my eyes.
"Okay. But those idiots on stage always sound so terrible, I want to hear someone with talent sing."
"I'm sure there will be some good ones," he assures me.
"Okay," I sigh again. "But I'm only going if you promise there will be someone good on stage."
"How am I supposed to know who they're going to let up there, Jasper? I can't make that promise to you."
"Yes you can. You can promise me that someone good will be on the stage, someone who deserves to be," I tell him.
He huffs. "Fuck, Jasper, I'm not going to make you a promise I can't keep."
"You can promise it and you can make sure to keep it too," I hint.
"How? How am I supposed to know if someone good is going to be up there?"
"You can be up there," I say, looking up at him.
His face blanches and he closes his eyes angrily. "No, Jasper," he snaps at me.
"Okay," I whisper, "if you really don't want to, for me. I don't want to go though. I'll just stay here and you can go by yourself, since that's what you want," I continue, tracing his big toe with my finger then pushing myself further away from him. My voice even cracks.
God, I'm an asshole.
"Jasper, don't do this to me," he whines. "I can't, you know I can't."
"No, I know you can, you just won't. You won't do it for me," I whine.
He growls and stomps his foot. Yes, he stomps his foot, like a petulant child, and I think he got that habit from me, and it's hilarious, but I can't laugh. "You don't understand, Jasper," he yells.
"Oh, I understand," I say, putting my man voice back on. "I understand exactly what it's like to stand in front of a crowd and be deathly afraid that they aren't going to like you, that they won't appreciate your talent. I know how scary it is to put yourself out there, to put your dream right in the hands of a bunch of strangers. I understand, Ethan, because I had to do it too. I did it, I did it alone, without anyone's support, and look where it got me. People pay me to do what I love, because I took a chance and they liked what I did. I will be there for you, I will be in that crowd when you take that chance, I will come right up on that stage and hold your hand if that's what it takes, but you have to do this, you have to. For you, or for me, or for your mom, you have to put yourself out there and stop being a chicken."
His expression changes so many times, I'm not even sure if he's going to hit me or pull me up and kiss me or cry or fuck my face. He growls at me first and I raise an eyebrow, daring him to say it, to tell me it's not the same when he knows it is. I dare him to tell me it's harder for him, when he knows damn well that it's not. I dare him to tell me that it doesn't matter what I think because I'll be just one person in a large crowd. But he knows better, he knows that he can't say any of that shit without getting himself in trouble, and he knows that none of it is true, so he can't say it.
"Asshole, I hate that I love you, suck my cock."
That. That is what he says. And I smile the entire time I'm sucking his cock, and he tells me that I look creepy and I laugh and he smiles and laughs too and tells me to shut up. He cums and cusses me out for being an asshole and making him agree to do something he doesn't want to do. I just tell him life's a bitch that way and he better get used to it. Then I start skipping around because I'm so happy and he just grumbles.
Needless to say, I'm the one who is excited to go to Rogue's when all is said and done. He was so busy grumbling that he could barely dress himself, so I did it for him and he looked so sexy, I nearly took it all right back off. He knew it too, and he tried to use my weakness against me, but I'm a Jedi and my force is strong. I'm positive that is the only reason we didn't end up in bed instead of at Rogue's.
Rogue's is packed. There aren't any tables or barstools, there's barely even room to breathe, but Ethan just elbows his way through the throng like a bouncer, dragging me along, grumbling, straight to the bar. He tries to order me a drink and he gets really pissy when I decline it.
"You're having a drink," he tells me. I shake my head 'no' and push the beer away. "Fine, I'm having it for you then," he threatens.
"Okay, but just know that I'm still making you get on stage even when you're drunk."
He grumbles some more while I make my way over to the stage manager to sign him up. The list is long and he won't be on for a while so I'm happy he left his acoustic in the car for now.
He's practically shaking with nerves when I tell him he'll be on at eleven-forty. I drag him out into the crowd and he just keeps looking around, seeing all the people.
Right there in the middle of the crowd, I kiss him. He's okay with being public, most of the time he's the one all over me, but we usually keep it toned down, sort of. There have been a couple incidents where I nearly gave him head in public. If cars count as being in public, then we've rounded home a whole lot in public.
Or he's rounded home, because I'm still on third base where he's concerned. That's okay though, I'm okay with waiting. He doesn't push for it so I'm not going to either. I think he's still worried it's going to change something, and knowing him, it probably will change something. I'll probably become a permanent top. I know damn well he's going to end up loving it and turn into a little cock whore.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispers into my ear.
