“I’ll pick Cody up in the morning, okay?” I told Jessie, putting a hand on her shoulder and escorting her to the door.
She nodded. “Yeah, Jesus. Was he serious?”
I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “Don’t worry about it. Just go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded again and cast one last wary glance at Ethan. I thought I heard her whisper “Jesus” once more as she headed down the walk towards her car. I grinned, then closed the door after her. When I turned around, Ethan was standing, shoving his pants down to expose his hard, thick cock.
“Impatient?” I said, trying to be teasing and ending up sounding needy.
He grinned wickedly. “Yes. Now get over here so I can do bad things to you.”
I swallowed thickly, heat pooling low in my belly. I headed towards him as he sat back down on the couch, his hand gripping his length tightly. He stroked himself once, twice, his eyes focused on me. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered me. “Now.”
I grabbed it by the hem and obeyed, revealing bare breasts and already hardened nipples.
“That’s it. Your pants next.” He stroked himself again.
I undid my pants, kicking off my shoes before beginning to shove the denim down my legs. When all I had left were my panties, I reached for them, too, but he stopped me.
“No. I want to rip those off your body,” he growled at me.
I shivered, turned on by his words and the lingering memory of my dream from a couple of months ago.
He grinned at me. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’re such a naughty mom.”
I was on fire by the time I stopped in front of him. His length looked like it was practically pulsing with the need to be inside me. His eyes raked over his body, and he let his gaze linger at the apex of my thighs.
His hands reached for me. Fingers snaked beneath my panties. A second later, he fisted them and jerked. The fabric ripped from me, exposing me to him.
“Oh,” I groaned.
“Fucking sexy.” His hand reached for me again and this time he let his fingers slide over my folds. “You’re soaked. Looks like momma needs a little attention.” He slipped a finger inside then and I practically whimpered. “Don’t worry. You’ll get yours. I love making you come, showing you just how much you want this. But tonight, you’re going to do me first.”
I managed to focus on him through my haze of lust. “What do you mean?”
He grinned at me wickedly. “Get on your knees.”
I swallowed thickly, but did as I was told, even when he pulled his finger from my core. I got to my knees, settled between his legs. His length was poised right in front of me and it didn’t take a genius to know what he wanted. I licked my lips.
“Use your mouth.”
I did. I popped the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted salty and savory as I slid him farther into my mouth, letting my tongue cushion his length. I felt his hands tangle themselves into my hair, curling a fist around it. He added pressure to the back of my head, urging me to go down farther, but it wasn’t enough to choke me. I got all but the last inch or so before I had to pull back.
“Damnit, you know what you’re doing,” he murmured as I swirled my tongue around his head before taking him into my mouth again.
I swallowed as much of him as I dared, then pulled out again. As I got braver, my movements became quicker. I started to increase my pace, bobbing my head up and down in his lap. He groaned and I felt his legs flex and tremble. He was tensing, his muscles straining against the pleasure my mouth offered him.
I thought I would please him like that until he came, in my mouth or on my body, but he abruptly jerked me off him by the hair. I gasped, panting.
He reached down and helped me up by grabbing my shoulders. I got to my feet only to tumble onto Ethan’s lap as he sat back down on the couch. I ended up straddling him, a leg on either side like earlier, but this time we were bare. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core.
Gripping my hips tightly, he positioned me above him, then he pulled me down. I let out a loud cry as rammed into me.
“Fuck!”
My hands went to his shoulders as we began to move. Half of it was me, bouncing up and down on his lap, but the other half was him. His strong arms lifted me up and shoved me back down, his hands gripping my hips so tight it was right at the point of pain. But I didn’t care. I loved the way he filled me, made me feel as though this was what was missing from my life.