This is the perfect moment. I try to take in every detail so I can treasure it forever.
But that insatiable lust inside me doesn’t want to rest for long. It has me getting up and pushing Ethan onto the seat.
He watches me with hungry eyes as I kneel in front of him and begin to undo his belt. My mouth is watering as I pull out his massive cock, marveling at the hardness of it.
He’s huge.
I gulp as I stare at it in my hand—hard, throbbing, thick—with sticky beads of pre-come leaking from the slit at the top and running down his shaft.
My core clenches as I watch the pre-come slide all the way down to his big beautiful balls that look so virile and full of his seed.
It’s still not sinking in that this is Ethan Hearst with me. He’s here with me. He’s hard for me.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks as he slides his hand into my hair, pulling it away from my face.
I look up at him with a fire growing inside me and nod.
“Tell me this is the first man you’ve been with like this.” There’s a pain in his eyes. An anguish that I want to take away. “Tell me that sweet pussy was so tight because I’m the first man to touch it.”
“You’re the first,” I whisper as I brush the tip of his cock across my lips. He drops his head back and groans. “I’ve only ever wanted you. I waited for you to take me. I’m all yours, Ethan. Always have been.”
“Put those sweet lips on me before I die,” he groans in agony.
I open my mouth and take him in, moaning as I taste his pre-come on my tongue. He tastes divine.
My mouth stretches wide as he pushes his hips up, sliding his massive cock into my small mouth. I squeeze his shaft and start stroking him as I wrap my lips around his head and scoop up the rest of his pre-come with my tongue.
He groans in pleasure as I swallow it down. “Just like that,” he whispers in a harsh tone. “Slide that sweet tongue up and down my dick.”
I pull him out of my mouth with a gasp. He’s staring at me with the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen. It sends shivers tickling through me. I dip my head back down and slide my tongue up and down his hard shaft as I cup his masculine balls with my hand.
His strong hands sink into my loose hair and he grips my head, guiding my mouth up and down the way he likes it.
“Just like that,” he hisses through his clenched jaw. “Oh, yeah… that’s it.”
I fall into a steady rhythm as I use my hand and mouth to get him off. His massive chest is huffing up and down with every harsh breath.
I can’t believe I’m having this effect on him. I can’t believe I’m turning my lifelong crush on in this way.
“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come…”
I ram my hand up and down his hard shaft as I tease him with my tongue.
His balls tighten and his cock lurches as he lets out a cry that sounds like it’s part growl. I hold him in my mouth as deep as I can and moan while I feel his hot come surge out. It erupts inside me, coating the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back of my throat.
I shiver as his hands squeeze into fists and his body jerks on the seat. My body melts as I swallow the thick hot come down, feeling it heat up my chest from the inside out.
He falls back onto the seat, looking utterly spent as I release his cock. I stare at it in awe as he recovers. It’s so beautiful. He’s so beautiful.
“Mandy,” he whispers as he looks at me with half-closed eyes. “This is me at my most honest. I want to tell you. I—”
The door to the house opens and we both duck down as someone hits the garage door button. The huge door starts grinding and groaning as it rises.
I can’t see who’s there, but there’s about half a dozen of them, all men, and they’re walking past the car.
“Shit,” I whisper as I look at the windows. They’re all steamy.
The men don’t notice as they walk past the car, talking and laughing as they stand at the edge of the garage.
“Let’s sneak out,” Ethan whispers as he puts his cock away.
“Can I have my underwear back?” I whisper as I pull my dress back down.
He grins. “Not a chance.”
He opens the door as quietly as he can, grabs his jacket, and sneaks out without making a sound. He reaches back for me and helps me out. I stay crouched down as he carefully closes the door. The car is blocking us from the men and hopefully the alcohol will help them in not noticing us.
The smell of cigars hits my nose as Christine’s dad and his friends light up.
Ethan turns to me and laughs without a sound. I laugh back at the wonderful craziness of this night.
He squeezes my hand and then starts moving. I follow closely behind him, keeping my head low.
“Ethan!” Christine’s dad says when he gets up and tries to make a break for the door. “There you are! I have a ripe twenty-year old for you!”
“What?!” Ethan says with a shocked and guilty look on his face.
“Scotch! Aged twenty years.”
“Oh,” he says with a laugh. I bet he was thinking about a different kind of twenty-year old…
He shoots me a quick glance and then heads over to the guys, distracting them with a joke as I rush out of the garage unnoticed.
I close the door behind me and lean on it, feeling extremely naked under my dress as I take a deep breath.
I shake the lust from my eyes, smooth back my hair, and rejoin the party like nothing happened.
Chapter Seven
Mandy
It’s late in the night when the party winds down. There’s a crowd at the door saying goodbye as they leave. The lights are on, the music is off. It’s over.
But I desperately want this to be a new start. The start of something incredible with Ethan.
He’s on the other side of the room, watching me as he hangs back. We haven’t talked much since we fled the backseat of Mr. Hearst’s car. I haven’t given him my number. We haven’t made any plans to see each other again.
My stomach is in knots, wondering what’s going to happen as my parents come stumbling over. I grab my mother as she almost does a head dive into the plant and then I struggle to get her back to her feet. My dad tries to help, but he’s just as plastered.
“We have to go,” he says, sounding like a frog. His voice always changes when he’s had too many. “Judy, Steven, thank you for the party and Merry Christmas.”
My mother tries to say the same, but she burps and then giggles like a little kid.
“Come on,” I say as I grab her arm and pull her to the door.
Christine comes racing down the stairs with our jackets and helps my father get into his.
“Congratulations again,” I say to her. I’m so happy for them. Matt and she are going to be one of those happy couples who stay together until they’re both well past a hundred. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She tries to help my mother into her coat but I shake my head. “Don’t. The cold air might help sober her up.”
I glance over longingly at Ethan, but he just stands there and nods back. It can’t end like this, can it?
But it does. There’s a nausea in my stomach and a pain in my chest as I walk outside into the cool air. My heart is breaking as I help my mother to the car.