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If there was anyone I could trust to make me feel good and take all my troubles away, it was Ethan. The fact that it was him was comforting and as soon as I agreed, every bit of defense and resistance I had, melted out of me.
I gave myself over completely. Hopefully, he knew I would follow his every word, wherever it would lead me.
CHAPTER8
ETHAN
I knewI shouldn’t be doing what I was doing.
Jaime was vulnerable and desperate for support, and I was a celebrity to him. He looked up to me and admired me; that much had been clear from the get-go.
Yet here I was, pushing his shoulders back until he got the idea and let his head fall onto the back of the couch, his eyes swooping shut.
He was even sexier than I’d let myself think. The line of his jaw, his neck, the warm, solid tone of his skin. I bent forward, nipping his Adam’s apple and relishing the way he gasped. When I took his hands and spread them out over the back of the sofa, he didn’t even try to move them. In fact he went with every movement, like a doll, letting me position him just how I wanted.
I regretted that I’d left his t-shirt on, but I didn’t want to stop now when he was sopliable.
My stomach dropped.
When he’d first kissed me, I’d wanted it at the same time that I had been annoyed by it. The second that I’d realized he really wanted me though… I swallowed.
I wouldn’t take advantage—okay, maybe it was too late for that, but I wasn’t about to back away now. I couldn't walk away.
But I also wouldn’t push it. I would do what I’d said and get him off. The thought made me groan in anticipation, and his cock, still trapped in his clothes, moved in response.
Unable to stop myself, I gripped the waistband of his jeans and dropped down over the mound, parting my lips softly on top, not applying enough pressure to really give him anything as I exhaled, warming him.
His entire body shuddered, but I kept going, heating his cock until a whine tore from his throat and his hips jerked up, desperate for more.
I held him down a moment longer, being even more of a bastard by giving himsomething, just not what he wanted by gently dragging my teeth over the fabric there. He stilled, but when I glanced up, his chest was rising and falling hard and fast.
Swallowing, I pulled back, taking Jaime’s jeans down with me. He lifted his hips to help but didn’t otherwise move. His eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were clenched. I almost wanted to apologize for teasing him, but instead, I couldn’t help taking a moment just to look at him. Seeing him spread out in front of me like a gift that I got to play with made me feelpowerful.
His knees were splayed, his cock hard and decently big. More than a mouthful, I thought, and my mouth watered in anticipation.
The moment my lips touched his cock, it twitched and precome spurted from the tip. Unable to resist, I took it into my mouth. We both moaned as I sucked it clean.
I had to force myself off when more suddenly splashed into my mouth.
Jaime was trembling, making soft, almost distressed sounds every time he exhaled. He was so fucking cute and sexy at the same time. How was it that I still felt an overwhelming desire to protect him even while I was fucking him?
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered, trailing my fingers over his thighs, his hips, up his waist—anywhere but his cock. I wanted to drag this out.
“Yeah?” he gasped.
“Mmhm.”
I tweaked his nipples, then did it again when he twitched and gasped.
It was easy to take this slow. I was already dreading it ending, dreading walking to my car with a raging, untouched hard-on. But this wasn’t about me. Later, when Jaime came down from this sleepless, stressed haze that he lived in, I hoped he wouldn’t feel like I’d taken advantage of him. I was the older gay man who spent the day buying him things. but all I could do was trust that he had meant what he said about being attracted to me.
“Please,” he suddenly whispered, twisting his hips back toward my mouth.
“Not yet,” I whispered, but slid a hand around the base, squeezing while I pressed a hot kiss to the frenulum.
He cried out, finally collapsing from his position, spread out on the couch, curling in toward me instead, his hands clasping the back of my neck with sudden strength.
“Please,” he groaned into my hair. “Keep sucking me.”
