Chapter 3: Rising Action
I smiled, a slow, lazy curve of my lips, and then I kissed him again, harder this time, with more urgency.
His hands moved to my chest, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, eager to touch the skin beneath. I helped him, shrugging out of my shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Ethan's eyes widened as they took in my chest, his gaze lingering on the muscles that he had only felt through my shirt before.
"You're... you're gorgeous," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. I grinned, feeling a rush of pleasure at his words.
"Come here," I said, taking his hand and leading him to the sofa in the corner of the room.
I guided him to sit down, then knelt in front of him, my hands on his knees. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and desire. I smiled up at him, trying to put him at ease. "Relax," I said softly. "Let's just see where this goes, okay?"
Ethan nodded, taking a deep breath. I could see the tension in his shoulders starting to ease. I placed my hands on his thighs, rubbing gently, feeling the muscles tense and then relax under my touch. I moved my hands higher, massaging his inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his body.
Ethan's breath hitched as my thumbs brushed against the bulge in his pants. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting in a silent conversation. He nodded slightly, giving me permission to continue.
I unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper sliding down slowly, the sound amplified in the quiet of the studio. Ethan's cock was straining against his boxers, a wet spot at the top and a clear outline visible. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing his throbbing erection.
I leaned in, my breath hot against his skin. Ethan's head fell back against the sofa, his eyes closed, a soft moan escaping his lips.
I could see the pulse at the base of his neck quickening, his body reacting to my touch. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, a mix of soap and something distinctly him. It was intoxicating. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting, and I saw the desire and trust in his gaze.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. Ethan opened his eyes, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. He looked at me with a hunger that was both unsettling and exhilarating.
I leaned in, my breath hot against his skin, and I took him into my mouth.
He moaned and relaxed, as if he was finally feeling for real what he had been imagining.
"Oh Fuck!" he whispered.
I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft, my hands gripping his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. Ethan's breathing grew more ragged, his hips began moving in time with my mouth.
"James," he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Fuck! That feels amazing!"
I smiled around him, my mouth still working, my eyes locked with his. I pulled back, running my tongue up the length of him, circling the sensitive head. Ethan's breath hitched, his body trembling with pleasure.
"Look at me," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.
Ethan's eyes fluttered open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want to see your face when you come."
He nodded, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as I took him into my mouth again. I moved my hand to his balls, cupping them gently, feeling the heat and the weight of them in my palm. Ethan's hips jerked, his body tensing as I stroked and sucked in unison.
"I'm close," he gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair. "So close."
I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and nodded. "Let go, Ethan.
I want to feel you let go," I whispered, my words punctuated by the wet sounds of my mouth working on him. His eyes fluttered closed briefly, his body tensing as if fighting the inevitable. But I knew better. I could feel it in the way his cock pulsed in my mouth, the way his breathing hitched and stuttered. He was right there, on the edge.
I redoubled my efforts, my head bobbing faster, my hand stroking him in sync with my mouth. Ethan's fingers tightened in my hair, his body arching off the sofa as a low groan escaped his lips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, his hips bucking upwards, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. I could feel him swelling, his balls drawing up tight against his body. I knew he was close, and I wanted to feel him come. I wanted to taste him.
I pulled back slightly, my lips tight around his cock, and looked up at him. "That's it, Ethan. Give it to me. Let go."
The sound he made was a strangled, desperate noise. His eyes were screwed shut, his lips parted as he panted, his body trembling on the edge of release.
I could feel it, the tightening of his muscles, the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, the heat of him pulsing against my tongue.
I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel him let go, to taste him, to swallow him down. I wanted to make him feel so good that he'd always remember this moment.
I took him deeper, my nose pressed against his pelvis, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his hips jerked and bucked, driving his cock into my throat. he chanted, his voice ragged and desperate.
And then, he came. Ropes and ropes of thick, creamy cum shot down my throat, filling my mouth, coating the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, every last drop, my tongue lapping at him, cleaning him thoroughly. Ethan's body shook with the force of his orgasm, his hips jerking and bucking as he rode out the waves of pleasure. I held him steady, my hands gripping his thighs, my mouth working on him until he was completely spent.
When he finally came down from his high, Ethan collapsed back against the sofa, his chest heaving, his eyes closed. I sat back on my haunches, a satisfied smile on my face, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Ethan recovered and sat up.
"You have to go now, "Ethan said. "I can't tell you why."
"I'll see you tomorrow" I said. "We'll really finish this then."
I got up and left.