Chapter Eight
Devon
Ethan pushed me up against the wall in the short hallway from my front door to the kitchen. He pinned me there and rained dozens of kisses down my throat and over the shoulder he had pulled my straps from. He was all over me with his hands, and my body was singing with excitement as I anticipated what was going to unfold.
I had wanted to fuck him again since the first night we slept together. I was even more turned on this time than the last. That awkwardness I had felt the first time was gone, and so was Ethan’s restraint. He pulled my tank top off and then yanked my leggings down. I stepped out of them but one pant leg got caught up around my ankle.
Ethan tore them off and straightened before me. He tugged his shirt off over his head, revealing that rock-hard tanned body of his. A pressure unlike anything I had ever known settled in my lower belly. It was so tight and so intense that I knew I needed the release more than ever. I was so horny.
As soon as Ethan had his pants undone and around his calves, I dropped to my knees. He looked a little surprised at first as I looked up at him and took his cock in one hand. He watched, rigid with excitement, as I prepared to tantalize him with my tongue the way he had done to me two weeks ago.
I licked the very tip of him. I tasted the sweet saltiness of his precome and then took the head of his dick in my mouth. He let his arms hang by his sides and tilted his head back as I slowly took more of him into my mouth. I used my tongue on the bottom of his cock to apply a line of pressure down his shaft.
He seemed to like it, because the next thing I knew, one of his hands was buried in my hair, and he was gently rocking his hips back and forth. I stayed where I was, letting him fuck my mouth how he wanted. I loved how it felt when he hit the back of my throat. I was so wet, so excited, that it was all I could do not to touch myself. I wasn’t willing to do that in front of him. Not yet.
I felt his cock harden in my mouth. He was about to blow. I wanted to taste him.
I was a little disappointed when he pulled out. He bent down and took hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet. “Bedroom,” he said, his voice more a husky growl than anything else.
I brought him to my bedroom. When he fell on his back on my bed and looked expectantly at me, I couldn’t help but giggle.
“What’s so damn funny?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. His abs were even more prominent when he sat like that, and his hard cock was rigid against his lower abdomen.
“It’s just kind of weird to see you naked on my bed,” I said, gesturing at my powder pink sheets. He was a dark contrast to everything else in my room. My walls were white and decorated with watercolor paintings and Polaroid photographs. It smelled like vanilla candles and honey. Ethan was a dark-haired, tanned god on my bed who looked entirely out of place in here.
“Get over it,” he said, motioning me closer to him with the curl of his fingers, “and come sit on me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I lifted myself up, my hands on his chest, and he lifted his hips so that the tip of him was resting against my slit.
“God, you’re so wet,” he purred, both of his hands now taking hold of my hips.
He pulled me down on top of him. His cock slid inside me. The pressure that had been building in my lower belly became more intense. I knew I was going to orgasm quickly.
I straightened above him and twisted my hands behind my back to undo my bra. His eyes were fixed on me as I let the bra fall from my shoulders. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together for him. I was aware of how tender they felt and how sensitive my nipples were. I knew this wasn’t only because of how turned on I was. My hormones were already acting out.
I rode him hard and fast. I needed that release, and I didn’t care to wait for it. I wanted it now. His hands on my hips were a reminder of how strong he was. I liked the illusion of power I had as I arched my spine and found the perfect angle on top of him.
Suddenly, I was bursting apart. The pressure exploded inside me, and I became a weak, trembling thing of pleasure. Ethan took hold of me and pulled me down on top of him, crushing my breasts against his chest. As I continued to climax, he thrust his hips.
I cried out with pleasure and tried to muffle the sound in the groove of his shoulder and neck. I didn’t need my neighbors hearing our vigorous fucking.
When I was done, I straightened. He was smiling up at me. I rocked slowly back forth, enjoying the calmer more sensual rhythm.
“Turn around,” Ethan said. “I want to see your ass while you ride me.”
I had never fucked anyone like that before. I had always wondered if it would feel good, but I had been too shy to give any man that kind of up close and personal view of my lady bits.
But Ethan was different. I wasn’t worried about what he would think. In fact, I was confident he would like it.
