Page 72 of Catch
“Now, Jett.”
His demand should piss me off but all it does is turn me on. I stand up and he takes my hand, pulling me after him, walking me through the restaurant.
Only, we’re not headed back to the patio to join the others. We’re going down the narrow hallway to the bathroom.
“Ethan, where are we?—”
He pushes the bathroom door open and shoves me inside. When he steps in after me, he locks the door and leans against it.
“Ethan.”
Before I can blink, he cups my face and kisses me furiously, his lips and tongue taking ownership of mine. He eats at my mouth, devouring me, and it’s so fucking hot. God, every kiss with him is better than the last.
I can’t help but slide my hands down to grab his ass cheeks, grinding my body against his, feeling him shudder when our cocks brush against each other. Even through the layers of clothing, I can feel every ridge of his body. And I can taste his desperation, or is it mine? His touch obliterates rational thought, leaving me boneless and breathless.
“Turn around,” he rasps. “Take off your shorts and show me that hot fucking ass.”
Something wild and wicked takes hold of me. I scrambleto do as he says, turning to face the mirror and shoving my shorts down to my thighs. The cool air on my skin makes me shiver as I bend over and grab hold of the porcelain sink with both hands, offering up my ass to him. My cock is hard and curled up against my stomach.
“Look at you. So goddamn sexy.” He moans as he reaches for me, squeezing my ass. “Fuck your fist, Jett.”
His bossy demands make my cock harder, and my balls ache so badly that I want to scream. Without pause, I spit in my right hand and start jerking off. Ethan lets out a deep groan that reverberates in the tiny bathroom, and I lick my swollen lips and stare at him in the mirror. He’s so hot like this, eating me up with his eyes, and I can’t look away. With a quick motion, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his long, thick cock, the head red and leaking precum.
“I’m going to come all over your gorgeous ass, and you’re going to walk out of here smelling like me.”
“Oh fuck, Ethan.”
“But first,” he whispers and leans over to kiss my neck. “You’re gonna be a dirty boy and paint the sink with your cum.”
His bare cock brushes the crease of my ass, and I push back, wanting more. I want him in my ass. Fuck that, I need to feel him everywhere. Next time, please God, let there be a next time.
“Someone might be outside right now listening to you getting off,” he teases, his lips brushing my ear. “They can hear you, but they can’t touch you. And you know why? Because you’re mine, Jett. You’re fucking mine.”
The possessive bite to Ethan’s words makes my balls draw up tight as my hand works faster, shuttling over my cock at a frantic pace. He slides one hand up under my shirt and tweaks my nipple, making me cry out.
“Aren’t you, Jett?”
There’s no point in lying or denying.
“Yes.”
Ethan groans.
“Look at me when you come.”
I stare at his reflection and those deep, dark eyes that I can’t escape. I can’t look away.
“I’m… almost… there,” I confess, my breath hitching as I stroke myself faster, harder, needing to come so fucking badly.
My climax is racing toward the finish line at an embarrassingly fast clip, but I don’t care. It’s too good to stop.
“Next time, you’re gonna come all over me,” Ethan growls. “I want to taste it.”
“Fuck.”
Ethan wraps his hand around mine, guiding my strokes. I stare at our reflection in the mirror, and it’s so hot that I don’t quite believe it’s real.
“Jett, I need you to come for me.”
