Ashley
I'm in Ethan's bed. Naked. We're both naked. He's on top of me, his cock is inside me. Oh my God. I can't even begin to describe how this feels. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.
Ethan is unlike anyone I've ever been with. Which probably isn't saying a lot. I've only had sex with a few people before, and it was all... not very good.
I just thought it was me. I believed Jake when he said that I wasn't very good, except Ethan certainly seems to be enjoying himself.
I laugh and kiss him and he thrusts hard into me, burying his cock deep inside of me. His lips wrap around my throat, sucking hard.
"Something funny, Princess?" he asks.
I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails into his skin, raking them down, leaving thin red scratch lines. I like how Ethan doesn't even stop, doesn't even care.
"You feel so good inside me," I whisper into his ear, purring, seductive.
"Damn fucking straight," he says. "God, you're like a fucking vice around my cock."
"Do you like it?" I ask him.
"Yeah," he says.
"Why did you stop, then?"
"Give me a fucking break, you insatiable freak."
He pulls out of me, then rams back in. Hard. I can feel it, can feel him. His bed bounces beneath the force of our bodies becoming one. Ethan grabs one of my breasts, squashing it in his hand. He pulls back, then buries his mouth against my nipple, sucking hard, nibbling. I arch my back up, but he pushes me back down, shoving me onto the bed. Letting go of my breast, he grabs my hips, then slams in, out, in out, fast, pistoning hard into me.
"Fuck, you're tight, Princess," he says.
"Stop," I say. "Ashley. Call me Ashley."
"I'll call you whatever I damn well please," he says.
"Ethan," I murmur. "I... I think I'm... I've never..."
"You about to cum?" he asks. "You've never had an orgasm before?"
"Not with anyone else."
"Well, shit, I better play my A game. I didn't realize."
Holy fuck. This isn't his best? It's really good. Ethan does more, though. Oh God.
His hips grind against mine, his pelvis rubbing against my pubis. My clit. I can feel it, feel the tensing muscles of his abs as he thrusts hard into me, then presses against my sensitive pearl. I didn't know this was possible. I didn't know this was a thing someone could do, but here Ethan is, doing it.
I'm a little lightheaded from the drinks, and certainly not thinking straight--that's what I want to tell myself, because why else would I be doing this?--but that doesn't stop me from spasming in a writhing, hot mess on the bed as soon as my orgasm hits me. I shake. I literally shake! I'm trembling and my legs are quivering and my mouth keeps opening and closing on its own. Ethan laughs and he kisses me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. It's so rough but amazing. I didn't know something like this would feel so good.
I kiss him. Oh, I kiss him. It reminds me of the first time we kissed. When we were interrupted. I thought he hated me, thought he just did it to favor me, but then his father shouted at him. He took all the blame... for me? He got in a lot of trouble for that.
I still don't know if he likes me, but right now Ethan Colton is on top of me, fucking me hard, laughing, rampant, as my body writhes and wriggles beneath him in orgasm.
"Fuck, Ashley," he says. "That's goddamn delicious. I love the look on your face. You're beautiful."
I don't even know how, but Ethan stays true to his word, to the dare. He doesn't stop until I'm too tired to move, which has to be hours later. I don't even remember stopping, but the next thing I know I'm in a kind of hazy afterglow of intoxicating pleasure and he's curled up next to me, near me, cuddling with me. We're under the blankets.
"I'm tired, Ethan," I whine. "Can you get me a glass of water?"
He shifts and sidles away from me, then goes to his private bathroom and brings me a glass of tap water. "Here," he says, offering it to me. He holds it close to my lips and tilts it so I can drink without sitting up.
I swallow the cool liquid, savoring it. Sex is a lot of work. Or drinking water is. One of those. We just had sex, didn't we? Yessss... I'm not sure how this happened. I kind of feel like this is a bad thing, but I'm too tired to worry about it now. I'm not sure if I'm even tipsy anymore, I'm just tired now.
"Hey, go to sleep," Ethan says.
I close my eyes and do just that.