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I frowned.
“How so?”
“Well, now I’m not in a rush to get off again,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my earlobe. “I can take my time on you... I can keep you hanging on all night if I want to.”
I shivered.
My cock was already screaming for release. It was borderline uncomfortable, but his words sent a thrill through me. The idea of him keeping me on edge for hours, making me come apart entirely sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
“Mm,” he moaned, holding me tighter, “it seems like you like that idea.”
I swallowed, still couldn’t find a word to say, and simply nodded.
“Upstairs,” he said, releasing me.
We made it to his bedroom in record time. Ethan flicked on the bedside lamp and I had enough time to look around, take in the large area curtained off for the window, the door that lead to an ensuite, and his king-size bed before I realized he was pulling his clothes off.
His shirt hit the floor and his eyes met mine as he started to undo his pants.
He pushed them down, and I was finally able to see what I’d had in my mouth minutes ago. His cock lay limp and heavy between lean, muscular thighs. His narrow hips and the whisper of hair down his legs and over his firm chest made my stomach somersault with want.
“What do you think?” he asked.
The confidence in his voice and the smirk on his face suggested that he could already tell what I thought, but I lifted my chin and answered.
“You’re really hot,” I said honestly.
“Yeah?” he asked taking a step toward me. “Let me see you now.”
I let out a breathy laugh.
“You already saw me naked.”
He chuckled, reaching for my jeans while I pulled my shirt over my head.
“I want to see you again.”
He pushed my pants down, letting out a breath when my cock sprang free.
I looked down at the obscene sight, flushed with blood and wet with precome.
Ethan groaned.
“Looks like you need some help with that, right now.”
He reached down, wrapping a hand around my length and giving me a long slow push that made my toes curl.
I shuddered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders for support as he kept going.
His arm went around my waist, offering more stability while his speed increased.
His lips found my neck, sucking and biting while he jerked me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, unable and unwilling to hold it in any longer.
He bit down on my shoulder, sucking the skin between his lips, but didn’t stop or slow down.
Just as my balls tightened, ready for release, he suddenly let go.
