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It would be generous to say I lasted another sixty seconds before grunting out a warning and Ethan humming while swallowing my load. I yanked off the blindfold to watch him. Ihadto see him—needed that confirmation, and fuck, did I get it. His eyes were closed in ecstasy as he helped me ride out my orgasm, reaching between his legs and jerking furiously.

“Fuck my mouth. Please.Please.Need it.” I pulled at his shoulders.

Ethan’s tongue darted out to dab at the corner of his mouth before scrambling up my body, straddling my chest, and teasing my lips with the head of his dick.

I opened my mouth, but he didn’t push in. I begged him with my eyes to give me what I desperately needed. He’d given me everything else.Don’t stop now.If I could give him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given me, I needed to. Iwantedto. I might be new to kink, but I wasn’t new to sucking cock. I knew some tricks.

He teased his crown around my lips, letting me taste how turned on he was. Desperate and beyond begging, I reached around, cupped his cheeks, dug my fingers into his crack, and pulled him into my mouth.

A surprised grunt escaped him as he scrambled to balance and slammed his palm against the wall. He didn’t hold back on thrusting in as far as I could take him. I let my middle fingers graze his hole as I held on.

“You look fucking incredible with my dick in your mouth.” Sweat dripped down his temples.

I moaned and doubled my efforts. I needed a taste of him. Needed my reward.

Moments later, Ethan warned me before spilling down my throat and easing the thrust of his hips until he jerked and pulled out. He paused, and I craned my neck to kiss the head of his cock before dropping back and letting my eyes fall closed. I would’ve bet fifty bucks the grin on my face would fall in the middle of a Venn Diagram between goofy and blissed.

CHAPTER 18

ETHAN

I collapsed next to Parker and gave myself a few moments to catch my breath before giving him all my attention.Damn.Imight need some aftercare after that. I was hard-pressed to think of another scene that had been so sexy, so satisfying, so fulfilling. Watching Parker fall apart? Letting me give him what he needed? Responding so perfectly to my every touch? How he demanded I fuck his face?Sign me up for more of this.It would fuel my jerk-off fantasies for years.

I turned my head to check on him and found him staring at the ceiling, a blissed smile stretching his face.

He turned toward me. “You good?”

I laughed. “I’m supposed to ask you that.”

He frowned. “Shouldn’t we ask each other?”

My throat dried. I had to swallow a few times before I could speak. “Fair enough.” I wasn’t used to someone caring about me in return. I’d given up on ever expecting it. Someone who cared about making sure I was taken care of as much as them, regardless of our scene dynamics.

“I’m really fucking good. You?”

“Also really fucking good.”

“Aren’t we eloquent?”

Parker laughed and let out a contented sigh. “My language skills escaped with my brain cells through my dick after coming hard enough to pull a muscle.”

I bit my lip, then leaned over to kiss his shoulder. I was so grateful he’d given me the gift of his first kink experience. A thousand ways to play together bounced around in my head like a pinball. There were infinite ways I wanted to make him come, and hopefully, he would let me in a finite, predetermined, and structured way.No emotions!It wasn’t the time to get carried away with ever-present romantic thoughts trying to pull me under, as deadly as a sneaker wave. I needed to focus on the present, and taking care of Parker didn’t end with the orgasm. “Let the aftercare portion of the evening commence.” I rolled my hand in a flourish.

We’d talked about aftercare, but he hadn’t been sure about what he might specifically want. I suspected it might come as he got more practice. He’d mentioned once that he preferred sleeping with cold air under warm blankets. I did too, so I climbed out of bed and got him tucked under the sheets before pulling the comforter back on the bed. After lowering the thermostat, I grabbed the two water bottles I’d asked him to chill and returned to bed.

He watched me closely as I moved around the room and curled toward me as soon as I neared him. I took that as a cue he wouldn’t mind cuddling, so I slid under the covers and handed him a bottle of water before easing my fingers into his thick hair and massaging gentle circles. He sighed, took several gulps of water, then rolled over and draped his arm and leg over me. With his face nestled into my neck, our slow breathing synced.

I waited through several minutes of comfortable silence before speaking. “I’m proud of you for saying yellow and sharing what you needed.”

He snuggled in more deeply, keeping his face buried against me. I wasn’t sure if he would want to talk about things or zone out for a while, but if he did, I wanted to open the door for it.

“Thanks for making me feel like I could. It was harder than I expected it to be. I would be hard-pressed to find someone who thinks I’m shy about speaking my mind, but this was different.”

“I understand. It’s more vulnerable than most situations. Especially with this aspect of sex being new to you.”

I rested my cheek against the top of his head and smiled. Him comfortable enough with me to share was the best compliment I could’ve received.

“Honestly? That was hot as fuck. The blindfold was hot once I saw you first. What you did with the ice cube? Jesus Christ.”

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