Chapter 8: Ethan Develops Feelings
Ethan sat at the bar, nursing his beer as he watched Olivia polish a glass with expert skill. The Pink Monkey was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, the clatter of glasses, and the low murmur of conversation. The neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors over the patrons, giving the place an otherworldly feel that was both enticing and slightly seedy.
Ethan had been a semi regular here ever since he turned twenty-one, and he had always felt comfortable in the warmth of the place.
But lately, it had become more than just a place to drink and unwind. It had become a place to learn.
Olivia, the bartender, had become an unlikely mentor to him. She was a striking woman, with warm ebony skin, curvy hips, and a smile that could light up a room. She was also incredibly perceptive, and she had noticed Ethan's discomfort around women from the start. She had taken him under her wing, offering advice and guidance on everything from how to approach a woman to how to make her come.
Tonight, however, the bar was unusually quiet, and Ethan found himself with nowhere else to be.
“Liv, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?” She asked.
“You know how I asked you am I a fuckboy?”
“Yeah…”
“And you said: You just like to fuck. Well…Let’s just say I may have found someone that I may have feelings for.” Ethan admitted. "Oh, boy," Olivia said, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She leaned in closer to him, her voice dropping to a low purr. "You know, I always thought you had it in you. You've got that sensitive, caring side that a lot of women find irresistible. So, who's the lucky lady?"
Ethan hesitated, not really wanting to bring up Lexi's name in case it was a fling, but he knew Olivia would be able to help.
"It's Lexi. You know, from the athletics department? Quentin's friend?"
Olivia's eyebrows shot up.
"Lexi? Really? Shit, Ethan, you sure know how to make things interesting. So, what's the problem?"
Ethan took a long drink of his beer, buying himself some time to gather his thoughts. "I... I don't know, Liv. I just... I think I might be falling for her. But I don't know if she feels the same way. And I don't know if I even want her to."
Olivia smirked. "Well, that's a pickle. You like the girl, but you don't want to fall for her. I see.
So, you're scared that you're developing feelings for her, and you don't want to get hurt. Is that it?" Olivia asked, her voice gentle but probing.
Ethan nodded, taking another sip of his beer. "Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I like her. A lot. But I'm not sure if I'm ready for something serious. And I don't want to lead her on if I'm not."
Olivia chuckled, shaking her head. "Ethan, honey, you're not leading her on if you're honest with her. But you also need to be honest with yourself.
You can't just keep fucking her if you know you're not ready for more. That's not fair to either of you." Olivia's voice was firm, but her eyes held a softness that belied her words. She knew Ethan was struggling, and she wanted to help him navigate this new territory.
Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know. I don't want to lose her, you know? She's so fucking amazing, Liv. And the sex... fuck, the sex is amazing. I don't want to give that up."
Olivia smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Oh, honey, I understand. But let me ask you this: when was the last time you saw a woman come so hard she was screaming your name? When was the last time you made a woman feel so good she was begging for more?"
Ethan blushed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last night, actually."
Olivia laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Ethan's spine. "Well, there you go. That's the power you have over her. That's what you bring to the table.
That's your power. And you can't let her go because you're scared of getting hurt."
Ethan sighed, resting his elbows on the bar. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way?"
Olivia leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "Then you have to let her go. You have to let her find someone who can give her what she needs. But you also have to be honest with yourself.
You can't keep playing games, Ethan. You either want her or you don't. And if you do want her, you have to man up and tell her how you feel." He knew Olivia was right. He couldn't keep stringing Lexi along if he wasn't sure about his own feelings. But the thought of telling her how he felt made his stomach twist with nerves. It's just... I've never done this before. I've never had feelings for someone like this.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." Ethan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Olivia smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "That's okay, sweetie. You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just be honest with yourself and with her. That's all you can do."
Ethan nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. I don't want to fuck this up."
Olivia chuckled, her voice soft and soothing. "You won't. You're a good guy, Ethan.
You'll figure it out. Just promise me you'll be honest with her. And with yourself," Olivia said, her voice firm but gentle. "I will. I promise."
