Page 56 of Taking Care of You
“No, Ethan. I can say no. I’m strong enough to say no.” I put some force in my voice to drive the point home.
“I know—” he starts, but I cut him off.
“If it was too much, I would have told you.” I turn around in his arms to face him. “It wasn’t. It was perfect. But thank you for checking on me.”
The radiant smile he gives me makes me feel warm all over. It’s like I gave him a gift, even though I’m already his. Hopelessly.
“I’ll always check on you.” Ethan kisses my forehead and brings me closer to him.
“Are you freaking out?” I ask.
I mean, he just figured out he was into me—a boy—and he grabbed my dick like he’s done it before. I want to make sure he’s okay with what just happened.
He leans back and meets my eyes. “No, creep. Not at all. I liked what just happened. I told you I’ve been thinking about it. Well, not the blowjob part, but that was good too.” I chuckle and feel my face heat. I try to duck my head but he puts his finger under my chin, making sure I look at him. “I will never freak out about anything we do. I promise.”
I nod, grinning up at him.
Ethan kisses me quickly, then tucks me closer, my head on his chest.
I’m suddenly very tired. Maybe it’s because I feel so warm or how safe I feel. Either way, coupled with the orgasm in the shower that blew my fucking mind, I’m beat.
Ethan takes a deep breath, nuzzling me before kissing the top of my head. Then his breathing gets deeper and more even.Although I want to stay up for a little while longer, to think about what happened in the shower, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.
With a long exhale, I slide in as close to Ethan as I can and close my eyes, falling asleep between one breath and the next.
When I wake up, I know it’s still early morning. How early, I’m not sure. The sun looks like it just started to peek over the horizon, but I don’t feel sleepy. In fact, I feel well-rested for the first time in a long time.
Ethan twitches and I peek up at him, watching his eyes blink open slowly. In a groggy voice, he says, “Good morning, creep.”
Shocking myself, I twist my head and lightly bite his nipple through his shirt, making him jump and laugh. “Good morning, Ethan.”
“What was that for?” he asks in a less sleepy voice, rubbing his chest.
I shrug, kissing where I bit him. “Sorry. Does it hurt?”
“No, you weirdo. Shocked me, though.”
Chuckling, I kiss his chest again and rub it with my finger. “Tell me about the meet yesterday? How did you do in your other events?”
Ethan runs the fifty-five meter, two hundred meter, four-by-two-hundred, and the four-by-four-hundred. The first two are the most important, as they’re solo events. When they record his personal records, it’s those times they’ll take into account. His splits for the other two are important as well, but USC wants him more for his individual events than the team events.
“I did good. We got fourth in the four-by-four, but that was a really close race. We were barely a second behind. Since it was an invitational, Coach didn’t give us too much shit about it. Like I said, I PR’d in the two hundred and came in first.” I poke him in his side and he squirms away laughing. “The fifty-five was the same. Got third there. So Coach is going to make me do extra drills to take time off my start. I struggle sometimes coming offthe blocks in a short race like that. The four-by-two was good. We got second. It was a good meet, overall. Hope to do better when we have our first home meet. You gonna come, right?”
“Of course. Crystal and I already made plans. Want me to come here after the meet or the day after?”
“Right after. My parents are going to be there, so we can ride back with them if you want. You can either bring your clothes with you or leave some in the guest room.”
“Okay.”
After that, we lie in silence. It’s still pretty early and I’m sure Ethan is still tired from the meet yesterday. Even though he didn’t run the entire time, they’re long events and he had to run really hard to hit his personal records.
I’m not sure what happened, but I feel like I blinked and the next thing I know, Ethan is shaking me awake. I jolt, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I didn’t even realize I fell back asleep. I wasn’t even tired. But I was extremely relaxed, lying next to Ethan and his big, warm body.
I stretch and look up at him, rubbing sleep from my eyes. He’s smiling down at me, probably at how ridiculous I look with drool on my face.
When I’ve collected myself, he asks, “Hungry?”
Stretching again because it felt so good the first time, I arch like a cat and Ethan starts to tickle me. I yelp and inch away from him, but he chases me across the bed, tickling me more, his light fingers dancing across my stomach and chest. I snort-laugh and roll over, and he rolls with me, his lithe fingers finding all my tickle spots.
