A Helping Hand (E.D)
Summary: He wants her, she wants him, but neither are willing to make the first move...that is until y/n stumbles upon Ethan pleasuring himself and screaming her name, who's gonna be the first to break?
Word Count: 10.1k
Warning: smut, some fluff
Ethan knew she was watching, his beautiful best friend, tucked behind the doorframe so quiet and innocent, listening to his desperate throaty moans of her name roll so sweet off of his tongue and into the dim yellow light of his bedroom. His hand wrapped tight around his hard cock - jerking off hungrily, and of course she was already dripping through her swim bottoms, arousal threatening to run down her legs.
She's a shivering horny mess against the cool wooden frame. He was dead drunk on the thought of her body and thriving on the fact that she hadn't walked away yet.
After a long hot day of watching his best friend y/n lounging in the pool in her tiny red bikini, long hair floating like a halo in the water, breasts somehow perkier than ever, nipples hard, water droplets sitting pretty against her golden tanned skin, he couldn't take it any longer. He continued to stare while her lips continued to wrap around a red straw even as she felt his burning sultry gaze, sucking up sweet peach tea that Grayson had made minutes prior to taking a dip into their pool. It was mind blowing how bad she got to Ethan. It was mind blowing how hard she got him with a simple glance.
He'd seen her damn near naked so many times and they had effected him, yes, but not like today. Today was different. He had to have her even if he only let himself have her in his mind. He used to be able to control himself better, but he can feel his self control dwindling fast on days like today when she looked so good under the golden LA sunlight, water dripping off her angelic body. The very thought makes him throw his head back with a grunt, head hitting the mattress with force.
They had gotten out of their pool after countless hours of stolen glances from both parties (Ethan's being more direct, hers being more shy and discrete). The sun had started to sink below the horizon - a mixture of blazing reds and oranges cast across their blushing cheeks making Grayson internally gag by the sexual tension floating around them: utterly impossible to ignore and very uncomfortable for the younger twin.
Grayson had gotten used to seeing the teasing stares, tender yet longing touches, and wandering lust-filled eyes, but that didn't necessarily mean he enjoyed it. Today he settled for a subtle gesture - elbowing Ethan when he was caught staring at her stretched out body for too long. Grayson wasn't stupid. He knew that his twin and their best friend were bound to be together and bound to inevitably fuck. And the look on Ethan's face said it all. The fucking bikini only hid so much from his preying eyes. But the nudge was just enough to snap him out of his trance for about three seconds before he caught her rolling over to ensure she could get an even tan on both sides. He stared for a good 15 minutes more before she decided it was far too hot to remain in the direct sunlight. But then he saw the water running off of her sun kissed body, rising up from the pool by the stairs in a wet sexy mess, that had done it for him. Ethan had made up a lame excuse that he was tired and needed a nap, ignoring the dabbing of her towel across her body - avoiding all eye contact and walking briskly into the house and to his bedroom, leaving Grayson and y/n to do what they will until he was finished busting a load to the thought of the sinfully naughty things he would do to her if she'd let him.
He had "forgotten" to close the door, far too desperate to get rid of him embarrassing situation to remember the simple task. But he was glad he didn't now. He enjoyed her preying eyes far too much to want to go back and fix his blessing in disguise. The universe had a funny way of making things happen. He's never wanted anyone as bad as he wants her and it both scares the shit out of him and excites him at the same time. To want someone so much he can't stop thinking about it is possibly the craziest thing he's ever gone through. Not just a want that's physical but emotional as well. It's a mental cycle he's not sure he wants out of. All he wants is clarity. Does she want him? does she not? Make a move? Keep it simple? Go all the way? Fuck her on the table? Fuck her in the shower? See if she opposes to him finger fucking her in the car for scientific purposes? It was all in the grey area.
But it was also a line they were both afraid to cross. Being together was what y/n and Ethan were good at - as friends. But fuck did they both want more. More in more ways than one. They deserved more. Physical and emotional. They deserved to receive the love they both possessed for one another. They were too afraid to want each other in the way they longed for. Too afraid to cross the line. To afraid to let themselves have what they both deserved. It was almost torturous for the people they were around, acting like a couple but ignoring what stared them right in the face.
So this was the explanation. The result of being denied her body for too long. If she was going to be a stubborn ass and look that damn good in that skimpy red bikini then he was going to scream her fucking name out while he fucked himself at the thought of her.
He thought it would be less creepy if he searched up a porno of someone that simply looked like her instead of looking at a picture - needing a little shove in the right direction. He wouldn't be able to control himself if he looked at her pretty doe eyes anymore than he already had today. But as the video started playing, he simply closed his eyes and pictured her in his mind - her soft silky legs, her delicate arms, her tiny fragile hands, her round peachy ass, her long eyelashes, and those fucking plump lips he'd imagined around his cock more times than he would care to admit. He'd even dreamt about it, often times waking up to a bed full of cum from his hips grinding into the sheets for friction - dead convinced he had been sinking into her wet warmth the whole time. He'd always woken up disappointed.
He imagined the way she said his name and grew confident that she would be begging him with the same fucked out tone he'd dreamt about for so long all while he dicked her down into his mattress, ass up, face down in the pillow, hand gripping into her wavy locks. He would absolutely ruin her.
The moans started playing along with the flashing images he had in his head was enough to have him begging into the empty bedroom and it was driving him to pump faster faster faster, tightening his fist, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his reddened cock. The moans were drawn out and desperate, exactly how he thinks she would sound. He swiped it with his thumb, circling the swollen tip before slicking his tight fist back down - dreaming and fantasizing it was y/n's sweet pretty pussy.
