Page 73 of Catch
With Ethan, I feel unexpectedly wild and yet totally safe at the same time. It’s a heady combination.
“Come for me, baby. Please.”
“Ethan,” I groan as the orgasm rips into me, the pleasure all-consuming.
My body jerks hard as I unleash my load all over the sink and even the floor. Then I watch as Ethan takes his dick in hand, using my cum to masturbate. Oh God, my hockey player is a filthy boy.
Mine?
“Jett, goddamn it, so hot.” Ethan grunts as his forearm tenses. “Oh fuck, fuck!”
I feel the hot lash of his cum on my ass cheeks, but I can’t take my eyes off Ethan.
“My legs… I can’t feel them,” I admit as I hold on to the sink to keep from falling.
“Same,” he pants. “That was… the hottest sex… in the history of ever.”
“You said that last time,” I tease.
“Well, we topped it.”
“Next time, I want you to top me,” I confess. Jesus, my knees are about to give out. “I want you to come in my ass.”
Ethan jerks, and I feel another lash of cum on my already sticky skin.
“Yes.” Ethan licks his lips. “I want to be your first. Your only.”
My heart stutters, but it’s foolish because he’s talking about sex.
Both of us collapse against each other and the sink, trying to catch our breath. After a while, I turn on the water and wash my hands, but when I reach for paper towels to clean the rest of me, Ethan swats my ass. Hard. The sting makes my cock jerk, and fuck, that turns me on too.
“Hey!” I protest.
“I said no washing up,” Ethan commands as he rubs his cum into my skin.
“You can’t be serious.”
Before I can protest, he pulls my shorts up over my ass and yanks my T-shirt back down.
“Ethan, what the hell?”
“I told you, you’re going back out there smelling like my spunk. I want everyone to know you belong to me. Especially that guy from U Conn.”
“His name is Reese. And there’s nothing going on there.”
Ethan responds with what I assume is a displeased grunt, and for some reason I want to laugh. Renner was possessive of me too, but in a “you’re not capable and I am, so let me lead” kind of way. I found his behavior irritating even though I said nothing. Much like my horse, Whiskey, I chomped at the bit every time Renner tried to rein me in. Another red flag I ignored.
But with Ethan, it’s different. I don’t feelless than. Instead,his possessive attitude hits all the right buttons. The ones that love a challenge. And I’m not afraid to push back.
Ethan crowds around me, resting his chin on my shoulder while he reaches forward to wash his hands. I like this too. His affectionate nature isn’t something I noticed before, but I can’t deny it now. He trails teasing kisses up my neck, and I turn my head, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. I can’t get enough of them. Of him.
“Come to my hockey practice,” he whispers.
“I said I would.”
He doesn’t break eye contact, smiling at me while he pulls back, wipes his hands, and tucks his cock in his jeans.
“But like this?”
