Page 123 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
"Yes," I encourage, hammering into him now, chasing our release. "Want to feel you come on my cock. Want to watch you."
His back arches, body tensing beneath me as he pushes himself over the edge. "Tyler!" he cries out, his release spurting between us, coating both our stomachs in hot streaks.
The sight of him coming, combined with the incrediblepressure of his body clenching around me, is too much. I grasp his hips, pulling him as tight against me as physically possible, and follow him over with a few more deep, hard thrusts.
"Ethan," I groan, burying myself completely as my orgasm washes through me, vision blurring at the edges from the intensity.
Afterward, I collapse on top of him, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. "Sorry," I mumble, aware that I must be crushing him, but unable to coordinate my limbs just yet.
Ethan's arms wrap around me, keeping me in place when I try to shift. "Don't move," his voice lazy and satisfied. "Love feeling you inside me. Love your weight on me."
Pressing kisses to his shoulder, his neck, anywhere I can reach without moving too much. "Didn't hurt you, did I? Got a bit carried away at the end."
He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "In case my extremely vocal appreciation wasn't clear, that was exactly what I needed." His fingers trail up and down my back, gentle after the urgency of moments before. "I think we might have announced our reconciliation to anyone who walked past your room, though."
A groan escapes, though I can't bring myself to care too much who might have heard us. "Let them talk. I'm not ashamed of how you make me feel."
Ethan's embrace tightens at that, and I feel a slight tremor pass through him. Concerned, I push up enough to see his face. A single tear has escaped, trailing down his temple.
"Hey," I say softly, brushing it away with my thumb. "What's this about?"
"Happy tears," he assures me, though his voice catches. "Just... that's exactly it. You've never been ashamed of me, ofus. Not once. Even when everyone was watching and judging."
Carefully, I pull out from his body, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation, and shift to lie beside him, pulling him into my arms. "Of course not. Why would I be ashamed of the best thing that's ever happened to me?"
He tucks his head under my chin, fitting against me perfectly. "Ryan was," he says quietly. "Ashamed, I mean. That's why he kept us a secret. He didn't want anyone to know he was with a guy."
The admission fuels a slow-burning anger, not just at Ryan for making Ethan feel like something to hide, but also at myself for not fully understanding until now. "Is that why you reacted so strongly to the photos? Because you thought I was ashamed, too?"
Ethan nods against my chest. "Part of it, I think. It was like confirmation of my deepest fear, that I wasn't enough for you to be satisfied with just me. That you needed a girl too. That you were using me to experiment until you went back to what was 'normal.'"
Pulling back enough to look him in the eyes, I need him to see my sincerity. "Ethan, there's nothing experimental about what I feel for you. Yes, I'm still figuring out my sexuality, but my feelings for you? Those are the clearest things in my life."
His lips curve into a small smile. "I know that now. I should have known it then."
"The photos looked really convincing," I acknowledge. "I might have reacted the same way if I'd found pictures of you with someone else."
"Still," he sighs. "I should have trusted you."
"We're past that," kissing his forehead to remind and reassure him. "All that matters is where we go from here."
Ethan shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. "And where is that? Where do we go from here?"
It's a big question, one that deserves a thoughtful answer. "Forward," I say simply. "Together. One day at a time."
His finger traces patterns on my chest, his expression thoughtful. "I'd like that. The together part." He hesitates, then continues. "Was Drew serious? About me pledging the fraternity?"
The question surprises me. "I think so. Would you want to?"
"Maybe," he admits. "Not because I need to be a 'frat boy,' but because... they're your family here. And they seem like good guys. Even Caleb might be, eventually."
"They are good guys," I agree. "And they already love you. Especially after that entrance today." I grin, remembering the shock on everyone's faces, mine included, when he strutted into the car wash in those tiny shorts and heels.
Ethan groans, burying his face in my shoulder. "Don't remind me. That outfit was Sylas's idea. He said if I was going to humble myself, I might as well look hot doing it."
"Mission accomplished," I assure him, running a hand down his side. "Though I'm glad I got you away from all those hungry looks."
"Possessive," he teases, but his pleased smile tells me he doesn't mind.