"Hmm? Nothing, nothing," I say.
"That doesn't feel like nothing, Jas," he questions, brushing against my wood with his thigh.
He's taken to calling me 'Jas' lately, I don't mind. At least it's not 'Jazzy' or something equally annoying. "Just thinking about how hot you are," I say, squeezing his ass.
He chuckles. I can still hear his nerves, but at least he's not shaking anymore. "You're going to have to give me head again before I go up there," he whispers.
I burst out laughing. "Not a chance, baby. You don't get any more head until you go through with this. Then you can have all the face fucking and rim jobs and everything else you want."
"Don't start promising rim jobs unless you plan on going through with it," he grumbles. The little pervert has a thing about my tongue in his ass. I don't know, I don't get the appeal, I'm not a fan of giving or receiving it, but he loves it so I go for it on special occasions.
"I'll rim you all night long if you go up there and sing for me like a good boy," I promise in his ear. I will too, he can have anything he wants as a reward for taking a chance.
He swallows thickly, then there is a hot, hard dick on my thigh and he growls at me. "Is it your plan to publicly humiliate me? I'm going to end up on that stage with a hard-on if you don't take care of me, now."
"I'm not rimming you in the public," I tell him.
"Jas," he groans. "That's not what I mean. I can't go up on that stage if I have a boner."
I sigh. "Well, I could grind on you down here, but I think a cum stain would be more embarrassing than a boner, Ethan."
He groans and starts to shake again. "You're not helping me," he whines, pressing his face into my shoulder.
I spend the next hour telling him how amazing he is, holding onto him and kissing him while shitty singers go up there and try to be everyone from George Michael to Aaron Lewis and they all fail, miserably.
"I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't," he whimpers as I take him out to the car to get his guitar. He clings onto my hand until we get to the car, then he throws himself into the front seat, refusing to look at me.
I leave him out there to talk himself either into it or out of it, and I know that leaving him to his thoughts is going to piss him off and drive him crazy. That's my plan. If in the end he can't do it, then that's fine, I'll still give him whatever he wants; I love him and I know he's scared. But I think he'll get pissed. He'll get pissed and tell himself that I think he can't do it and he'll get pissed at me for thinking he can't do it, then he'll prove me wrong, even though I know he can do it. It's just how his head works. He’s just moody as hell.
So I wait for him at the side of the stage while they announce his name. He shows up out of nowhere and rips the guitar out of my hands, marching past me right up onto that stage. He sets the microphone where he wants it, then in a confident voice he says, "I'm only up here because my asshole boyfriend made me do it. Now where are you, asshole, you said you'd be right out front."
The crowd laughs and some hoot and howl as I shove my way to the front of the crowd, right up against the stage, dead center. He looks at me for a minute then gets that scared puppy look on his face―the look Callie had when he found her. He doesn't even have to ask. I turn around and drop down into a crouch.
He's afraid of failing. He's afraid of failing with me there at the front of the crowd. He doesn't want me to see him fail. So I disappear and let him pretend that I'm not there.
And he starts to strum, then stops and says, "Uh, this is Johnny Cash's 'Hurt'."
He plays this song all the damn time and it's so depressing, but I think it's a good choice. He knows it well. He'll probably kick the song's ass.
He does. He kills it. He owns it. He... he's just so amazing and I wish he could see it like I do. Like everyone does. They love him. I love him.
The crowd goes nuts and Ethan just walks off the stage and I laugh, rushing to meet him. He nearly loses his balance with how hard I barrel into him, but he catches me, and the guitar does too, right in the stomach and it hurts like hell, but he just pushes it out of the way for me.
I jump on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him, kissing his face off, and he staggers until he finds a damn wall and pushes me against it. We're the same size, nearly. He's just slightly shorter and more built than I am, and I'm crazy for being a girl and expecting him to carry me like that. He wouldn't drop me though, he never would, he never does.
"You're heavier than you look," he mumbles between kisses.
"I haven't gained weight," I snap defensively. I have. Only a little. Like two pounds. Can he really tell? I need to start running with him and Callie.
My expression must be rather funny because he laughs at me. I drop my legs from around him and shove him back, landing on my feet.
"Hey, you don't get to push me away after I just kicked ass on stage, you owe me a whole night of pleasure now, baby."