He almost felt bad, he really did - but that quickly slipped away when he started to remember how he noticed the hard clenching of her thighs when they would sit next to each other while watching a movie - y/n all cozied up in his big sweatshirt and leaning into his cozy turtleneck against his chest, him wearing it because he knows it's her favorite of hers - the smell of strawberry's and peach tea overtaking him, breathing deeply when his hand slowly moved higher up her thigh. Her hands were trembling, her thigh slipping tentatively over his lap, nearly grinding down onto his growing bulge, wanting more. They were sadly cut short when Grayson's loud snore cut through the air from the opposite end of the couch, ruining the moment. They never mentioned it again.
There had been many nights of the same sexual tension between the two since she moved in from Jersey at their request: so much so even, that Grayson caught on and had started bitching at Ethan to shoot his shot with her (having heard from a wine drunk y/n that she felt the same). He always refused, convinced that although they had sexual tension, he wouldn't be worthy of her beautiful mind he's come to love. But her moving in had been a dream for him. It had given him a sense of hope. His best friend for so many years that he was desperately head over heels for was following him across the country to finally give herself the life she deserved away from her controlling parents...and maybe get the guy she deserved even if she didn't intend on it at first.
Even if she did stay in the spare bedroom most of the time, she would often find herself curled into her best friend Ethan - snuggling herself into the warmth of his chest and listening to his rapid heartbeat that would make his cheeks flare with embarrassment when he looked down at her wide eyes gleaming back. It was unlike anything she's ever felt before...to be wrapped up into the man she loves and be completely uncertain of what it meant and if he felt it to. She'd always been in the dark. But they both would admit to anyone that asked that they both slept better the nights they were tangled together in his bed.
Judging by what she is seeing before her and hearing right at this very moment - he does. All of her senses itched to walk into the room and slap his hands way to take control herself, knowing that all the built up sexual tension inside her for him would come out to play. She knew she could work him to a mind-blowing orgasm - even better than he's probably imagining in his mind at this moment. She closed her eyes and thought about how good she would suck his dick. How she would make it a point to keep squeezing his balls and slurping until he came at least three times. She thought about how proud she wanted to make him. She thought about being on top and bouncing down onto his massive cock. The urge to make him proud was almost euphoric for her, never really feeling it before. But fear was keeping her planted behind the doorframe, inching closer inside of the room just to hear and see him a little bit better.
Her red swimsuit still clung to her body in a wet mess, now soaked with her arousal from hearing her best friend fuck himself while screaming her name. She had left her clean clothes in the bathroom before she had heard him, now thankful she had dropped them off. Her nipples were hard, the breeze drifting in the hallway from the AC in contrast to her wet bathing suit not making it any better for.
He looked so good, laying back against the creamy white colored comforter; bare body glimmering in the soft yellow light of the lamp, large hand wrapped tightly around himself - ring gleaming on his finger, metal necklace resting against his chest, laptop open beside him playing a porno with a girl that looked suspiciously like her, his eyes closed, hair a dark mess atop his head, breathing heavy, fucking breathtaking. A smile makes its way onto her lips at the fact that he looked up someone that looked like her, but wished he had just looked at a picture of her instead.
That's when she see's his eyes land on a picture of the two of them smiling on his computer desk, Ethan's arms swung around her shoulders, her lips softly pressing into his cheek, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She remembers this picture, and remembers even more the day he sat his on his desk, looking at it for far too long until he turned away to join her in his bed. It is a picture that meant the world to him, a snapshot of the true love-drunk smile on his face that seemed to pop up whenever she was around. He stares at the picture now, hand rubbing his shaft while he takes in her long hair and small smirk in the picture, trying to remember the feeling of her lips on his skin - only making his head dizzier.
She thanks the gods that Grayson decided to go to the store for a last minute bbq run, on his dad shit once again, because she gets to see Ethan spread out and begging for her without any interruptions. It was a sight she never wanted to forget, watching him horny as ever. She knows the feeling, doing the same thing to herself on days that were too much to handle.
His hand twists and works at himself hard, smacking against his balls and yelling her name into the air with a neck vein popping out. She rubbed her thighs together for friction, afraid if she kept watching she would drip down her legs and onto the floor. That would be embarrassing to clean up. It was all she would give herself right now, not sure if she wanted to go to far and have him catch her...but maybe she did want that. She's vocal, so there is no doubt in her mind she would make noise.
"F-fuckkk y/n yes bounce on me like that...yes baby," he moans, looking down at the hand that works on him masterfully "tight pussy so good for me."
He makes sure that she can hear every word, every syllable and the way he says her name, wanting her to break and show him that she wants him just as much. This may be his moment, at least he's hoping it is. This may be the moment she breaks and shows his what she's always thinking in that beautiful brain of hers.
His fist speeds up just as she snaps, reaching down hastily for the edge of her own swim bottoms, pushing a shaking hand underneath, being met with her own wetness. She slicks her fingers through her drenched folds, breathless already by hearing his moans and yells bouncing against her ears. She was almost ashamed of how wet she was over her bestfriend but she just couldn't resist. She stared into the bedroom still - glaring at him for playing with her head and body. She rests a hand against the doorframe - grip like a vice, her face falling against her forearm as she works herself, rubbing hard circles against her little clit wishing it was him. He starts to groan louder, wanting her to come in already before he breaks apart.
