Page 15 of Game Changer
I move off him briefly to remove my bikini bottoms and let them float next to my top. Then, when I’m straddling him again, I rub his cock along my slit, my core clenching when his moan sounds like he’s being tortured. “Do you feel how wet you get me?” I whisper into his ear. “How could you be self-conscious when my clit is throbbing for you?”
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
“How long have you wanted your cock inside of me, Ethan? How many times have you thought about it?” It’s so tempting to slip him inside of me, but I keep reminding myself I need to take this slow. Or is that just a stigma? It’s not like it’ll hurt him.
“Too many times,” he pants. “Way too many.” His hands slide to my ass, and I gasp when he gives it a firm squeeze. He thrusts his hips to drag his cock along my slit, and the feeling is pure heaven. My head rolls to the side, and I feel my release counting down like a ticking time bomb until he suddenly stands up and hoists me up so my stomach is over the ledge of the tub, my ass hitting the cool night air.
“You want to know what I’ve thought about?This.” He spreads my legs wide before he falls to his knees on the bench, making him directly eye level with my ass.
“So, you’re an ass guy?” I halfheartedly laugh before his teeth meet my skin, then cease any sort of laughter. He sucks my flesh like he’s worshipping the ground I walk on, leaving hickeys all over the damn place, but all I want is for him to move to my pussy. I want his mouth between my legs.Needhis mouth between my legs.
Has he done that to anyone yet?
I’m tempted to ask, but then he pulls me back into the water until we’re in the position we were before. My legs are shaking as I straddle him, and now I’m wondering how the hell he’s flipped the tables on me. I was supposed to be teaching him how to fuck, but something tells me he’s going to do just fine in that department.
A turned-on Ethan is a controlling Ethan.
And I love it.
“Did you get your fill?” I tease.
“Hardly, but if I continue looking at your pretty pussy any longer, I’ll come, and I have a virginity to lose.”
Have I met my match?
It takes me a second to recover, and Ethan seems amused at how surprised I am. “Where do you want to come, Ethan? I’m on birth control.”
He flicks his gaze to my breasts before dipping between my legs in the water. “I’ll come in you . . . on you . . . the choice is yours.”
“Um, okay.” When the hell did I get nervous? Why is my pulse skyrocketing when I grip his cock again? Why does it feel like I’m overheating when I slip him inside of me?
More importantly, why does it feel so right?
Ethan’s jaw drops at the sensation, and when he looks at me, I . . . fuck, I told myself I wouldn’t cry, and I’m not going to start now. His face is a canvas of emotions, leaving me with no doubt about what he’s thinking. I can see how much he cares for me. I can feel the connection between us like it’s a physical, attainable entity.
Words fail us both when I start to ride him. His hands scrape down my back until finally settling on my ass, squeezing and touching like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to do so. This is his first time, but it’s not mine, and I can’t help it when my hips take on their own rhythm. I’m barreling close to release with him staring up at me like I’m a fucking goddess.
“Fuck, where do you want me to—”
“Come in me,” I gasp. “Pleasecome inside of me.”
His grunt fills the silence, and it’s enough to topple me over the edge. I pant his name over and over again while I ride out my high, feeling his cock jerk inside me as he has the longest ejaculation I’ve ever felt a man have. I collapse onto his chest, allowing him to hold me close and press a kiss to the top of my head.
For me, intimacy has never come in a form other than sex, but lying on Ethan’s chest and listening to his heartbeat while his fingertips trace my spine? It’s bringing feelings I never realized existed up to the surface.
It’s his virginity that was lost.
So why does it feel like it was mine?
Seven
Ethan
It’s the first day of classes, and I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or disappointed Maya wasn’t in any of mine. Not that I expected her to be. State has a huge campus, so the odds of her living next door to meandsharing a class were slim to none, but I still found myself scanning the students in the room for black glossy hair and skin that rivals the dunes in Egypt.
I don’t know why I want to see her when she’s giving me hot and cold signals. Well, in her defense, I haven’t tried to reach out to her either after Happy Endings, but what would I say? I don’t want to bring up what happened between us because it’s fucking embarrassing. We went on two dates, and then she ghosted me out of nowhere. It doesn’t make sense.
The Coffee Lounge is the one spot I know I’ll be visiting frequently on campus. After a full day of classes, I’m exhausted, and if I have any hope of completing my assignments, I need all the caffeine I can get.