I don't get a chance to reply to that because some tiny, huge-eyed blonde barges in on our party. "I'm Char, can I see you next week?" she asks Ethan, thrusting her arm out toward him.
"Uh, I'm gay," he says, motioning between myself and him. I love how he just says that, just throws it right out there, no hesitation. God, I love him.
"So?" she asks.
His eyes narrow, and he looks sideways at me. I shrug, I don't know what she wants.
"Oh! No, no, I'm not talking about a date. Is this your first time here? Don't you know who I am? I thought I've seen you around here before," she says. "Let me start over. I'm Charlotte Wood, I manage the bands and acts that come through. You're good," she looks down at her clipboard, "Ethan. I want to see you perform again. If you can please the crowd again, you have a real damn shot of becoming a regular, if you're interested. Do you play anything other than the guitar? Are you in a band? I prefer you single, to be honest. Not like that, you two are adorable together, I just mean without the band. You make a great solo artist. So are you interested?"
We both stare at her, gobsmacked. Does she breathe? Ethan simply asks, "What?"
I'm a little quicker on the draw. "Yes, yes he is. Thank you, Charlotte, it was wonderful meeting you, we'll see you next week."
With that, I shove his confused ass out the door before he can figure out what exactly just happened.
"Did you just get me a job?" he asks once we're in the car.
"No, but you could get yourself one if you show up next week and sing again."
He's silent for a few minutes, then he asks, "Did she say that I could be a regular?"
I nod my head. "Yeah, baby, if you wanted to be."
"Those bands get paid a lot of money to do gigs at Rogue's. They would pay me to sing?" he asks.
"Yeah, babe, they would."
"Wow," he breathes.
He's so out of it, it's not even funny. He looks like he just stepped into some alternate universe, where someone pays him to do what he loves.
"Do you think I can do it? I mean, I was so nervous, I couldn't even see you, I thought I was going to suck. Jesus, I nearly barfed up there seeing you down there looking at me like that."
"Of course you can do it, Ethan. You can do anything you want to. You have a great voice and amazing talent. If you want to do it, you should do it."
He swallows and turns to face me, and I can't look at him until I've parked the car in the driveway, then I turn to face him.
"Jas, thank you for making me. You suck, because it was mean, I didn't want to do it, but thanks. I love you."
I laugh and punch him lightly in the arm. "What are boyfriends for, eh?"
"Mm, good question. I rather like mine when he's blowing and rimming me, but otherwise, he's kind of annoying."
I glare at him halfheartedly because I know he's joking and get out of the car. He chases me up the steps and pushes me up against the door. "You can forget about me licking your ass tonight, baby, have fun masturbating because after that, you don't get a piece of me."
He chuckles at my words and steps up fully against me. "I guess I'm just going to have to apologize and grovel, huh? I don't think I'll live without a piece of you, and I really want my ass licked. I need my cock in your mouth, Jasper."
Damn him. Damn him and his stupid green eyes and his dirty mouth. I can't even pretend to be mad at him anymore―unless I really, really want something. I don't really want to be mad at him right now.
"You were so beautiful up there with your guitar," I sigh.
He rolls his eyes, smiling at me. "Thanks."
"I'll show you thanks," I mutter, kissing him.
He starts laughing into my mouth and pulls away. "That was the cheesiest line I've ever heard, Jasper."
It was, but Jesus, did he really have to stop kissing me to tell me that? "Go let your puppy out," I tell him, unlocking and opening the door.
He makes a show of prancing like a princess then bending over with his ass in the air, wiggling it back and forth. Bastard.
"Come on, Callie, wake your lazy ass up, your daddies need to bone," he says gruffly to the poor dog.
I chuckle and slap his ass as he passes me.
I strip and jump in the shower quickly to wash away the smell of the bar and he joins me, toothbrush in mouth. He knows I hate the taste of beer on his tongue. He's such a good boy.
The toothbrush ends up on the shower floor and minty mouths mingle as the water beats down on us. We really need to stop wasting so much water.
I reach behind me and shut it off and he pushes me out of the shower, dripping water all over the floor while he attempts to dry me off with one quick swipe.
He's so impatient. He drops down to his knees and takes me into his mouth, making me hum contentedly as I watch him give me everything he's got. I hit the back of his throat and he closes his eyes, barely gagging. He takes a few breaths and relaxes himself then works me into his throat, still gagging. He can't help it, he's just a gagger. The gagging feels good though, but I know he can only take so much.
