Page 103 of Rare Blend
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I was feeling overly confident, but now that I’m on my knees in front of him, some of that confidence is waning. This is a big step, a giant leap from some heavy kissing and a little hand action. If we do this, there really is no going back. But maybe I don’t want to go back. Maybe I’m done trying to convince myself that I don’t want this man with every fiber of my being.
“Marisa,” he says softly. Gone is the commanding man, and back ismyEthan. The version of him reserved for me. “You don’t have to?—”
I don’t second guess it. I undo his button and rip down his zipper. He sucks in a sharp breath as my hand wraps around his cock over his tented boxer briefs. In one swift motion, I pull down his jeans and boxers, and his cock springs free, fully erect, hardened, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. And fuck, is it massive, just inches from my face. Now I’m nervous for an entirely different reason.
“Eyes up here, baby.”
My eyes shift from his cock up to those hooded hazels. He looks drugged, barely restraining himself. I keep my focus trained on him as I open up my mouth and take him, going as far as I can until his tip is down my throat. Ethan’s head falls back, and he groans.
“Holy fuck.” His voice is a moaning whisper, husky and shaky. And it’s because of me. Because he’s entirely bound by my will. Right now, I own him.
As my mouth bobs, I use one hand to pump him and the other to gently caress his balls. His hands tangle in my hair, gripping it roughly. He tugs on it and flexes his hips, fucking my face. Breathing through my nose, I try to take him deeper, and my nose gets flooded with his musky scent that forces a moan out of me. The sound vibrates up my throat.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” He sounds equally turned on and shocked, as if no one could ever enjoy this.
I drop my hand from his balls, unbutton my pants, and start touching myself. I was already wet from the naughty wine tasting, but now I’m soaked.
Ethan’s surprised eyes look down at me in complete amazement.
I jerk my head faster, pumping and twisting his base with my hand, all the while never breaking eye contact.
“Your mouth feels too good, baby,” he grits. “I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.”
His words only encourage me to move even faster.
“Fuuuuuck,” he drags.
With a deep breath, I pass the point I thought I could take him and go deeper. My eyes water, and a lewd choking sound comes up my throat. “That’s it, baby, choke on my cock like a good girl.”
His filthy words cause my pussy to throb, and I start grinding my hips, chasing relief.
“I’m close. Pull away now if you don’t want me to finish in your mouth.”
I do the opposite and maintain my pace. Seconds later, his cock is twitching and jerking, his cum spilling into my mouth. The moaning that escapes him is feral and animalistic, and I fucking love it. When he’s done, he slowly releases his cock from my mouth, but I remain on my knees, teary-eyed. When our eyes meet, I drop open my mouth to show him his cum sitting on my tongue.
He crouches down and drags his thumb along my jaw. “Holy shit,” he says softly, drawing in a breath. “You look so good with a mouthful of cum. Now swirl it around in your mouth before you swallow.”
I do as I’m told, just like I did with the wine, and make an exaggerated, audible swallow.
“Where did you come from?” he says in disbelief.
He crushes his mouth to mine, obviously not caring that he can taste himself. The kiss is blazing and intense. It’s a thank you. He pulls me closer, and I wind my hands around his neck.
Slowly, he drags us to a standing position and pulls away from our kiss, leaning his forehead against mine. “That was the best blow job of my life.” His breath fans my damp lips.
I giggle quietly and take a step back. So much just happened. My mind is reeling. With my head down and back turned, I hear Ethan zip up his pants.
A pit of insecurity forms in my stomach. Dread creeps in where I once felt powerful. Was that too much? Does he think less of me now that I’ve sucked his dick without so much as a date? I feel like that stupid archaic saying about buying the cow and free milk. I don’t know where to go from here or what this means?—
Soft lips meet the exposed skin on my shoulder and start littering light kisses. Instantly, the tension drops and my head flops to the side. His lips work their way up to my ear, and his warm breath tickles me.
“Now sit on the bar and spread those thighs. We’re not leaving this room until I get to taste you.”
CHAPTER 37
Ethan