Olivia smiled, giving him a soft pat on the arm. "That's all I can ask for, sweetheart. Now, how about I pour you another drink, and then you can go make that beautiful woman of yours feel good?"
Ethan grinned, his body already responding to the thought of Lexi. "That sounds like a plan."
Olivia poured him another beer and gave him a wink.
“Thanks, Liv.” Ethan said.
“Hey, loverboy.” Bianca said from a distance behind the bar. “How’s my favorite student?” Bianca asked, her voice purring with amusement. She was leaning against the bar, her arms crossed and her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ethan grinned at her, taking a sip of his beer. “Hey, Bianca. I’m good. Thanks for asking.”
Bianca smirked, her eyes flicking over to Olivia. “Sooo, Liv, what’s the deal with Ethan here? You two been having a little chat?”
Olivia rolled her eyes, but there was a softness in her expression that told Ethan she wasn’t really annoyed. “Yeah, we were just talking about...
what?" Bianca teased, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
Olivia sighed dramatically, "We were talking about Ethan's little love life. Or lack thereof."
Bianca's eyebrows shot up, her interest piqued. "Oh, really? Do tell, Ethan." She turned to him, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Ethan groaned inwardly, not really wanting to get into this conversation with Bianca. She was known for her... unique perspective on relationships and sex. But he also knew she was a wealth of knowledge and experience. He took a sip of his beer, stalling for time.
"Well, it's just... I've been seeing this girl. Lexi. And I think I might be catching feelings for her. But I don't know if she feels the same way, or if I even want her to."
Bianca's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, honey, that's a tricky situation. But I'm sure we can figure something out. So, tell me, what's the problem? You're not sure if you want to be with her, or you're not sure if she wants to be with you?" Bianca asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "I'm not sure about either, Bianca. I like her a lot, but I'm not ready for a relationship. And I don't know how she feels about me."
Bianca nodded, her expression serious for once. "I see. Well, let me ask you this: do you want to fuck her again?"
Ethan's cock twitched at the thought, and he nodded. "Yeah, I do."
Bianca grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then I have the perfect solution for you.
You fuck her again. And again. And again. Until you figure out if you want her or not," Bianca said with a wicked grin. She leaned in closer to Ethan, her voice dropping to a low purr. "And while you're doing that, you can teach her a thing or two about fucking. Show her what that big cock of yours can do. Make her scream your name until she can't take it anymore."
Ethan's cock twitched at the thought, and he felt his face flush with desire. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. "I don't know, Bianca.
I don't want to hurt her." Ethan said.
Bianca waved her hand dismissively. "Hurt her? Ethan, sweetie, you're not hurting her by fucking her. You're giving her what she wants. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. And who knows? Maybe she'll surprise you and she wants the same thing you do."
Ethan considered Bianca's words, his mind whirling with possibilities. He wanted to fuck Lexi again, he couldn't deny that. And if he could teach her a few things in the process, maybe they could both have a good time.
“Can I ask you something, B? Are you single? I asked Liv this also. I’m just curious. You know what you’re talking about when it comes to fucking. Just saying.” Ethan said.
Bianca laughed, a full-bellied sound that made her large breasts bounce. "Oh, honey, I'm always single. Being tied down to one person isn't really my thing. I like to play the field, if you know what I mean. And yeah, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to fucking. I've had my share of partners, and I've learned a thing or two along the way."
Ethan felt his cock twitch at the thought of Bianca's experiences. He chuckled, but couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to fuck her, to feel those large breasts pressed against his chest as she rode him.
“Never satisfied dick wise, huh? Ok. Cool. Is Jessie here?” Ethan asked Bianca, his eyes scanning the dimly lit club.
Bianca nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yeah, she's here. Why, you looking for some fun?"
Ethan smirked, his cock twitching at the thought of her. She was a good friend, and they had recently started a strict friends-with-benefits arrangement. The thought of her dancing on stage, her body swaying and writhing, had his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Maybe," he replied noncommittally, his eyes already searching the crowd for her.
Bianca laughed again, her hand resting on his shoulder. "I'll take that as a yes. You know where to find her. Have fun, Ethan.”