I grip his hair and slowly pull out of his mouth with a loud 'pop'. He grins as I chuckle. "Let's go to bed, baby."
He nods and stands and I slip my fingers between his ass cheeks as he walks. He looks over his shoulder at me and bites his lip as I continue to chuckle and touch the most intimate part of his body. I push him down onto the bed and climb over him, spreading his ass cheeks apart and going in tongue first.
I swear to God, the sound that comes out of his mouth makes it worth it. It's not that it tastes bad or anything, it doesn't, it's tang and man and it's not bad. I just don't get it. I like fingers and cock up my ass, tongue just isn't enough for me, I guess. But Ethan loves it when I lick him, so I do that and tease the rim until he's begging for something in him, anything.
Boner sniffer is on the floor glaring at me, but she's easy to ignore when my boy is clutching at the bed and pushing his ass in my face. I grab the lube and he flips onto his back, spreading his legs for me. Always so eager.
As finger after finger slides into him and his cock enters my throat, he gets alarmingly still and quiet. I look up at him and pull off of him when I see the look on his face.
"What's wrong, babe?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing. I just... Jas, I want you to make love to me, tonight. Please."
He looks worried and I'm not sure if it's because he thinks I'll say no or because he's still concerned that something will go wrong. Either way, I want to soothe him.
He's plenty ready for me so I pull my fingers out of him and he shudders at the loss, looking at me like I might tell him 'no'.
"You don't have to say please, baby," I tell him, leaning down to kiss him.
He moans and starts to breathe heavily into my kiss and I know he's nervous. I don't want him to be nervous, but I don't think there's anything I can do about it. It's scary your first time, I think, no matter what.
"How do you want to do it?" I ask him, looking into his eyes.
"I don't know, what's easiest? Like this?"
I shrug. "You on top and riding is best if you're worried about me going too hard or too deep, too fast. You can't relax as easily that way."
"I trust you," he says.
"Like this then?" He nods. "Okay." I lean down and kiss him then get a condom on and coat myself with lube. "You can tell me to stop, baby, just remember that."
I really needn't have told him that, because as soon as I'm settled over the top of him, right after asking him if he was ready, to which he nodded 'yes', he begged me to stop, and I hadn't even touched him yet.
His face turns pure red when he sees my questioning look and he closes his eyes tight. I don't say anything, I don't tell him we don't have to or that it's fine if we wait. He knows that already, and frankly, I don't want to talk him out of this. I want this, we're ready, he's more than ready. He's just scared, and that's okay. It's another risk for him to take, and if he can't do it tonight, then he can't. But if he can, I'll make his chance worth it.
He squirms and gets a frustrated look on his face and demands that I just do it and ignore him. He gets a pointed look for that one and apologizes and continues to freak out. I just wait. I have all the time in the world.
Eventually he sighs and looks up at me. "Okay, baby. I'm ready."
I nod and kiss him and resettle myself, lining up with his entrance. He takes several deep breaths, but still manages to gasp and tighten up the second I touch him. He starts over with deep breaths and I take my time kissing around his face until he relaxes again and he nods. I slowly push forward and he squeaks and tightens, and I wait.
"Maybe I should take the edge off for you first?" I ask. "It might be easier if I make you cum, relax you a little."
"Okay," he says.
So I settle between his legs again and work my fingers into his clenching ass. He's nervous, more nervous than he's been in a long time so it takes some time until I can even get two fingers in him, but then I brush against his prostate and he turns to jelly and I can get a third finger in again. He cums pretty quickly, shooting down my throat with gasping moans.
He's still relaxed and trembling when I make my way to his mouth and he kisses me despite the taste of his cum on my tongue. I keep two fingers in him and he's calm as I work those two fingers in and out, in and out, and he's still calm when I take the fingers out of him and replace them with my cock. He's still calm as I pass the widest part of my cock through the tightest part of his ass. And then suddenly he's not calm.
"Holy mother, Jasper, your cock is in my ass," he gasps, and his whole body gives a jerk.
I stare at him blankly and his face goes pure red again. I can't help it, I start laughing and he groans and tells me to shut up but I'm laughing so hard it hurts. I press my face into his neck, trying to suppress the laughter, but it doesn't work. Jokingly, he shoves my face harder into his neck, cutting off my air supply, but the air coming out of my mouth makes a farting noise against his skin which only makes me laugh harder.