And then he hears her whimper desperately from her hiding spot behind the wall that leads to the hallway and he decides she's not gonna break until he makes her. She's far too gone to notice the moans in the video pause, a pen drop silence falling over the house. This is what she assumed would happen, she just wasn't sure what exactly would happen if he did in fact catch her.
She rubs harder, fingers working fast against her dripping core as she practically rides her own hand, hips bucking and grinding down - imagining herself bouncing and grinding on his dick was an image that made her heat up and accidentally whimper into the quiet of her hiding spot. If only she noticed that Ethan had gotten up from his spot on the bed to come and get her, done with the secretive shit and wanting to fuck her sexy ass into the sheets far too much to let her pleasure herself while spying on him - wanting to have her screaming his name so loud the entire city of LA would be able to hear.
Little y/n didn't even know what was coming for her as she feels long fingers grab her wrist lightly, causing her head to shoot up and lust filled eyes fall on Ethan's hazel ones that looked at her so dark that she caught herself whimpering again. She tried wiggling her fingers to continue, so close to cumming from his desperate sounds and warm hand on her wrist that she couldn't possibly stop. She should have been embarrassed to have been caught, but she couldn't care less. She needed him. Right now even if he looked at her differently after. She actually loved being caught, knowing this might be the end of their little denial game.
"Need help Princess?" he steps up behind her, hot chest pressing close against her back, dick pressing against her ass as he removes her hand to stop herself from coming undone before he was done with her. At this point, she didn't get the right to make herself cum- that was all his job now.
His smirk was devilish behind her back, breath fanning over her neck in gentle puffs. She felt tiny, being pressed against the doorframe by his large body - never noticed how big he truly was until now.
Her answer was simple, music to his ears.
"P-please."
That was all it took.
Her chest was heaving, streams of tears were running down her scrunched up face with desperation. At the sound of her whimper Ethan's hand snakes down from her stomach and lower to cover her clothed stimulated clit, exactly where she needed him, slowly rubbing to drive her crazy. She forgets that this is her best friend and finally lets herself have what she wants, what she's always wanted. Ethan. Fuck the control she's always wanted to have. Fuck her worries about ruining the friendship. Although she hoped it wouldn't. She hoped for something more after this - prayed he wanted the same. But right now she wanted him to treat her like his personal little fuckdoll - let out all of that sexual frustration on her.
"I got her sweetheart," he mutters once more, cute Jersey accent jumping out. She swallows the thick lump in her throat, not believing her luck that this is actually happening - something that's long overdue. Ethan is actually here, touching her where she wanted him most, whispering sweet sensual nothings into her ear. It was enough to force her to take a deep breath and calm herself, not wanting to rush the moment.
His dick rests long and heavy against her ass, twitching with every subtle movement she makes. She shakes by feeling the length against her skin, not surprised by his size by just seeing him jerking off in front of her - but still needy as ever. In a desperate move to feel him she rocks back, moaning loudly throughout the dark empty hallway.
"Ethan please I need more I need more!" she moans out desperately, delicate hand against his wrist while he works her faster, rubbing and pinching her clit in between two of his skilled fingers. He works her in figure eights, wanting to laugh at how she jumps. One hand clings to her bare waist while he rubs her pussy fast - her wetness making his cock twitch against her ass once more. How easy it would be to slick himself down and sink into her, but he's holding himself back - wanting to taste her first.
"Think you can just watch me and not help me huh? Think you're gonna fuck yourself while watching me and not put yourself to work on this dick? Fuck you're so in for it" he laughs menacingly, chin in the crook of her neck to suck a lovebite into the skin boldly. He knew what he was doing and he wasn't afraid to show her what he thinks about day in and day out. He rocks against her for some kind of relief.
"Hearing me moan for you must have gotten you this drenched right mama?" he urges on, twisting her around in his hands only to snake his fingers under her small swim bottoms, yanking them down her velvety legs to pool on the cold wooden floor. "Wanna see your face baby."
Her head is nodding all while his mind was reeling on the turn of events. the girl he had dreamed about for as long as he can remember was touching herself while watching him, now finally under his very own fingers desperate for him. It was enough for him to groan against the side of her neck, holding her closer.
His fingers work against her still, touching her bare pussy - he takes in her features: scrunched up nose, parted lips, the ones he's fantasized about kissing since he began to understand the appeal of girls, wavy hair, eyelashes fluttering against her heated cheekbones, hand clutching his straining wrist. She's thinking about the hand touching her and whines when she notices it's the same one that was tugging at his length moments prior.
His hesitation only lasted for a moment until he finally pressed his lips against hers. It was delicate in spite of the dirty actions he was committing, moving slow and patiently, not wanting to overwhelm her even if that was long completed. She sinks into him, blown away by the softness of the lips she's longed for for so long, feeling something more in the kiss. the passion took their breath away, his wrist coming to a stop to focus on her lips. The kiss deepened into a hot heavy mess of tongue and a fight for dominance. It wasn't their first kiss - it was their second. Their first had been in a moment of weakness in the Jeep, his hand had been resting on her thigh the whole night and she couldn't take it anymore, shocking him with a surprisingly passionate kiss. What was really the shock was the fact that he'd kissed her back just as hard, hand coming to rest on the back of her head to keep her there. She's wanted a repeat since that night.