Ethan nodded, standing up and leaving his half-finished beer on the bar. He scanned the room, spotting Jessie on the small stage, her curvy body moving with the smooth, sultry grace that had made her a favorite at The Pink Monkey.
He made his way through the crowd, his thoughts already going to the pleasure they'd shared. He knew Jessie wouldn't mind a little time alone with him before her next set.
She always said he could use her body whenever he wanted, as long as he had the time and the desire. And tonight, he had both.
Ethan pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes locked onto Jessie as she moved seductively across the stage. Her body was a work of art, her curves accentuated by the dim lights and the smooth beat of the music. He could see the sweat glistening on her skin, making her look even more inviting. His cock was already rock hard, begging for release.
Jessie spotted him making his way towards her, and a wicked smile spread across her face.
She knew what he was here for, and she was more than willing to give him what he needed. She swayed her hips, her body moving in time with the music as she made her way towards the edge of the stage.
Ethan reached the stage just as the song ended, and the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Jessie blew them a kiss, her eyes never leaving Ethan's. She leaned over the edge of the stage, her hands gripping the pole behind her for support. She was wearing a tiny pair of black lace panties and a push-up bra that did little to nothing to hide her cleavage.
She looked sinful, and Ethan's cock throbbed at the thought of what he was about to do to her.
"You ready for me, baby?" Ethan asked, his voice a low growl.
Jessie licked her pouty pink lips, her eyes dark with desire. "Fuck yes, I'm ready. I've been ready since I saw you walk in."
Ethan smirked, his cock pulsing with need. He grabbed Jessie by the hips and pulled her roughly against him, his lips crashing down on hers. She moaned into his mouth, her body melting against his as she kissed him back with equal passion.
She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her through the flimsy material of her panties. She ground against him, her body begging for more.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Jessie," Ethan groaned against her mouth, his hands gripping her curvy hips tighter as he pulled her even closer. "I've been thinking about this all night."
Jessie smiled against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Me too, baby. I'm so fucking wet. I want your cock inside me."
Ethan growled, his hands moving to cup her ass, lifting her easily over the edge of the stage.
His lips found hers again, and he kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. He could feel her heat through her panties, could feel the dampness there, and it drove him wild.
"I want those off. Take that off for Daddy.” He softly growled, tearing his mouth away from hers to trail kisses down her neck. Jessie moaned, her head falling back as he nipped at her sensitive skin.
"Yes…” She softly breathed, her hands going to the waistband of her panties and shimmying them down her hips. Ethan watched, his cock twitching in his pants as she revealed herself to him.
Her pussy was already glistening with her arousal, the lips slightly parted and swollen with desire. He thought it looked so sexy like that. Ethan could see the juices already dripping down her thighs, and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to rip her panties off and bury his face between her legs.
"Fuck, Jessie, you're already so wet," Ethan groaned, his voice thick with lust. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her slick folds, and she moaned, her hips bucking into his touch.
"I'm always wet for you, baby," she purred, her voice thick with need.
"Now, come here and fuck me like you mean it."
Ethan didn't need to be told twice. He stepped between her legs, his cock straining against his jeans, desperate to be released. He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down, along with his boxers, his cock springing free and bobbing in front of her.
Jessie licked her lips slowly with her eyes locked onto his cock. "Fuck, Ethan, you're so fucking hard. I want that cock inside me."
Ethan growled, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her slightly, angling her pussy towards his cock.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds, teasing her, making her whimper with need. He loved hearing those. He had her in the palms of his hands.
"Ethan, please," she begged, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "I need you inside me. Now."
Ethan didn't make her wait any longer. He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her with one smooth stroke. Jessie cried out, her back arching as she felt him fill her completely.
"Fuck!” Ethan groaned, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation of her hot, wet pussy gripping his cock.
"You feel so fucking good, Jessie."
Jessie moaned louder, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the wave of pleasure coursing through her. "You feel so fucking big, Ethan. Fill me up, baby. Fuck me harder."
Ethan needed no further encouragement. He began to move, his hips slamming against hers as he thrust in and out of her with brutal force. Jessie's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with each stroke.