"Come on, Jasper, we're supposed to be having sex here," Ethan grumbles.
"I know," I wheeze, still laughing.
"Wow, this is a great first time," he mumbles sarcastically. "So glad I amuse you."
I can't even breathe and I sit up some, trying to get composure but the look on his face kills me and I lose it again.
"You're a prick. You can forget getting a piece of my ass," he snaps at me, shoving on my chest.
"No, baby, come on," I manage, gasping for air through my laughter. "No, Ethan. I'm not laughing at you!"
"It sure feels like you are," he hisses, shoving me harder.
I cling to his thighs, trying desperately to keep my cock in his ass. I want to do this, but I can't stop laughing, because his face... Oh my God, his face is so priceless.
"Baby, please, lighten up, it was funny."
He smacks my arm then shoves my chest and I lean back some to get out of his reach partway. He's so feisty sometimes. My dick slides further into his ass as I resituate myself and his body kind of trembles while mine freezes, my eyes immediately moving down to where I'm halfway inside of his body.
"My dick is in your ass," I whisper.
"Yeah, I know! And it's not funny," he says angrily.
I try to be serious, really, I do, but I snort and start laughing again.
Ethan's jaw does the super bulgy rigid thing it always does when he's really pissed and his nostrils even flare, then he leans his head back into the bed and he just goes still. Completely still.
Yeah, that shuts me up.
"Oh, baby, come on," I beg. He doesn't respond, he ignores me, while my dick is in his ass. "You have to be able to laugh while having sex, babe, otherwise it's just not right."
Nothing. This is his form of the silent treatment and it's kind of hilarious and I want to laugh at him some more, but I feel bad now. I probably would be pissed too if I were in his place.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask regretfully. He ignores me. "I ruined your first time, love, I'm sorry. Please look at me, tell me to go fuck myself, anything."
He says nothing so I move to start pulling out and his legs cinch tight around my ass, holding me in place.
Well, well. Someone is paying more attention than they are letting on.
Guess this means I have to work for my redemption.
I lean down and kiss his tense jaw while he remains stoic. "God, your ass is so tight," I moan, right into his ear. I smirk when I see his throat bob. "Feels so good," I growl into the skin where his neck connects to his shoulder. He inhales sharply as I sink my teeth into him there lightly.
I think to myself, Yeah, this is going to be a cakewalk.
I move my mouth lower and kiss his nipple then take it into my mouth, swirling and flicking my tongue, then moving to the other. I nibble lightly at first and slowly add more pressure until I hear the sound of a muffled cry in his mouth.
I sit back on my haunches and again look at where our bodies are connected. I'm not even halfway in, but I've never seen anything hotter in my life.
My cock is in his ass.
Christ, now I do feel really bad for laughing at him.
At least I know how to make it up to him.
Very slowly, I start to ghost my fingertips over his thighs. Up and down, slow and soft. Goosebumps cover the skin of his thighs and I continue, tickling with my blunt nails, then with the pads of my fingers. His cock is already straining and hard, but I want him unbearably aroused. I want him mindless, like he makes me. I want him completely at my mercy, begging, ready to explode.
So softly, I trail my fingers up to the dips on either side of his cock. His cock jerks and his mouth opens slightly before he quickly closes it again, lips tight. Stubborn little shit.
I trace his 'V' and his hips several times, traveling as far north as the drip of pre-cum on his abs. His stomach tightens under my touch and I smear the slight wetness down. Slowly, I move my fingers lower, to the thin trail of hair, then I brush my fingers through his pubic hair, just barely touching the base of his cock. Further down, I nudge his balls with my knuckles then tease over the skin below them.
I pull my hand away and he continues to breathe heavily.
Will he or won't he?
He will.
He tilts his chin down and meets my eyes, silently asking for more. I don't look away from his eyes as I place my hand back on his thigh and blindly trace toward his cock. I drag one lone finger up his length, dipping into the slit at the tip to gather the wetness there. Eyes never leaving his own, I bring my finger to my mouth and he doesn't blink as I suck away the fluid.
I place both of my hands at his knees and again slowly start to descend, this time letting them meet in the middle. I tuck my thumbs under his balls and push downward, not stopping until my thumbs are at my own dick and I lightly trace the edge of where he is stretched around me.
"Oh, God," he breathes.
That's right.
He's completely ready to be fucked.
I press my hips forward and start to slide in without much resistance. He widens his legs and shudders, trying like hell to keep his head up to look at me.