A little noise comes from her throat when he removes his hand from her wet core, taking his lips away from hers for a split second to fumble with the tie at the back of her swim top - tugging the flimsy red string between his fingers. It finds its resting place on the floor along with her long forgotten swim bottoms, a red puddle to worry about later.
With one final heated kiss against her soft lips he lifts her body with a squeak so her legs rest on his broad shoulders, shaky thighs wrapped around his head while he grins up at her sinfully, ready to fucking destroy her little cunt with his mouth. She's mistaken if she thinks he's not going all the way, putting all the cards on the table. That includes his little secret kink.
"Who got you this wet?" he demands, licking his lips - staring at her dripping center that begs for him to destroy it. That's exactly what he intends to do. He intends to make her remember what is waiting for her if she'll have him. He intends to make her admit she wants him - more than just this one night - but always like he does her. He intends to make her what he wants.
"Y-you did E," she stutters out through her tears of pleasure, desperate for him to touch her again in any way. She's been waiting so long for this, she just wants it to happen in case it's a dream and she wakes up. Her hips jive upwards towards his face, needing friction and hoping her answer was enough for him to give it to her.
"No," he kisses her thigh with a hiss, causing a shiver to run down her back all the way to her toes, "who got you this fucking wet baby?"
her heart hammers in her chest as a lightbulb goes off, pumping faster than it ever has. She finally knows what he means. Fuck he's a sexy mess. Her sexy mess. She is surprised by her own possessive thought.
"You did D-Daddy," she whispers, knowing what he wants to hear and shuddering as she says it - loving the word rolling off her tongue more than she should. She's never called anyone that name, but it fits him so well in her mind. Her eyes are hooded, looking down at him right as he blows a gust of cool air against her pussy, licking a hard stripe right up her middle and tucking the tip of his wet tongue into her tight little fuckhole.
"That's right mama I did, now tell Daddy how good he's doing, tell me if I'm doin it right," he mumbles into her, giving her smooth ass a rough smack, the clap reverberating off of the walls, causing her to jump against his slick lips. Her tiny hands tug on his fluffy strands of hair to grind her cunt into his face harder, reveling in the control she has even if it's for a moment. Although he's holding her in the air, she feels almost powerful swiveling her hips against his face and forcing him to keep tongue fucking her.
His tongue is fucking into her cunt at a rapid pace. He brings an arm up to reach around her silky thigh to rest his thumb flat against her throbbing clit to rub roughly against the nub in figure eight motions.
"Feels so good Daddy keep-keep doing that please," she praises her man, the warmth of his thumb against her clit has her legs twitching and head rolling back against the wood.
"Please and what baby?" he grins, taking his tongue out of her hole to raise an eyebrow at her, "use your manners kitten."
"Thank you..." with a nod he's back licking into her, his cupid's bow wet with her juices and lips warm against her.
He moaned once more at the sight of her rapidly moving chest, and suddenly he felt arrogant that he finally had her here under his very own mouth calling him Daddy and begging for him. He had begun to think she liked Grayson for a while - they always spent so much time together when he would get a bit distant from her, noticing he was being noticeably loving and worrying he would scare her, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
He wanted to show her what he was really made of. His cocky nature comes flying out of him, the one every teases him about. He dug his nails into her thighs, crescent shaped marks appearing in her milky skin and hands flying out of his hair to cover her open mouth when his tongue comes up to flatten against her clit once more, slurping up the addicting taste against his tongue. The look she gave him drove him wild, precum dripping from his tip at the desperation in her eyes. he returned her look with a lustful darkness.
When he dipped his tongue back into her, her core squeezed and pulsed around his tongue, her legs threatened to close around his head from the sensation of his tongue darting in and out - occasionally slipping out to lick from her asshole and back up. He laughed into her and tsk'd her for a moment before yanking her legs back open to dive in deeper, drowning in her wetness. Finally, he stuck a finger in - only about knuckle deep when she rolled her head back against the doorframe again, so overwhelmed with pleasure and he's just begun. He chuckled at her flustered reaction and moved up to place a quick kiss against her clit.
"y/n," he whispered against her skin "look at me."
"Can't," she whimpered, afraid if she looked down at him she'd cum on the spot. She wanted it to last forever, so caught up in him. But she had to admit, she would like to see him staring up at her just so she could have the image stored in her mind forever.
"Baby look at me," his tone is stern, letting her know she wouldn't like the orgasm denial he was sure to give her if she continued to ignore him. She lowered her head and peaked at him below her, finger buried deep inside her core, just then he decides to add another long digit - curling upwards right to her g-spot when he sees her pretty eyes looking at him. She grins at his tinted cheeks, rose colored lips, puckered and swollen from sucking at her.
"D-Daddy you look-look so..." she's breathlessly praising him.
"Look so what mama? Hold my hair, hold it back for Daddy," he grunts.
She drops her hands from her lips once again to to run her fingers through his curled fringe, swallowing when she sees his eyes close in relief. Adoring hands against his scalp, she couldn't be more whipped. Her nails scratch lightly against his scalp, making him suck and finger her even harder. He then noticed that she was a load moaner, not the annoying kind that desired attention much like a pornstar, but her pants and whimpered were loud and sang against his eardrums. Music to his ears.
"So pretty E-fuck keep doing that-harder pleaseeee," she pants through her parted lips.
He pushed his fingers in and out of her, waving them inside of her to push them against her upper wall. The pads of his fingers tickled her sensitive spot in a way that had her immediately whine- the moan that it turned into made his head dizzy. He was thriving off of the strength he felt holding her up against the doorframe and finger fucking her like this- she might think she has control, but he is going to prove her wrong. He sped up, shaking his tongue against her swollen clit.
