Billionaire Beast

"We'd better get you inside before you hurt yourself and I end up getting in trouble with your parents before I've even met them," Ethan joked and Tommy laughed heartily. It was good to see him so happy, and nice to see Ethan taking the time to make him feel good. He probably had no real intention of actually showing Tommy's designs to his tech team or wasting the money to develop them just for some kid, but Tommy didn't know that and it was sweet of Ethan to make the offer, even if they were just words.

Mom and Dad embraced Ethan with a bit more wariness than my excitable siblings had. It was obvious from the first awkward handshake that Ethan was lot closer to my Dad's age than he was to mine.

"How old are you, son?" my father asked, making my mother flush.

"Joe, it isn't polite to ask such things." Mom had turned bright pink, but Dad didn't care. His arms were crossed over his chest, in full protection mode of his family.

"That's for women, not men," Dad said to Mom. He turned to Ethan, and looked him up and down disapprovingly. "You look a bit more mature than the average young man I'd expect my 21-year-old baby to bring home."

"Yes, sir. I'm 42. I realize that seems a bit mature to be dating a girl of 21; but if I may say so, Kayla isn't your average kid. She has maturity and class that far exceeds her years.

“I was impressed by the way she carried herself in Los Angles, where women come from all around the country desperate to be models. Many of them will do anything to make it on the cover of Speed Magazine, but Kayla wasn't one of those girls. She had integrity and grace, the kind that doesn't come from plastic surgery or sleeping your way to the top.

“It was that strength of character that attracted me to her, and made me want to work with her. The more I got to know her, the more I respected her. I was drawn to her good heart, so we started a relationship. I can honestly say that I've benefitted more from meeting your daughter than I'm sure she has from meeting me, but I'll do my best to treat her right."

It was the perfect speech and when he was done, my father had lowered his arms and invited Ethan to sit down to dinner. Ethan promised to give my brothers a riding lesson in the morning when it wasn't dark out, and the whole evening was just what I had hoped it would be.

"It's getting late. I'd better get checked into my hotel so I can get some sleep. I promised the boys I'd give them a riding lesson right after breakfast, and I have a bad feeling that's a lot earlier here than it is in L.A."

"You can count on it," my mother said. Then she surprised me by saying, "But you don't need to check into a hotel. Now that Morgan and Tommy are the only two still living at home, we have plenty of space for guests. Kayla, of course, can sleep in her old bedroom, and you, Ethan, can have Junior’s old room here at the end of the hall. There are towels in the bathroom, and just give a holler if you need anything."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brandt," Ethan said graciously, although I was sure he would have been more comfortable staying in a four-star hotel in town.

I didn't have the heart to tell my mother I had been planning on staying in the hotel with him. Instead, we accepted the separate rooms with a smile, giving each other a playful wink behind her back.

I managed to sneak into Ethan's room later that night after everyone had fallen fast asleep, and he feigned surprise.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I came to make sure you're comfortable," I whispered in the dark.

"How comfortable could I be?" he joked, and lifted the bedspread so I could see that his feet were hanging off the edge where his tall frame exceeded the tiny, twin-sized bed.

"Maybe this will make things better," I smiled salaciously and removed my robe to reveal the red silk teddy I was wearing underneath.

I ripped the covers off the bed and pulled off Ethan's pajama bottoms and underwear in one movement, throwing them both on the floor. Then I climbed onto the narrow bed and took his large penis into my hands.

I brought my mouth down and kissed along the length of it, from the base all the way to the tip, and instantly, he became rock hard. Sighs of pleasure escaped his lips as I brought my tongue into play, lapping him like a popsicle before taking him fully into my mouth.

His sighs turned into groans of ecstasy and he had to struggle to stay quiet as I administered to him, thrusting his dick deep into my throat as I fucked him with my hot, wet mouth. When I brought my hand to cradle his balls, he jerked with pleasure, and I knew he was nearing orgasm. It wouldn't take much more stimulation, and I knew just what to do.

Keeping up the passionate thrusting of my mouth as I deep throated him, I brought my forefinger to the narrow space just between his balls and anus and gently massaged him there.

"Oh my God, you're incredible," Ethan groaned a little too loudly.

He gripped the mattress as every muscle in his body twitched and every nerve cell exploded with the powerful pleasure of his orgasm. Hot come shot down my throat and I swallowed it down hungrily. When at last he was finished, panting to catch his breath, I lovingly licked him clean.

"Better?" I asked him with a devilish grin.

"Much, but do your parents know what a naughty girl you are?"

"No, and I don't think you should tell them if you don't want to meet the barrel end of my father's shotgun," I whispered with a giggle.

"Well, I don't think this sort of behavior deserves to go unpunished." He grinned at me.

"What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" My eyes flashed with excitement. Just the thought of playing BDSM games in my childhood home was so deliciously taboo, it made my body tingle and my panties moistened instantly.

"You grew up here. You tell me. What fantasies did you have?" Ethan wanted to know. I only had to think about it for a moment before I knew the answer.