Page 117 of Playing for Keeps
Despite all the sex we’d had, we’d never done that. But I’d been thinking about it for a while now.
Ethan’s eyes widened. “You want that?”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s not something I’ve done much of.” I scratched my nose, suddenly awkward.
I was fairly sure my reluctance to bottom was all about not wanting to give up control. But with Ethan, it was different.
Everything was different with Ethan.
“But if that’s something you’re into, then I think we should do it,” I continued.
“Generally I’m very on board with the concept of sticking my dick into you.”
“You make it sound so romantic.”
“Oh, you want romance, do you?” His voice was playful. “How about roses are red, violets are blue, my balls are blue too…because it’s time to screw.”
“I think every poet in history just turned over in their grave. In fact, I’m certain some have risen from the grave as zombies just to prevent you from ever making up poetry again.”
He laughed and I leaned forward to kiss him again. This was the problem I had with Ethan. I always wanted my lips to be on some part of him.
Our kiss ramped up and then Ethan scooted down my body, taking my cock into the wet heat of his mouth. He stroked at the sensitive skin under my balls then tentatively reached back further to circle my hole.
I gave a deep groan. “You want me to blow before you even get inside?”
Ethan drew back, wiping his mouth with his hand.
“I thought I was the one doing all of the blowing right then?”
I rolled my eyes and Ethan chuckled.
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of this. How sex with Ethan could veer from hot to emotional to funny and right back again in the blink of an eye.
I used the break in contact between us to grab a condom and lube, then I lay down on the bed.
Ethan’s eyes flared as he finished stripping off his clothes. He lay down next to me and resumed kissing me, those warm lips on mine as his hands trailed down my body.
There was a look of concentration on his face as he opened me up, his eyes darkening with lust with every moan I made.
But when he positioned himself over me, I found myself tensing.
“Relax, it’s just me,” he whispered.
I exhaled. Because he was right—although there was no “just” about it. This wasEthan.He already owned me in every possible way.
I surged up to claim his mouth and we kissed sweetly before he drew back, resting on his arms as he started to push inside.
Fuck. Feeling Ethan inch his way inside me was like nothing I’d ever experienced. There was the pinch and burn I expected, but it was countered by the fact I got to see his expression. His look of concentration that was slowly replaced by wonder.
My pulse hammered as he bottomed out.
Ethan clenched his eyes closed, the muscles in his neck cording. “Fuck…Luke…”
“Pretty sure that’s what you’re doing,” I panted out.
Ethan snapped his eyes open. He huffed out a laugh. “God I lo…” he trailed off, but I was fairly sure I could fill in the rest of the sentence.
My heart pounded even harder but my gaze didn’t leave his. “Yeah.”