"Yes, Ethan! Harder! Fuck me like you hate me!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the club.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck, yes! Right there! Don't stop!"
Ethan was relentless, his hips pounding against hers, his cock slamming into her pussy with each thrust. He could feel the tightness of her walls squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth. It felt fucking amazing.
"You like that, baby? You like feeling my big cock stretch you out?" Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust.
Jessie moaned loudly, her head thrashing from side to side. Ethan gently grabbed her by the neck.
He loved when his hands were on her, giving her just enough pressure to make her feel dominated. “You love this, don’t you?” He asked her, his voice husky and low, filled with desire.
“Yes, I fucking love it.” Jessie moaned, her eyes looking up at him with lust.
He loved teasing her, making her moan and whimper for him. It turned him on like crazy. “You look so fucking sexy right now, Jessie.” Ethan groaned, his hand moving to her breast, squeezing it roughly.
"You have the most perfect tits, Jessie. I fucking love how they bounce when I fuck you."
Jessie moaned, her back arching as he kneaded her breast. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby…”
Ethan grinned, his cock throbbing inside her. "Is that right? You like it when I talk dirty to you?"
Jessie nodded, panting as he pounded into her. "Yes, I fucking love it. Talk to me, Ethan. Tell me how much you love fucking me."
Ethan chuckled, his hips moving faster and harder. His voice grew slightly more deep and aggressive but not too much.
"You want me to talk dirty? You want me to tell you what a fucking slut you are for taking my cock like this?”
Jessie gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Tell me! Tell me how much of a slut I am for you!"
Ethan's cock throbbed inside her, his hands tightening on her hips as he pistoned in and out of her. "You're such a fucking slut for me, Jessie. I love it. You love taking my fucking cock, don't you?
You love how it stretches you out, how it fills you up. You love how it makes you feel so fucking full."
Ethan's voice was dark and husky, his words dripping with filth, and it only served to turn Jessie on even more. She could feel the heat building in her core, the pleasure washing over her in waves as Ethan continued to pound into her with reckless abandon.
"Yes, Ethan, yes!" She cried out, her body writhing and bucking against him as he slammed into her. "I love it. I love your cock.
I love how it feels inside me. Fuck me harder, Ethan. Make me scream!"
Ethan's heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing with each thrust. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel the pleasure coiling in his balls. But he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to make Jessie come first, wanted to feel her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name.
He reached down between them, his fingers finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Jessie let out a low moan, her hips bucking against him as he rubbed her sensitive nub.
"That's it, baby.
Rub your clit for me. Get yourself nice and wet," Ethan commanded, his voice a low growl. He could feel Jessie's breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with each stroke of his cock.
"Oh, God, Ethan. I'm so close," Jessie moaned, her fingers working her clit in time with his thrusts.
"That's right, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock," Ethan groaned, his own pleasure building with each thrust.
Jessie's body tensed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she ground her clit harder.
Ethan could feel her pussy walls clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps.
"Fuck, Ethan. I'm so close," Jessie moaned, her body trembling as she worked her clit with her fingers. Let me feel you come all over my cock," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his balls. He wanted to hold off until she came, but the sight of her, so wet and eager, was too much.
He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to feel her come around him.
"Come on, Jessie. Show me what you've got." Ethan growled, his voice husky with desire.
Jessie's breath hitched, her body tensing as she ground her clit harder. Ethan could feel her pussy walls clenching around his cock, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. I'm so close," she moaned, her body shaking as she rubbed herself faster.
Ethan could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in his balls.
The sight of Jessie, so wet and eager, was too much for him to handle. He held off for as long as he could, but the sensation of her tight pussy gripping him, her moans of pleasure echoing in his ears, was too much to bear.
"Fuck, Jessie, I can't hold on much longer. You're going to make me come," Ethan groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Jessie's eyes flew open and she looked up at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Give it to me. Come inside me.
Give it to me, Ethan." Her voice was a sultry command, and Ethan was more than happy to obey.
He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he prepared to unleash his orgasm. "You want it? You want my come inside you?" Ethan growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force.