"Oh shit," she whispered into the dark chilly hallway, not believe how skilled he was at this. He hummed against her pussy, pulling her closer by her thighs, squeezing slightly in appreciation of her praising.
She felt that familiar feeling in her stomach, warm and wild, twisting and turning as is headed down to her aching core. He felt her seize up and relax, repeated after a few seconds and new she was close.
"Cum for me baby, cum all over my fingers," his voice was raspy.
That's when she felt it, falling and flying all at once, body alight with heat. This time was different, something much more than her regular highs. Her body was shaking under his hands, bucking hips, thighs quivering, hands yanking harder on his hair and she let go all over his fingers and face - slightly squirting - the wetness dripping down his wrist. She didn't know she could achieve such a thing, admiring Ethan even further for brining her to that point.
He waited until her eyes fluttered back open to remove his fingers and suck them clean - groaning at the taste of her.
"You taste good," he groans, popping the digits from his mouth.
He lowered her to her feet, legs a bit shaky from the intense orgasm she just had. Their eyes stayed locked on one another, faces close, lips ghosting, smirking at each other, ready for more. His thumb rises to glide across her lips, tracing the outline with a slow finger. His tongue darts from his own lips to wet them, staring her down.
"You have no idea how long I've thought about these lips," he admits with a soft voice, floating on cloud 9. A sweet innocent smile spread across her lips before she hooked a finger in the chain around his neck to bring his lips down to meet her own, tasting her arousal, "how much I've thought about them wrapped around my dick," he mutters against her skin.
His words set something off in her - the urge to make him proud even stronger now. She didn't want him thinking she was someone he had to go easy on. She wanted him to know she wouldn't break and she could be just as wild. she wanted to make him see she could make him feel just as good.
With that thought and an evil grin she pushed his chest backward, breaking away from his lips, and grabbed his hand, yanking him into the dimly lit bedroom from the hallway. He was dumbstruck by her sudden movement, excited to see what she had in store. She had a look on her face he'd seen many times before; determination. Excitement coursed through his veins.
He was dragged over to the bed in a stunned state and shoved roughly onto the mattress, his back making contact with a thud only to stare up at an awaiting y/n that didn't give him a second glance before dropping to her knees in front of him, hard stare on his awaiting girth. He runs a quick hand through his hair, dizzy with actually seeing her kneeling before him after all his time dreaming about it. When she batted her pretty long eyelashes up at him he rolled his eyes with a gentle "shit", anticipating her lips around him more than he'd care to admit. They were red and swollen from their kissing, he could only imagine what they must look like wrapped around him. A giggle erupted from her at the mind-blowing sight and she proceeded to grab lightly at the base of his shaft and stroked slowly, torturing him a little more.
With a low groan from his throat she sped up to a fast tug and pull, leaning in to swirl her tongue around his pink tip, kissing up and down the side and back up, working around her slicked hand that pumps him with purpose. He jumps in shock at the feeling of her tongue gliding across his slit. He had to admit, his hand wouldn't never be able to top this.
"Gonna make you so proud" she muttered lowly, not meaning to say it aloud to him but the determination too strong not to. She wanted him to brace himself because even if she's only given head a few times in the past, this means more to her than ever. This is the first time she's giving head to someone she loves, and this tops the chart any day.
"You already fucking do oh my God-" he's cut short when her mouth envelopes him whole, sinking lower and lower on him until she has his entirety in her mouth, her chin is pressed right against his balls. She gagged a bit, throat squeezing slightly to make him buck up surprised. His eyebrows scrunched down into an endearing pout that happened to be her favorite sight, lip between his teeth, totally under her finger. With this she slips her mouth back up, tongue wiggling back and forth all the way up, bringing out tongue tricks to really get him going. She's folding it at unfolding on the way down, curling it around him, kissing messy on the vein on the underside of him.
A hand flies up to rest within her hair, clenching with a gentle force, letting her know to keep going, keep taking him all like a good girl. And a good girl she is. So that's exactly what she did, only faster, hallowing her cheeks more and more. Her eyes were tearing up, a tear or two slipping out of the corner of her eye to wet her cheeks, his dick twitching knowing that she is trying so hard for him.
"I knew you would deepthroat like a pro, just how I imag-ahhhh" he's pushing his hips up into her mouth, face fucking her to make her gag more, already addicted to the feeling of her throat tightly closing around him every time his tip rubbed the back, gagging time and time again.
"Mhmmm," she hummed around him, knowing she's getting to him but wanting to be in control while she still can. Her hands slap hard against his thighs, slamming them back down into the mattress to assert whatever type of dominance she had in this moment.
"You like being in control babydoll?" he taps her cheek, wiping a tear off and grinning down at her.
"Love it Daddy," she admits to him when she comes up for air, lightheaded from lack of oxygen. She stares him down while she slicks her tongue across his slit, making him jump in her mouth once more. She knows that drives him nuts.
