Page 31 of Punchline
“Counterpunch,” I corrected him. “Your priority is still going to be protecting yourself. Counterpunching requires a lot of practice and patience, but combined with good footwork and a strong blocking game, and you’re not going to get thrown on your ass again so easily.”
“You had to bring that up,” he muttered.
“It’s the whole reason you’re here,” I said.
Ethan looked me in the eyes and said, very clearly, “Not anymore.”
Aaand I was cooked. “Do you want to get dinner after this?”
“Yes,” he said instantly. “Where?”
I’d finally figured out how I felt about letting him leave after just a kiss last night, and I’d settled on “regretful.” Yes, I didn’t only want to hook up with Ethan, but he’d already shown me he was willing to go to lengths to make me comfortable. Making out with him in his car last night had been burning hot, but when I’d said goodnight he’d said, “See you tomorrow.”
Now I wanted to take him home. “My place?”
“Fuck, okay. Can we go now?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “No. Lesson first.” And I didn’t make it easy on him, despite the fact that this was my fifth class of the day. Only two of the earlier ones had given me much of a workout, and Ethan needed to be pushed. The guy in the video I’d seen, the one where he got knocked around, he was rangy but close to my height. Working his ass off with me now would mean not getting it kicked later.
Carson and Beth were gone by the time we closed up, and with cleaning and the drive, we didn’t get back to my place until almost nine. “You must be starving,” I said as I opened the door to my place. I toed my shoes off on the mat by the door, and Ethan followed suit, looking around with wide-eyed interest. My apartment was… comfortable, but notthatnice. “Shrimp scampi okay with you?”
His hand on my waist turned me around, and a second later he was pressed against me, almost hard enough to make me take a step back. “Mind if we start with an appetizer?” Ethan asked with a grin.
“Fuck no,” I breathed, insanely thankful that I’d showered off at the gym.
“Good.” He tilted his head up and kissed me, hard, almost desperately, as if he really was hungry for me. It set me onfire;in less than ten seconds I’d hauled him into my living room, sat down on the couch, and tugged him into mylap like he weighed nothing, all while keeping the kiss going. Ethan didn’t mind, judging from the way his dick was pressing into my abs. When I tightened my grip on him, he moaned into my mouth.
“You like that?” I asked, enjoying the way he squirmed as I walked one hand down his back and to his ass. I squeezed, and he moaned again.
“Yeah… ” He was almost writhing in my lap, and that was distracting, so I clamped my arms around his waist and pulled him in tight against me. My shorts were loose enough that it was easy for him to feel me, and when I rubbed our dicks together he convulsed. “Fuck, do that again.”
“You like it?”
He laughed breathlessly. “Can’t you tell?”
“Mm, I’m a little slow to catch on sometimes,” I said, rolling my hips up so I could grind against him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed his eyes shut. “You have to tell me what you like.” I’d gotten into the habit of asking the women I dated what they liked during sex, so that I could make sure it was good for them. I wanted to do the same thing for Ethan.
“I think I’d like everything with you,” he said.
That sounded a little more honest than I knew what to do with. I took the easy way out. “You want me to touch you?”
“Yesss… ”
I kept his chest locked against mine as I slid my hand down his tight stomach and under the waistband of his shorts. His cock was hot, wet at the tip and already pulsing in my grip. The way he reacted, leaning in for a slick kiss even as he groaned and thrust up into my hand, was almost enough to makemecome. It had been a long time since I’dbeen with anyone, even longer since I’d been with a man, and this wasn’t anyone. This wasEthan.
“Are you close?” I asked when he finally pulled back for air.
“Mmm… ”
I’d take that whimper as a yes. “Do you want to come?”
“You know I do,” he gasped.
“Like this, or in my mouth?”
“Oh,fuck—” Ethan came before I could say anything else, rigid with pleasure as he made a mess of my hand. And his stomach. Andmystomach, holy shit he really needed to come.
So did I, but before I could touch myself Ethan shivered, kissed me, then slid down until his knees hit the floor. He settled in between my legs and gave me a look that should have been fucking illegal. “Can I blow you?”