So I lifted one knee and turned around, leaving his cock inside me the whole while. Then, I planted myself with one knee on either side of his hips and braced myself with a hand on top of each of his muscular thighs. I gave each leg a squeeze for my own benefit. They were rock hard.
Then I curved my spine and lifted my ass in the air. I felt his shaft glide out of me. I stopped when just the tip of him was in my pussy, and then, I lowered myself again. The spot his cock hit inside my pussy was delicious. I moaned and closed my eyes.
His hands grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. I heard that sound he made in the back of his throat again. His thumb ran over the side of my pussy as I eased his dick back inside me. The sensation of his touch was enough to push me over the edge again.
I rode him faster. His grip on my ass tightened. When I came, it took everything I had not to scream. At the same time, he climaxed, and I continued to fuck him a moment longer to enjoy the jerking of his cock inside me.
I lifted myself off him and looked back at him over my shoulder. His head was resting on the mattress, so all I could see was underneath his jaw and his neck. My God, he was so hot.
I climbed off of him and hopped off the bed to go clean myself up. I could feel his eyes on me as I went to the en suite. When I returned, he was standing and still watching me like a hawk. He went into the bathroom next, and I took the opportunity to throw on a pale pink robe.
I waited for him out in the kitchen. I gathered his clothes and put them on the counter for him. When he came out, he thanked me and dressed. I was disappointed when his abs disappeared beneath his shirt.
“So,” he said with a lopsided smile that did something terrible to my knees, “how are you feeling?”
“Better now,” I grinned.
He chuckled and did up his jeans. “No, no, I mean in general. Before the sex. With the pregnancy. How do you feel?”
I shrugged, kind of surprised by his interest. “Oh, you know. I’ve noticed I’m tired all the time. It would have been impossible for me to keep working at the art gallery and still go to all my classes feeling like this. My tits are kind of sore but not all the time. Besides that, I feel perfectly normal.”
“No morning sickness?”
“It’s too early for that,” I said. “The doctor warned me it might start happening in a few more weeks, though. But it’s not bad for everyone. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”
“I hope so,” Ethan said. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” I said.
“You’re sure? I can get whatever you need. Money isn’t an obstacle here. If you wake up at three in the morning craving Manhattan’s most expensive steak, I can get it for you in less than an hour.”
I blinked at him. Was he being serious? Did he really mean I could have anything I wanted, and I just needed to ask? “No, I’m fine,” I said again, not wanting to be a burden on him. This was a business deal. I already felt like things were getting a little too personal with all the sex, not that I was going to complain. The sex was too good, and I was more than willing to accept it as a perk of the surrogacy program.
“You’re sure?”
“Ethan,” I said, unable to hide my smile, “don’t worry. I have money, too, now. Remember? If I need something, I’m more than capable of getting it for myself.”
“Yeah, I know that, but I can still help you with things. You’re not in this thing by yourself, you know.”
“Doting Daddy already, huh?” I winked.
Ethan grinned more broadly than I had ever seen. The urge to knock him to the ground and ride him again swelled up inside me like a tsunami. I blushed fiercely and looked away as he ran his fingers through his hair. Even that simple motion was a turn on.
“I just want to make sure you’re taken care of,” Ethan said, “because you deserve to be. I know this probably isn’t how you saw yourself having a child, and I’m grateful for your,” he paused, trying to find the right word, “sacrifice.”
“This isn’t a sacrifice,” I told him firmly. “This is something that benefits us both. And if it makes you feel better, if I need you, I’ll call. I promise.”
He nodded, and I noticed a tension in his shoulders vanish. “Good. That’s all I wanted to hear. You just make sure you follow through with that. Any time is a good time.”
“Okay, Ethan,” I said, smiling again.
I walked him out and watched him walk down the narrow hallway to the stairwell five doors down from my apartment. At the door, he paused and looked back at me. Then, after a small wave, he vanished, and the door slammed closed behind him.
I slipped back into my apartment and locked all the locks on my door. I rested my shoulder blades against it and sighed. I felt content. I was at peace. Great sex was an amazing thing.
I shook my head. No, it was more than that.
Ethan Garrison naked on my bed with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen was an amazing thing. Fucking him had been euphoric.
I wanted to do it again.