Page 67 of Taking Care of You
“Ah, fuck,” Ethan groans, a hand on the back of my head. He’s not thrusting into my mouth, just holding me and stroking my scalp. I chance a glance up at him, wanting to see his face while I’m pleasing him. His head is thrown back and his chest is heaving with the quick breaths he’s taking.
I drop my eyes before he catches me and refocus on what I’m doing. I flatten my tongue and glide it over the underside of his shaft. When I get to his crown, I draw him in, moaning when the warm weight of his cock settles on my tongue. “Goddamn, Koby. I’m close,” Ethan groans, then starts to thrust into my mouth. “You’re so good at this. Your mouth…oh, fuck.” He snatches his cock from my lips and jerks himself off, coming on my chest without much warning. One of these days, I’m going to swallow everything he has to give me.
Ethan slides his hands under my arms and pulls me up for a kiss, his tongue taking ownership of my mouth. I moan and grip his shoulders, wanting him closer, but not wanting to rub hiscome on his shirt. Ethan obviously doesn’t give a fuck, because he pulls my chest to his and holds me close. I melt into him like I usually do, loving how his strong arms feel around me.
Walking me back to the bed, he sits me on the edge and drops to his knees, pulling my underwear down and diving onto my dick without hesitation. My toes curl when I feel his warm, wet mouth engulfing me, his tongue doing filthy things that I didn’t know he was capable of. I moan loudly, glad his parents aren’t home.
Ethan jerks me as he bobs up and down, spreading the wetness of his spit down my shaft. Then, surprising me, he pops off my dick and pulls my balls into his mouth.
“Shit, babe. Oh, fuck,” I whisper, loving the new sensation of my balls being tongued. The soft suction of his wet mouth is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He continues to jerk me and I feel my orgasm rising.
“Mmm…I’m going to come. Ethan, babe…”
He surprises me again by letting my sack drop from his mouth and covering my cockhead with his moist mouth. I try to move back so I don’t explode down his throat, but Ethan holds me fast and does something with his tongue that makes me lose my mind, and I come on a deep shudder. The feeling of him swallowing while I come has me babbling and saying God knows what.
After several seconds, he slowly releases my dick from between his lips and looks at me. I feel my cheeks heat, but I don’t drop my gaze. I can’t. I can’t stop looking at him. Ethan’s lips are puffy, coated with my cum. He looks dazed, his pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed.
I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t get words out. It takes several tries—and a sexy smirk from Ethan—for me to get words to move up my throat and out of my mouth. “Why…how…what?”
He chuckles and climbs on the bed beside me. He wipes his mouth and kisses my cheek. I try to kiss his lips, but he won’t let me. “Let me rinse my mouth first.”
Quietly, I tell him, “You don’t have to.”
“No?”
I shake my head. Why would he? It’s just…me.
He tentatively presses his lips to mine. I take control this time and put one hand on the back of his head, sliding my tongue inside. I circle around his mouth and don’t mind the taste of myself—salty and tart, but not terrible.
“You…swallowed,” I say when we break the kiss.
“Mhm.” His answer is coupled with a smug smile because he knows that I loved it.
“You didn’t let me…” I trail off, being kind of pouty. I wanted to taste him, too.
The surprise on his face takes me off guard. “You wanted to?” I nod and fight not to drop my eyes. “Okay, creep. Next time, I promise.”
Ethan kisses my nose and gets out of bed. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, letting him pull me up, and head to the shower. We kiss for a long time under the spray, Ethan’s hands exploring my body while I hold on to him for dear life.
After we have our fill of each other’s mouths, we clean up and climb out. Ethan tosses me a pair of his shorts that I have to cinch up tight, and one of his team shirts that practically swallows me. I lay in his bed and curl up into him when he climbs in after me.
He tucks his arm under my head and kisses my forehead. “You gonna come over on Christmas?” he asks me.
“Yeah,” I nod. “If you don’t mind.”
“I never mind you being here with me, creep. Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll come get you.”
Nodding, I throw a leg over him and tuck my head under his neck. It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, happy and content.
My ringing phone wakes me up and shatters my world.
I pull myself from my slumber but miss the call. I decide to call whoever it was back later, but before I can get comfortable again, my phone rings again. I groan and reach over Ethan to grab it. I see that it’s Crystal, so I answer her happily. “Hey, bestie.”
“Koby?” The shaky way she says my name makes me sit up straight.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan stirs beside me. I turn away from him and try to keep my voice down. “You okay?”
“Where are you? You need to come home, now.”
