Page 55 of Taking Care of You
He jerks and groans into the kiss, pushing into my hand. I stroke him up and down, loving the feel of his dick in my hand.
After only a moment’s hesitation, I lower myself to my knees, not letting go of his dick when I get into position.
Opening my mouth, I carefully lick around the head of his length and I hear him hiss. I open more and take him in, sucking on the fat mushroom head.
Closing my eyes, I bob my head up and down, getting him wet with my spit to make the slide easier. I take as much of him in as I can with each pull, his thickness stretching my lips to their limits.
I’ve only done this once, but I do what I think feels good, what I’d want someone to do to me.
I must be doing something right, because Ethan is groaning and cursing, softly thrusting into my mouth.
"God, that feels good. Fuck. So good. I’m close. I’m close…” I suck him faster and use my hand to jerk him at the same time.
After a few more thrusts into my mouth, Ethan pulls his cock free from my lips. He jerks himself, shouting a curse as he shoots come onto my chest and his hand.
Dropping down to the shower floor in front of me, Ethan pulls me in for a lingering kiss that I feel down to my toes.
After he’s kissed me breathless, he pulls away and puts his forehead to mine. He swallows roughly, then reaches blindly for my washcloth. He uses it to wipe his release from my skin. “I’m sorry about that.”
I chuckle softly, then shake my head. Then I gasp. “Shit, Ethan. Where are your parents?”
I knew there was a reason I tried to keep quiet. But with how wonderful his hand felt around me, I found it hard to focus on anything other than how he was touching me.
His mouth tilted up in a cute half smile, he says, “A work retreat for my dad. They’ll be back Sunday night. We’re good.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. I really respect his parents and don’t want them to hear us getting off.
“Do they know?” He gives me a quizzical look as he continues to clean me up. “That we’re really dating? Not just a fake thing anymore?”
“Oh, yeah, of course. I told them.”
“And they’re okay with it?”
He hands me the cloth and helps me stand. “Yeah. They like you.”
That makes me smile.
We clean up and step out of the shower. When I’m dressed and Ethan has a towel wrapped around his waist, we exit the bathroom and I head to the guest room. He grabs my hand. “Where you goin’?”
“My…room?”
“No. Come to mine. We can hang out and talk. Please?”
He doesn’t have to beg. All he has to do was look at me with those puppy dog eyes and I’d follow him anywhere.
I toss my clothes into the hamper in the guest room, then follow him to his.
I climb into his bed while he goes into his insanely large walk-in closet to get pajamas. I tuck myself under his blankets, nervous about what’s next.
I hadn’t expected any of what happened in the shower. The hand job or the blowjob. Zero regrets, though. But does he expect more since we’ve crossed that line?
Dressed in a pair of loose pajama pants and an undershirt, Ethan smiles at me when he walks out of his closet. He climbs in with me, scooting over to practically glue himself to my side and breathes me in. “Koby?”
“Hmm?” I know it might be serious since he said my actual name. If he’d said my full name, I might have been scared.
“Was that…did you think…I didn’t…pressure you, did I? Coming to your bathroom with just a towel on. I was … I don’tknow. I didn’t think it all the way through. I want to make sure I didn’t cross any boundaries.”
God, he’s fucking perfect. My heart is totally his.
