Page 47 of Switch Pitching

Nope. I’m still rock hard as Ethan works his warm, talented mouth along me, saturating my cock and making me squirm like I’m being exorcised. Because that’s what it feels like. Ethan is wresting my release out, every flick of his tongue along my shaft dragging me closer and closer to the edge, every firm twist of his hand making me lose my mind just a bit more.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Whatever you do, don’t stop. This is fucking insane.”

But then he does.

Ethan releases my dick with a crisp pop, and it slaps against my stomach. The feeling of his mouth is gone, and I’m left wanting, no,cravingit back.

And then he returns, planting teasing, frustratingly gentle kisses along my shaft. My breath catches in my throat, waiting for Ethan to take me into his mouth again.

When he circles the tip with his tongue, I glance down and see Ethan looking up at me, his green eyes hooded with lust. I slam my own eyes shut and grit my teeth. This is too much.

“Come on,” I plead through a breathless sigh. “Give it to me. Please.”

Without a word, Ethan complies, relaxing his jaw and taking me all the way back until the short, trimmed hairs at the base of my cock brush against his upper lip.

My shaft starts to pulse, and my balls tighten as the pressure in my core starts to build steadily. Heat radiates out from mygroin all throughout my body as I inch closer and closer to the point of no return.

“Ethan.” I cry out as he starts to fondle my balls. “I’m gonna?—”

My muscles clench as the first burst of my release rips out of me, shooting into Ethan’s soft mouth. I let out a strangled yell, my body melting into the mattress, the force of my orgasm burning through every vein, every capillary. Ethan’s throat gently squeezes my dick, caressing the last of my load out of me.

This post-orgasm high ishigh, and I’m floating without a care in the world. My brain is out of commission, and my breaths are heavy. For some reason, I find myself smiling, no, laughing, and I cover my face so Ethan doesn’t get the wrong idea.

The last thing I want is for Ethan to think that I’m laughing at him.

His voice cuts through the foggy blur in my head. “James,” he calls out.

Slowly, I bring my arms down and meet his intense gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asks, with an edge to his voice.

He isn’t trying to be funny, but I burst into full-on laughter. I can’t help it.

“Jesus fuck,” I sputter. “That was fucking wild, holy shit.”

“Are you okay, though?”

I close my eyes. “Oh yeah. Doing great,” I say, latching onto a pillow and hugging it tight.

Calm, quiet darkness floods my mind, and I try to fight off the looming tiredness. Falling asleep after mind-blowing sex is a dick move, but it’s no use. I sink into the mattress and just like that, it’s lights out for me.

Gasping, I jolt upright.

This isn’t my room.

Of course it isn’t.

I know I didn’t have anything to drink yesterday, but my head is spinning.

Yeah.

Last night was interesting. Awesome, for sure, but I don’t know what to make of it.

Until last night, I’ve been completely sure of myself and my identity. I always thought of myself as straight. Like, I’m definitely into girls and I rolled with that without even giving dudes a second thought. I’ve been tight with guys in the past, but I don’t remember ever wanting to maul them like I did with Ethan last night.

And I really, really want to maul him again. Last night was easily some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Nothing compares to the head that Ethan gave me. Talk about explosive, holy crap. Just thinking about his mouth closing around my dick is making me hard again. He unlocked things that I didn’t know I was capable of experiencing.

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair while trying to make sense of everything. My heart races as I grapple with the weight of what all this means, while my core burns with the memory of last night’s sex.

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