I don't want him to have to think, so I drop my eyes to my fingers on his taut skin, breaking the gaze for him.
As my thighs meet his, buried to the hilt, he moans long and low, using his feet for leverage as he grinds against me.
That's my boy.
"Feels so good," I tell him again.
He whimpers a 'yes' in return.
I lean down over him and he wraps his legs around my thighs, rocking his ass on my dick, and thus grinding his dick into my stomach. I'm not going to be able to stay like this or he's going to cum right away. But I have to kiss him.
I kiss his chin first, asking permission since I know he might still be mad at me, but he doesn't hesitate, greedily kissing me, sucking at my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
"Oh, God, Jasper," he groans.
Just you wait.
With a parting kiss, I sit back on my haunches and unwrap his thighs from me, keeping one in each hand as I pull out then thrust back in.
His head whips up off the bed and he stares at me as I do it again, fucking him. He watches as I again and again thrust into him, then I tilt my hips and pray my aim is still as good as it ever was and he sobs and falls back to the bed as I trust forward and hit his prostate. It seems I haven't forgotten.
I keep up the new angle and he writhes on the bed, twisting and arching and making the best sounds I've ever heard. His hands reach for his cock, but I don't let him.
I think he expected as much because instead of getting angry, he just grips onto my hands for dear life and lets me have my way.
And have my way, I do. Occasionally I free up one of my hands to give him a few hard strokes, and every time his toes curl, and he gets all expectant, and makes his 'almost there' face, then I back off and hold his hand again and put everything I have into fucking him. I know the minute he cums, I'm going to as well. There's no way in hell I'll last through watching him lose it, feeling him orgasm on me. The thought of watching him cum all over my hand while I fuck him deep and feel him pulse around me, that shit is good enough to damn near get me off.
"Oh, yes, Jasper, please, please," he begs.
Callie snuffles around on the floor and I'm distracted for about five seconds too long and Ethan is moaning at the top of his lungs. He yanks me down to him and my hand is trapped between us on his cock, and he never stops moaning as he attempts to kiss me and I continue to thrust.
He's going to cum.
"Uh, Jas, gonna cum," he confirms with a shout.
His legs lock down tight around the backs of my legs, pinning me to him as he moans louder and louder and I put all the strength I have into pulling out and slamming back into him.
Once. He clamps down on me.
Twice. His cock somehow grows harder between us.
Thrice. His entire body goes still and his mouth drops open but no sound comes out.
He erupts, quite literally. His cock gushes wet warmth over our stomach and his muscles throb hard and fast as he cums. I hear nothing as I pulse inside of him and I'm not sure if he's gone silent or if I've just gone deaf. It feels so good to cum inside of him, but my orgasm is frankly overshadowed by his. I know exactly what he's feeling and I'm so proud I gave that to him. I did that.
Sound comes roaring back with a loud gasp of breath from Ethan. I take my dick out of him though he's still clenching and he whimpers at the loss. He came so much we're both smeared with it up to our chests with some threatening to run down onto my bed, so I quickly grab tissues and start cleaning up the both of us, ridding myself of the condom while I'm at it.
Ethan mumbles something that sounds vaguely like, "I love you and your skills."
He rolls over and grabs onto a pillow, curling his arms around it.
I smirk and shake my head, sliding in beside him.
"I love you," I whisper, kissing his pouty lips.
He mumbles again and throws his arm over my back.
"I love you," I repeat.
I wake up to a shift of the bed and I roll over in search of Ethan's missing warmth. I crack an eye as I hear him groan and I feel equal parts amused and sympathetic as he grimaces and clutches at his ass.
Poor boy.
He mouths, "Ow," silently and his eyebrows knit together.
He catches me watching him then and his face goes red.
I smile lightly and slide from under the covers, walking straight to him, and kiss him lightly before I take one of his hands and lead him to the bathroom.
I start the tub and he gratefully steps in, sinking into the warm water. Callie whines at the bathroom door and I tell Ethan I'll be right back as I take Callie out.
He looks asleep when I return and the only thing that tells me he's not is the way his lips quirk up at the corners when he hears me enter.
Neither of us say a word as he watches me rummage around in the bathroom cupboard. I break the silence by saying, "Put this on after you dry off."
He eyes the tube curiously then tosses it away in horror.
I laugh and reach behind me to pat Callie's head as she follows me out of the bathroom, leaving Ethan to his hot bath and ass cream.