Page 107 of When We Ignite
Ethan rolled his eyes and pushed me back firmly, cutting me off. He straddled my lap, pressing his hands against my shoulders to keep me down. “I’m not a fucking glass ornament. Stop treating me like I’m going to break. I want to try it—I just don’t want to mess it up. So show me how,” he demanded, his voice resolute.
His bravado, or maybe the lingering effects of a drink or two, was endearing. It reminded me of my first time—the equal parts fear and excitement coursing through me.
I ran my thumb along his flushed cheek and nodded. “Okay then,” I said softly, savoring the way his cheeks darkened even further.
Ethan slid off my lap, settling between my legs as I leaned back against the pillows. I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking slowly, and his gaze dropped. His lips parted slightly, apprehension flickering in his expression, but there was no fear—just determination.
“Come closer, pet,” I said, testing the waters.
Ethan arched an eyebrow in disapproval. “Anything but that,” he shot back, earning a laugh from me. Shaking his head, he moved closer, placing his palms on my thighs, his body language relaxing just a touch.
“But it’s so fitting,” I teased, watching as he mock-glared, tightening his grip in warning.
He glanced down at me, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched my hand.
“Do you like it when I do it?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“What?”
“When I suck you off—do you like it?” I clarified, holding his gaze.
“That’s pretty obvious, Ash,” he said, a faint smile curving his lips.
“We’ve got the same equipment, darling. Try to copy me. Think of what you liked and do the same for me. It’s that simple,” I encouraged.
Ethan shifted closer, determination returning. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and reached for me, pushing my hand away as he wrapped his fingers around me. I leaned back, folding my arms behind my head, and watched as he leaned down tentatively. His lips parted, and that first hesitant lick against my cock was barely there—but the sight alone had me throbbing.
He did it again, this time with a little more confidence. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he realized it wasn’t so bad—that it didn’t taste like anything—and that maybe, just maybe, he could get into it. Then his eyes flicked up to mine, holding my gaze steadily as he ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of my cock, from base to head. Ethan was too fucking attractive for his own good.
“Is that good?” he asked, that same little smile tugging at his lips, his pale-blue eyes glinting with something close to mischief. He was starting to realize the effect he had on me—and gaining confidence because of it.
“That’s perfect, pet. Keep going,” I said, a grin pulling at my own lips as his jaw tightened at the nickname.
He shook his head but repeated the motion, slower this time, clearly aiming to tease. I reached for his face, cupping his jaw and running my thumb across his lips. “Just like the first time we kissed,” I told him. He nodded, letting my thumb slide over his tongue. He sucked lightly, and I nodded again. “Just like that.”
Ethan shifted, adjusting his position as he knelt on the bed, balancing his weight on one hand beside my hip. His other hand stroked me a few more times, his nervousness blending with genuine excitement. I thought it would take him longer to get comfortable, but Ethan’s boldness broke through as he leaned down and took me in his mouth. His lips wrapped around the head, and he sucked gently. I hummed in approval. He paused, adjusted his grip, and did it again, this time taking me a little deeper, his tongue swirling with deliberate care.
He looked incredible. His flushed cheeks hollowed as he set a tentative rhythm, moving slowly, trying to find his pace.
“Ethan,” I murmured.
He stopped instantly, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. Use your hand too. Keep doing exactly what you’re doing, but let your hand work with your mouth,” I explained. He nodded, following my instructions without hesitation. I groaned as he worked over me, his hand and mouth in sync. “That’s it, darling. You’re doing so well,” I encouraged, my voice thick with pleasure. He attempted to take me deeper, drawing another low moan from me. “You don’t have to go faster,” I told him. “Just keep steady. Grab me a little harder if it feels right.”
Ethan’s mouth felt like pure heaven. As he grew more confident, he sucked harder, his hand gripping me firmly. The spit dripping down to his hand made the slide effortless, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him—the flex of his shoulders, the way his lips reddened and glistened, the faint sheen on his skin. Every inch of him was intoxicating.
Finally, he came up for air, his hand continuing to stroke me as he glanced up.
“You’re a natural,” I teased, grinning when he chuckled.
“Tell me what you like.”
“Watching you,” I said honestly.
“I’m serious, Ash. What gets you off?” he pressed.
“Watching you,” I repeated, and his exasperated look made me smile. “I mean it. I love watching you, and I fucking love hearing you too. You get me off,” I admitted, watching his expression soften.