"Fuck yes!" Jessie screamed, her body writhing as she met his thrusts. "I want it, Ethan.
I fucking want it. Fill my pussy up with your come." Jessie's voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling with anticipation.
Ethan growled, his cock pulsing inside her, desperate for release. He could feel the pleasure building, coiling in his balls, ready to explode. He wanted to come inside her, wanted to feel her pussy clench around him as he filled her up.
"Fuck, Jessie. You want it? You want my come? Hmm?”
SMACK. Ethan gave Jessie’s curvaceous ass a hard smack. She moaned out in need.
"Yes, spank me, Ethan. Make your mark on me."
Ethan grinned, his cock twitching at her words. He smacked her ass again, harder this time. He loved the sound of his palm hitting her flesh, the way her body jolted with each hit.
"You like that, don't you, Jessie? You like being my little slut, taking my cock and my hand."
Jessie whimpered, her hips bucking against him. "Yes, Ethan, I fucking love it. I'm your slut. Use me."
Ethan groaned, his cock throbbing with need.
He spanked her ass again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the empty club. "You're mine, Jessie. Your body is mine to use, to fuck, to claim."
Jessie moaned, her body squirming against him. "Yes, Ethan. I'm yours. Use me. Fuck me hard."
Ethan growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to piston in and out of her with brutal force. He could feel her pussy walls clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust. He was so close, so fucking close.
The sight of her, so wet and eager, the sound of her moans, the feel of her clenching around him, it was all too much. He couldn't hold off any longer.
"Fuck, Jessie, I'm gonna come," Ethan growled, his hips slamming against hers with urgent force.
"Give it to me, Ethan. Fill me up with your come," Jessie moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.
Ethan pulled back slightly, his cock almost slipping out of her, before he slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her ass.
The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the empty club, a filthy symphony of flesh meeting flesh.
"Fuck, Jessie, your pussy feels so fucking good," Ethan groaned, his voice thick with lust. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. He leaned down and bit into the soft skin, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood.
Jessie moaned, her body arching against him as he bit down on her neck. "Fuck yes, Ethan. Bite me harder.
Make me know you're here," Jessie gasped, her body writhing under his touch. Ethan complied, his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh, his cock pulsing inside her.
"Yes, that's it. Fuck, Ethan, I can feel you growing inside me. Give me your fucking come," Jessie begged, her nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.
Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled her hair harder, slamming into her with brutal force. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room.
Jessie's moans were growing louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she chased her release. Ethan could feel the tension building in her body, her pussy walls tightening around his cock. He knew she was close.
He looked down between them, his eyes drawn to the sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy with each thrust. The sight was filthy and erotic, and it made him harder than ever. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts.
“Rub that clit for me. Come on, baby. Come for daddy. Make that pussy come all over my cock.” Ethan demanded roughly, his head swimming with lust. He could feel the pleasure building in his balls, the familiar tightening that signaled his impending release. He wanted to make her come first, though. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock as she screamed his name.
Jessie was panting, her body trembling as she rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, Ethan, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.” Her voice was a desperate plea, her eyes locked onto his.
The sight of her, so vulnerable and needy, made Ethan's cock throb with desire. He wanted to feel her come, wanted to feel her pussy clench around him as she screamed his name. He moved his fingers faster, rubbing her clit in tight, quick circles. Rub that clit for me. Nice and hard. Make that pussy come all over my cock."
Jessie's breath hitched, her hips bucking against him as she chased her release. Oh, fuck.
Ethan couldn't take much more of this. The sight of Jessie, writhing and panting beneath him, her fingers working her clit in sync with his thrusts, was almost too much to bear. He needed to feel her come, needed to feel her pussy clench around him as she screamed his name.
"Come on, baby. Show me what that pussy can do," Ethan growled, his voice thick with desire. He could feel his own orgasm building, could feel the pleasure coiling in his balls. He wanted Jessie first.
He wanted to make her come so hard she couldn't walk straight. He wanted her to feel the force of his thrusts, the heat of his cock inside her, the sting of his palm on her ass. He wanted her to scream his name. He wanted to hear her beg for more.
