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I gasped, hips jerking after him automatically as a bit of come splashed from the tip.
He let out a deep moan but didn’t grip my cock again. When an embarrassingly desperate noise left my throat, he gripped me by the hips with his strong hands and steered me toward the bed.
“Ethan,” I gasped. “What the hell?”
He pressed his forehead to mine, gaze serious.
“I told you I was going to make you last as long as I could, didn’t I?”
Suddenly his words from before seemed more foreboding. Still, my heart raced with excitement.
He pushed me back gently.
“Lay down baby, spread out.”
Hands and knees shaking, I crawled onto his bed, getting to the pillows before lying flat on my back, spreading my legs like he wanted me to.
“Grab onto the railing,” Ethan instructed.
He was pulling his shaft now. It was half hard again and looked almost as big as it had felt in my mouth.
I reached up, gripping the cold metal as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.
Fuck, he was a sight perched there, his cock in his hand and mine left neglected in front of him.
Finally, he released himself, and reached down, hooking his hands under my knees and lifting them so that my feet were perched on the mattress.
“You look so good,” he said, stroking my thighs. “I love having you here.”
My hips lifted, despite myself.
Smirking, he pressed me flat to the bed, carefully not touching my cock.
His hands traced lower, skating over my balls and taint before circling my hole.
I clenched in anticipation, but he moved his hand away, bending down instead. Before I could process what he was about to do, his tongue was on me, licking with long strokes before plunging in.
I gasped, pulling away at the strange sensation. He didn’t let me go far, gripping my hips and pulling me back down to meet his mouth as he started again, kissing me down there until I wasn’t sure it felt weird anymore.
My entire body was hot. My cock felt useless, twitching and aching between us while he speared me repeatedly with his tongue, moaning in pleasure. When he swirled his tongue around, stretching me out, all I could do was hang on tight and ride the wave as it turned into intense pleasure.
I groaned, pressing down, suddenly desperate for more.
Almost immediately, something thicker entered me. I gasped, looking down to see the way Ethan’s arm pumped as he fingered me, his tongue still just inside, alongside the digit. When he slid another finger inside, he lifted enough to see my face, slowly shaking his head.
“Damn,” he whispered, “you’re so cute like this.”
I was powerless to answer, clinging to the metal headboard and looking at him while my cock wept and soft keening noises were pulled out of me.
My thighs were shaking, cock bobbing every time his fingers thrust against my prostate. If it was possible, I thought I might come if he kept doing that. I was so close that even the heat of his breath would get me there if he tried that thing from the last time again.
He was fully hard now and so much bigger than I’d realized he was. In the car, sitting with so little room, I clearly hadn’t realized just how much was still buried in the flaps of his boxers. No wonder he walked around with so much confidence.
Ethan caught me watching it and his free hand went down, clasping his length.
“You ready for all this, Jaime?” he asked.
I didn’t know but I found myself nodding.