"B-Baby stop looking at me l-like that," he cries out, tightening his fist in her hair, worried that he won't get to finish inside her if she keeps going. He tugs at her hair, trying to get her to stop bopping on him. But she doesn't stop, in fact, she just keeps sucking harder and faster, bopping her head up down all the way to the hilt and back up. She even goes as far and reaching a hand down to roll his balls within her hands, dropping down and sucking them into her mouth one after the other - hand taking over pumping him until her lips return and he is deep within her throat once again. She wants him to finish, knowing that she is going to get what she wants either way.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck y/n stop stop I'm gonna cum" he's cut off by his own scream, fist gripping the comforter beside him, head thrown back, neck vein prominent, teeth bared, eyes rolled back, rocking into her mouth through his orgasm. Hot spurts spill into her mouth against her tongue, and she makes sure to swallow it all, licking him up and down to make sure she gets it all. She notices that his cum is sweeter than any she's ever tasted, the thought alone making her smile up at him while licking her lips clean of him.
"Mmm you taste good E," it's a quiet statement into the dimly lit room, almost inaudible.
He's a panting wreck, mind racing, the thought of her refusing to stop and sucking him dry almost pissed him off. He glares at her, tugging her hair so hard she shoots up to his face with a surprised gasp, hovering right over his lips, hand keeping her steady against his abs.
"Think you can pull off a stunt like that? Ride daddy now. Show me what you can do," he mutters, every time he says a word his lips graze hers, goosebumps raising prominent against her soft skin. He knows he's in control no matter if she's on top, she might feel like a badass now, but has no idea who she's messing with. This is someone that's lusted after her for years - praying one day she'll see him and give in and he would have her right where he does right now. He's not taking it easy. He's going to fuck the shit out of her until she sees stars. She's frozen, liking the pulling he's doing on her hair so much so that she doesn't even register what he said. Usually it pisses her off when someone pulls on her hair, the pain making her angry. But it's a complete 180 when it comes to Ethan Dolan - she thrives from the tugging he's doing, his fingers gently massaging as he does so. He pulls her down for a hard kiss, sloppy and dirty, tongues rolling against each other. It's passionate but he makes it a point to tell her something within their kiss, something he wants to admit, makes it feel like he's admitting a secret between their lips.
"Did I fucking stutter?" he's growling when they pull apart, still keeping her close to him until he grabs her waist, hauling her up so her legs rest on either side of his hips, pussy hovering right over his already rock hard length. Once isn't enough. She's putting both hands on his stomach for leverage, one right over the tattoo on his side, drenched from his rough actions and demanding tone. She's shaking her head, letting him know she heard him and understands what he wants. Her palms are warm as can be, feathery touches hot on his skin. He's always loved how gentle she is with everything she does, innocent as can be. A sinful angel.
She took a moment to drink him in before she got started: all his smooth sun-kissed skin on display with his cock resting perfectly against his navel line. His slight happy trail stretched down, baby hairs tickling her fingers.
She finally took him in her hand, teasing her body down only for her to slick his head up and down her cunt, slipping him in her folds and rolling her hips along his length, just rubbing lightly to tease and drive him wild. With a stern look from her horny man she decided to be nice - but not before she saw pre-cum drip from his dip and down onto his stomach, his eyes wide when she spread her lips up him, her warm tongue suckling up all that he let out. She hums at the taste on her taste buds, licking her lips soon after.
He's trained on her face, almost uncertain where to look when she took his hand in hers and stuck two of his fingers into her mouth to have something to suck on. She makes sure she achieved her goal, staring at him with dark eyes, whining around his fingers as she continued to flick her hips back and forth to rub herself on his dick. She's teasing her hole before continuing again. She's a bit sensitive from how good he ate her out only moments before, but excited to feel him and all of his glory up inside her. It had him tumbling out words before thinking.
"You're beautiful angel," the way he says it makes her heart flutter, butterflies erupting deep in her tummy. It was a sentence that sounded to endearing, so loving coming from his mouth, a look of awe cast over his features. Almost as if he couldn't believe his eyes. And in a way, he couldn't. All it did was make her crave his cock more.
He sits up on his elbows when she squeezes him her hand, circling his tip at her opening. His tongue darts out to wet his lip while staring her down. It distracted her for a split second - she leans down to press her lips against his and swivels her hips down after a long pause. He exhaled hard against her lips, relishing in her tight pussy sinking lower on him second by second. It's a feeling he won't forget.
"Daddy," she whines when she sits all the way down against him to bottom out, "fuck you feel so good...so big," only boosting his ego further. He was getting a big head faster than he could imagine.
"That's right baby keep bouncing on me keep going," he urges her on, wanting to pick up the pace but being patient. Patience has always been key with y/n, he's never rushed her - that's something she's always loved about him. He drags his lips up her slacked jaw to her ear, saying the words quietly when she began to dip and rock on him, "so tight and wet for me aren't ya?"
"Only for you," she promises quickly, noticing only then that's it's true. No one has ever gotten her as wet as Ethan does on a damn near every day basis. Whether he's standing in the kitchen, working out hard in their gym, lounging on the couch watching a movie, driving the Jeep, or taking a dip in the pool, she was always thinking about the things she'd do, always dripping. It'd been a constant battle in her head. Too many nights rubbing it out to the thought of him. She had a feeling those nights would be less frequent, or at least she hoped so. She snaps her hips faster, arching her back to give him more access to her neck, lips kissing up and down, over the purple bruises and causing new ones. She throws her head back with fluttering eyes, feeling him so deep. He kisses the spot just under her chin, such an odd place to kiss but somehow making her smile at the feeling, his hands dropping to her hips to splay his long fingers against her ribs, feeling the heavy up and down motion due to her shallowed breathing. The tingle sends her sitting up straight and changing her position. Ethan watched her with heavy eyelids, lip caught between his teeth while he watched her hips swirl down on him in fluid movements, twisting and snapping in all different directions.