Ethan's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he quickened his pace. He pounded into her with brutal force, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. Jessie's moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she chased her release.
He increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. You’re almost there. Come on, let me feel that sweet pussy come all over my cock.” Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and desire.
Jessie’s body tensed, her breath hitching as she felt her orgasm building. “Oh, fuck, Ethan. I’m so close.
Oh, fuck, Ethan, I'm so fucking close!" Jessie cried out, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. Every muscle in her body was tense with anticipation, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching around his thick cock as he plunged in and out of her with rapid, brutal thrusts. Come on, give it to me. Let me feel that sweet pussy come all over my cock," Ethan growled, his voice thick with lust and desire.
Jessie's body tensed, her breath hitching as she felt her orgasm building. "Oh, fuck, Ethan. I'm so close. Don't stop. Don't stop!" she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Ethan felt a surge of satisfaction at her plea. He loved it when she begged him, when she couldn't get enough of him. He wanted her to come undone, to lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
He wanted to hear her scream his name, to feel her pussy clench around him as she came. He wanted to watch her come apart, to watch her body convulse as her orgasm tore through her.
“Come on, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock, baby.” Ethan growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Jessie’s body tensed, her breath hitching as she felt the orgasm building. Her hips bucked against him, chasing the pleasure as Ethan pounded into her with brutal force.
"Fuck, Ethan, I can feel it! Don't stop! Don't you fucking dare stop!" Jessie screamed, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.
Ethan felt the tightness of her walls gripping him, milking him for all he was worth. He couldn't hold back any longer.
His balls tightened, his cock throbbed, and with one final, brutal thrust, he came.
"Fuck!" Ethan roared, his hips slamming against hers as he buried his cock deep inside her. He could feel his come spurting out of him, filling her up, coating her insides with his hot seed.
Jessie screamed, her body convulsing as her own orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
"Fuck, yes, Ethan! she cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body writhing against his as she rode out her orgasm.
Ethan grunted, his hips still moving against hers, his cock pulsing as he came, his come filling her up. He could feel her pussy milking his cock, drawing every last drop of come out of him.
He groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
“UGHHHHHHH…” Ethan reacted as he climaxed in her.
The two friends with benefits collapsed on each other. They were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, their limbs entwined. Jessie's body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still clenching around Ethan's cock. Ethan, meanwhile, was struggling to catch his breath. That had been intense.
"Fuck, Jessie," Ethan said, his voice breathless. "That was... that was incredible."
Jessie moaned in agreement, her body still limp and spent. "You're telling me.
That was fucking amazing, Ethan," Jessie said, her voice still thick with lust. She pulled back slightly, looking down at where they were still joined. She could see Ethan's cock, still semi-hard, glistening with a mix of their combined juices. She smiled, her fingers tracing the outline where he was still inside her.
"Look at that, baby. You're still inside me. I can feel you, filling me up. You feel so good," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr.
Ethan groaned, his cock twitching at her words.
He loved the feel of her hot, wet pussy milking him, loved the sight of her, so open and vulnerable, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. He felt a surge of possessiveness at the sight of his come dripping out of her, coating her inner thighs. It was a primal, possessive feeling, and it turned him on even more.
"Fuck, Jessie, look at that. Look at how much you made me come. You look so fucking hot like that, all filled up with my come," Ethan growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You are so hot. You know that?” Ethan said, his voice a low growl as he watched his come drip out of her. He loved seeing her like this, so wet and messy from their fucking.
Jessie looked up at him, her eyes languid and satisfied. “I fucking love it. I love seeing your come dripping out of me. It makes me feel so fucking used, so fucking owned.”
Ethan loved hearing her talk like that, loved knowing that he could make her feel that way. He leaned down, his body still half on top of hers, and pressed his lips to hers. He treated this sexual escapade like it’s his last… because it might be. He liked Jessie. He really did. However, after his post coital clarity…he wondered two things. One, why is a woman like Jessie still single? Two, his mind wondered to another woman.. Lexi. Should he talk about those things with her?
