Page 82 of Taking Care of You
The grip Ethan has on my hips is bruising and feels so fucking good. He thrusts gently up into me, his hips meeting mine in time with the erotic sound of his moans.
“Come here,” Ethan groans, moving his hands from my hips. He slides them up my back, then pulls me down to him until we’re chest to chest. He moves one hand back down to my hip and holds me tight to him with the other as he pushes up into me while I bear down.
There it is. Hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, hard and demanding. My eyes roll closed and the wordsfall from my lips. “Oh, fuck. Ethan. Fuck. That’s it. Right there. Oh, God.”
I move faster and so does he. “Baby, I love you. Love you...shit, baby...fuuucckkk...'”
By now, Ethan is fucking up into me with firm, rapid thrusts. I can’t move, as overwhelmed as I am, so I let him take over. His movements become more frantic and out of control. My cock is rubbing against his abs, giving me all the friction I need to get off.
“Ethan, I’m…I’m…” I don’t get the words out before I’m erupting all over our stomachs. My cries are loud and long, but I couldn’t stop them if I tried. My body feels tingly and my breath comes out in hard pants. Ethan hasn’t slowed down, fucking me through my orgasm.
When I’m empty and my moans quiet, he slows down and he grits out. “You okay?”
Nodding, I lay limply in his arms while he moves slowly in and out of me. I shudder as he drags his cock over that magic button inside me. “Are you c-close?”
“Mhm. I wanted you to come first.”
I let out a lazy laugh. “Mission accomplished. Come on, babe. Your turn.”
He rolls us over so he’s on top. With effort, I draw my legs up and around him. “It won’t take long,” he says tightly.
Angling his hips, he wraps his hands around my waist and fucks me. Hard. I howl, those thrusts hitting my prostate at a dangerous angle.
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear it,” he grunts, moving faster in me.
I moan, babbling and groaning through several more hard snaps of his hips until Ethan’s thrusts falter and he shouts his release. He continues to move inside me, but in gentle, unhurried strokes. He moans softly and peppers me with gentle kisses along my face and neck, all the while telling me he lovesme and how good I made him feel. The compliments wash over me, seeping into my drowsy mind.
When he starts to soften, Ethan pulls out of me slowly and stretches out beside me. He chuckles, then wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. “Fuck, creep. What was that?”
I look over at him with sleepy eyes. “What?”
“Where did you learn to move like that?”
“Porn, babe.”
He pauses, an incredulous look on his face, then he laughs deeply. “Well, that’s one way to learn. Too tired for a shower?” I nod. I don’t think I can move. My legs feel all noodly now. “I’ll clean us up.”
Ethan climbs out of bed and walks into his bathroom. He returns with a damp cloth and wipes my chest, stomach, cock, and the lube from my hole.
After he puts the cloth in the hamper, he pulls me out of bed and sets me in the armchair so he can change the sheets. We’ll have to get better at preparing for the mess. We both might feel too tired to get up next time.
Luckily for me, Ethan is quick, and a few minutes later, he’s bundling me into bed. He slides my shorts over my legs, saying “Just in case my parents come in to let us know they’re home.”
When he gets in bed, he pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead and lets out a contented sigh.
“What time is it?” I ask.
He grabs his phone and it reads eleven fifty-eight. “Can you stay up for a few minutes?”
I nod and we cuddle closer together, watching the time change on his phone. When the clock strikes midnight, Ethan pulls me in for a tender kiss with so much love behind it. “Happy New Year, creep.”
Smiling against his lips, I say back, “Happy New Year, babe.”
27
We spend New Year’s day with Ethan’s parents, watching movies in their theater room, then having a nice dinner that Frank cooked. We talk about our plans for the new year, namely Ethan staging an interview at school to tell reporters what school he chose for his track scholarship.
My dad texts me, wishing me a Happy New Year and tells me he’ll be back on Friday. And I’m surprised that his message says he’s excited to see me. Maybe he realizes that I’ll be going off to college soon? Even though I haven’t told him or Barbara where I was going, he has to know that I’d try to get a scholarship somewhere. Or maybe, since I’m his son, he’s just happy to see me. Either way, it’s a bit weird, but I feel good about it. I’ll just have to find a way to tell him about what happened at home. I don’t have the heart to tell him through text.