Her hips dip and churn on his cock, slowing down at times just to grin at him sinfully, wanting it to last longer. She's edging him like a bitch and he thrives on that energy, planning to use it against her later. She's teasing herself on his cock, edging herself as well. It's not enough. With the thought in mind she keeps half of him inside to rest her palms flat on his chest, leaning forward so her long hair tickles his pecks, hips starting to bounce with an urgency that has his head falling back. He closes his eyes at the sensation of her quicker movements, hands lowering to rest on her ass, shaking up and down as she bounces. He smacks a hand down hard, a large red mark being left behind on her skin. She knows it's going to sting in the morning, maybe even later in the evening - but it's going to hold as a reminder of what happened and she can't complain about that.
The other hand rested against his dark brow, across his forehead while his eyes stayed glued to his dick disappearing up into her repeatedly. It was almost too much to handle - seeing her so fucked out on top of him.
He decides he needs it harder, clasping onto the sides of her waist - holding her still before lifting his hips to slam up into her, causing her to cry out a loud "fuck". She's screaming out his name over and over while he rams into her without a pause, using her body as his own fucktoy, just how she wanted.
His fingers grip her tight and a grunt oozes through his clenched teeth, "Jesus fuck this pussy is so good, who's pussy is this?" his question is possessive, wanting her to say she belongs to him.
"Yours, all yours I p-promise baby..." it comes out in a long breath, head lobbing to the side.
He nods up at his, approving of her answer, knowing this is going to change things. Her moans are crescendoing into the room, her body heat rising, his hands slamming her down harder against him, taking full control of her euphoric body.
"I'm gonna cum E I'm gonna cum," she warns, wanting to warn him and maybe get him there faster, not knowing he's been holding back for her for a while now. Watching her tits bounce while he slams into her is too much for his horny mind.
"Cum on me princess, all over, give me a show," his thumbs comes to her clit, rubbing fast circles.
She can feel that same pressure, an intense burn that's waiting to burst into flames. The contrast of his cock fucking her and the fingers of his hands squeezing on her skin felt like a small piece of heaven. Her eyes squeeze shut as it happens once more. Ethan is coating the inside of her cunt in long spurts, continuing to ram into her to milk himself.
Her body is lifted involuntarily off of his dick when she squirts again, loving the warmth of his cum inside her to much she's painting his abdomen with her juices, spraying out of her cunt hard. It lasted longer than the time before, the feeling of his cock fucking up inside her so overwhelming her body couldn't handle it. Nails are digging in to his chest while she's looking down, noticing more spray out and his cock leak just a bit more. She's tired, gazing at him - her doe eyes wanting some comfort. But he's not done.
Her eyes are widening in shock watching his cock grow once more, her pussy clenching around nothing. Just seeing him hard again has her aching.
"Fuck need more," he urges absentmindedly, completely exhausted but needed more of her sweet pussy.
He grabs her hands within his own, placing them both on the headboard above his head.
"Hold onto the headboard for me," it is a simple instruction, one that has her clutching onto the headboard with a tight grasp, tired out from two intense squirting orgasms. She can't refuse him, knowing she's wrapped around his pretty ring clad finger.
His hands grab at her ass to pull the flesh apart, smacking and squeezing it in his massive palms. She finds his cock slipping into her easier than before from being so spread and wet for him at that point. She's surrendering her body to him, letting him use her in whatever way he pleases, under his spell.
Before she can blink he's back at it again, holding her hips tight and slamming up into her once again, determined to have a repeat of her pussy gushing just one more time. He knows he can get her there, confident of his will to please her.
She reaches a hand down to his throat, squeezing lightly enough just so that he can feel the pressure, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead from the shaking and force of his thrusts. He's moaning at the sensation of her hand around his throat constricting his airway, never thinking he would like it as much as he did, but it gets him pumping faster.
Her mouth drops open in a cry, tears slipping out of her eyes at the depth he's hitting, hitting the spot that makes her see stars. She's reeling at how vocal Ethan is, grunted and groaning and growling into the air, lips attaching to her nipples to twist at the buds and suckle hard, pulling out all the tricks. His eyes are rolling in the back of his head when she clenches her walls repeatedly on him every few seconds, almost as if her pussy was fluttering.
"C'mon just one more time for Daddy E," he shouts, hitting into her fuckhole harder, "I know you can baby give me one more."
She couldn't wrap her mind around his thought process, how he thought she could possibly cum one more time. He sounded like he was begging for him, ramming faster and harder than before. Eyes pleading with her to give it to him one more time. It was like he refused to cum until she was already there, keeping in tune with every shake of her thigh and every shallow breath she took. She pressed her hand against her clit, rubbing herself into another mind blowing orgasm, surprising herself with the force it brought through her body.
His begging took her to a place she'd never been, white light shooting through her mind, eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking up to let herself go again, toes curling, leaning forward, hand going still. He's yelling as he cums harder than he ever has before, ramming harder and drilling into her fucked out center, watching her entrance as she started to burst, pushing against his chest to raise her hips off him, his own cum spraying out as she squirted for the third time.
She's begging him to stop, stop looking at her like that, stop thrusting, just stop, so overstimulated she can't stop the orgasm rolling over and and over. But he wasn't done watching her gush out, clear liquid spraying all over his face and chest once more, he stuck his tongue out while he pressed him thumb to her nub and took over the rubbing, noticing the clenching of her whole and the way streams continued to roll out of her cunt.