He had no idea. Ethan didn't know if he even had a right to. After all, he was just some guy who had sex with her. He wasn't her boyfriend, or even her friend. He was just some guy who she fucked.
But he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them. Something deeper than just sex. He just didn't know what to do about it.
Ethan and Jessie had been seeing each other for a few months now, just for sex, but it was starting to feel like more than that. Ethan had never felt this way about anyone before, and it was starting to scare him.
He wasn't sure what to do or how to handle it. He knew he needed to talk to someone about it, but he wasn't sure who to turn to. He thought about talking to Quentin, but he knew his best friend would just tell him to go for it, to see where things went. And Ethan wasn't sure he was ready for that.
He spent the next few days in a daze, trying to sort out his feelings for Lexi. He knew he needed to talk to her, to figure out where they stood, but he was too scared to make the first move.
So, he did what any sensible, introverted young man would do. He called Quentin.
"What's up, bro?" Quentin answered, his voice echoing through Ethan's speakerphone.
"I'm in trouble, Q. I think I'm catching feelings for Lexi," Ethan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Quentin let out a low whistle. "Shit, bro. That's a tricky situation. You like her, huh?" "I don't know, man. I mean, I like fucking her.
But I think there might be more to it than that. I don't know, man. I'm fucking confused," Ethan admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Quentin chuckled, "Well, welcome to the club, bro. You're not the first guy to get fucked up over a girl, and you sure as hell won't be the last. So, what are you going to do about it?"
Ethan sighed, "I don't know, man. I don't want to fuck things up with her. But I also don't want to lead her on if I'm not ready for something serious.
I don't know, Q. I'm fucked up."
Quentin laughed, "Well, first of all, bro, you need to figure out what you want. Do you want to keep fucking her, or do you want to see where things go? Because you can't have it both ways. You're either in or you're out."
Ethan sighed, knowing his best friend was right. He just didn't know what he wanted. He couldn't just flip a switch and turn off his feelings, but he also knew that he wasn't ready for something serious.
He needed time to figure out what he wanted, and who he wanted it with.
"Yeah, I know. I don't know what to do, Q."
"I know, man. I don't know.
I guess I just need to talk to her. See where her head is at." Quentin snorted. "Yeah, that's a good start. But listen, bro, you need to be honest with her. Don't lead her on if you're not sure what you want. That's not cool."
Ethan sighed, "I know, I know. I don't want to hurt her, you know?"
"Then don't. Be honest. That's all you can do. But if you're going to do that, you need to be ready for whatever happens. She might want something serious. She might not.
She might just want to keep fucking you, and that's okay too. Just don't be a dick about it, you know?" Quentin advised, his tone serious.
Ethan nodded, even though Quentin couldn't see him. I just... I don't want to mess this up, you know? I like her, Q. I really like her."
Quentin chuckled, "I know you do, bro. That's what makes this so fucking confusing. But you'll figure it out. Just take it one step at a time and be honest with her.
You'll figure it out."
Ethan took a deep breath, trying to center himself.
"Thanks, Q. I owe you one."
Quentin laughed, "Don't worry about it, bro. That's what best friends are for. Now go make that shit happen."
Ethan hung up the phone, his mind racing with thoughts of Lexi. He knew he needed to talk to her, but he was still nervous about how she would react. He didn't want to push her away, but he also didn't want to lead her on if he wasn't sure about his own feelings.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He grabbed his phone and sent Lexi a text.
**Ethan:** Hey, can we talk?
He stared at his phone, waiting for her response. After what felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed in his hand.
**Lexi:** Sure, what's up?
He let out a sigh of relief, his thumb hovering over the keyboard.
**Ethan:** Can we meet up? I need to talk to you about something important.
He held his breath, waiting for her response.
**Lexi:** Yeah, of course.
When and where?
Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as he typed out a response.
**Ethan:** How about The Pink Monkey? In an hour?
**Lexi:** See you there. ❤️
Ethan's stomach was in knots as he made his way to the club. He didn't know what he was going to say to Lexi, but he knew he needed to be honest with her. He just hoped she would understand.
He found Lexi sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. She looked up as he approached, a smile spreading across her face.