The feeling of being empty continues to surprised her, realizing she loves the feeling of him pressed inside of her, knowing she'll slip him in later to make herself feel better, cockwarming never really being her thing but knowing it would be now when it came to him.
Ethan gathers some of her wetness mixed with his own cum, her eyes latched onto his fingers that raise to his mouth, dipping in and sucking them off. He moans at the taste of her, staring straight into her teary eyes. She loves the sight of him relishing in her glory, tongue sticking around his fingers to get it all. Her body is shaking on top of him, collapsing against his chest, his arms circling around her to hold her close. She's pressing her lips across his chest, pecking him lovingly again and again. She trails her lips up to his mouth, embarking in a kiss that sends her heart dropping into her stomach, long and soft and meaningful.
"Fuck why haven't we done that before," she breathes, giggling at the grin that spreads over his face, leaning in to kiss the dimple that she adores so much.
"You tell me," he jokes.
They both stare long and hard at one another, just taking each other in. She notices the brown of his eyes, how they always change shades but right at the moment they are a golden brown, soaking in her beautiful blushing cheeks. His fingers caress her cheekbones, heart hammering in his chest. They are laying in their own messes, but neither of them care so much, wanting to savor the moment and cherish it - even if they both know it'll happen again.
Both are surprised by the events, but neither regret it a single bit. They'd longed for it for so long. They deserved to be wrapped up in each other and enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together - her tits smushed against his abdomen. She was still shocked at his language, but the thought of calling him Daddy makes her shiver.
She's thankful to Grayson in her mind at this moment, so thankful he loves to cook and wanted groceries so bad he just had to go to the grocery store. She did notice the look on his face as she walked back with a purpose to change into some clothes in the bathroom, and noticed his small wink he sent her way before he told her goodbye and shut the foot. she didn't think anything of it at the time, but now looking back, she thinks he might have known something would happen. She's glad he was right.
The thought makes her shudder while they lay with each other in silence, her cheek lowering to his chest and breathing out a sigh. She feels like she could cry, so overwhelmed with happiness that she finally got the man of her dreams even if it's for a moment it's taking over her senses.
That's when she hears him speak for the first time.
"I have a confession " he whispers, staring up at the ceiling, scared shitless to admit his feelings.
"Me too...but you first" her voice is cautious, feelings matching his own.
"I've wanted that for so fucking long...and I'm hoping and even praying a little that it isn't the last time and...maybe...if you'd like, I-I could take you out on a date? I mean seriously you moving in here has really been something y/n you drive me fucking crazy but I would like nothing more than to show you what it could be like with me for real not just as friends but like...for you to be with me - I mean I know it isn't the best time and it looks like I'm doing this because we just had sex but like hearing you say you're mine almost made me pass out and I want that and you've always been my girl and you know I would never do you wrong and I've just wanted you for so fucking long and you're so-" he's rambling on like a lovestruck fool, her addicting peach smell clouding his mind.
She raises up to kiss him, the sudden pressure on his lips makes him smile, adoring the small gesture, thanking her for stopping him before he got too embarrassed.
"Shhh my love, I know you would never ever do that to me and...well...I feel the same way," she finally answers when she breaks away.
His cheeks are turning crimson at her soft nickname, loving the way it sounded and loving even more that it was directed at him. My love. If he was never called anything else, he would be okay with it.
"Really?" his tone surprised at her confession, pulse ramming against her lips while she kisses sweetly along his neck. She leans back to look at him in the eye.
"Yes really, I've wanted this too and this means just as much to me if not more. You've always been it for me for so fucking long Ethan and I'm...so scared right now I don't know what to do and that kind of scares me because I always know what to do," she sounds small, knowing things will change but not knowing how or what to do, never really wanting anyone but him and not knowing how to deal with having the opportunity finally fall into her hands. Not knowing how to express her affections makes her blush once more.
Ethan kisses away her cute rambling, one peck after another until her cheeks are back to their milky color. He's nodding in understanding, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I know that baby, you don't always have to know what to do in every situation, but you're not alone in it," his promise is quiet and sure. y/n shivers at his pet name, leaning her cheek against his chest to hide her returning blush.
"You always have my back E, thank you," and she means it, he's always been there. Through every tear, every laugh, every frustrating rant, he's been there for her, showing his dedication and affections even when she was blind to it all.
"Yeknow...Grayson has been pushing me to tell you how I felt for so long and I never thought you felt the same and I really never thought this would be how this conversation would happen..." Ethan admits with a gentle chuckle.
y/n joins him with a giggle of her own, continuing to trace her fingers over his skin, glistening with slight sweat.
"That dickwad pesters me too but it's okay, he means well, imagine what he's gonna think when he figures out we are..." she's rolling her eyes at the mention of Grayson being the middle man of the two, rooting for them in the background. She doesn't really know what to say, unsure of where to go.
"Going out on a very fabulous date tomorrow," his suggestive tone is what gets her to smile wide.
"Yes, yes imagine when he figures that out" y/n nods, leaning down to kiss his chest softly where his heart hammers within loudly, terrified of the conversation and loving how it's going.
"Wait so - we are really doing this?" Ethan questions her, wanting a confirmation.
y/n nods lightly, smiling dreamily up at him, hooking her leg over his own. She wants this more than anything and she takes note of the relieved breath he releases from his mouth, eyes closed with a smile.
"So where are ya takin me dolan?"
