by Nikki Chase
Ethan sits between my legs and trail kisses up my inner thighs. I squirm. It kinda tickles, but it's also tantalizing. I can't help but want more of whatever he’s doing.
When his lips reach the top of my thighs, he stares straight into my eyes as he puts his mouth over my pussy. He watches me as he lets me feel his heat through my shorts and panties.
I’m going crazy with desire. And even though he's the one down on the floor, I feel exposed and vulnerable, like he's the one who's holding all the cards. I look away, unable to maintain the intense eye contact as my hips begin to move of their own accord, pushing forward into his mouth.
My face grows hot, but so does my whole body. I stare straight ahead, letting the city skyline fill my vision as I avoid Ethan’s penetrating gaze.
We’re so high up I can’t see any one person clearly, although I could just make out little dark figures, walking on the streets thirty floors below us, or pacing the offices a couple of blocks away.
To the people outside, Ethan and I are probably just dark specks against the slightly darker background of this apartment, where none of the lights are turned on.
Still, I can’t help but think there might be someone watching. Perhaps someone just happens to look this way by accident and catch a glimpse of my bare breasts. With a powerful zoom lens, someone could be watching us.
The thought fills me with shame and apprehension. But at the same time, a thrill runs down my spine, amplifying the tingles in my core.
I glance down as Ethan pulls away. He gives me a smirk and leans back on the glass as he yanks down my shorts and panties, stripping me naked for the whole city of San Francisco to see.
It’s not likely that anyone’s watching, of course, but I feel more naked than I ever have, and not just because this is the first time a man sees me without a thread covering my body.
Ethan’s a high-profile public figure. If someone were to get some pictures of us being intimate against the glass wall, they could end up on the gossip magazines. Worse still, they could end up on the Internet, where they would stay forever; anybody would be able to find them with just a quick Google search.
But I don’t have the brain power to think about those things. Right now, I’m just an animal running on instincts.
“You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you,” Ethan says.
I whimper, begging him to do it.
Ethan grabs my ass with both hands and tugs me close. I fall forward with my palms and my nipples against the cold, hard glass. It’s such a contrast with Ethan’s breaths, falling soft and hot on my pussy. He grazes his lips against my lower lips, and my whole body shudders.
I’m not in charge anymore; lust has taken full control of my body.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demands.
My mind swirls. He wants me to say it out loud? What do I even say? What words do I use?
“If you don’t say it, that’s okay. I’m pretty comfortable sitting here all night,” he threatens.
I can feel every little graze, every little vibration of his lips. But I want more. I need more. “Ethan, please.”
“Please what?” Ethan asks, a sly smile in his voice.
“Please. Do it.”
“Do what? Tell me.” He reaches his hand up to pinch my nipple, making me gasp and thrust my hips forward.
“What you said you were going to do,” I say between heavy breaths.
“Which is…?”
“You said… You said you were going to…taste me.”
“Yeah. You want that?”
“Yeah.”
“You want me to kiss you,” he says as his lips land on my pussy, “and lick you?” he runs his tongue from my opening up to the top of my folds, making me shudder once again. The glass wall feels warmer now from my body heat, and my breath makes it hard for me to look outside—not that I care anymore.
“Yeah,” I respond breathlessly.
“You want me to suck your pussy,” he says as he takes my folds into his wet, warm mouth, “and eat you out?” Ethan pulls away. Pushing my hips back and leaning back on the glass, he raises his gaze to watch me.
“Yeah,” I say, not quite meeting his darkened eyes.
“Say it.”
“I want you…to eat me out.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely… Okay,” Ethan says.
Without any more warning, he starts to devour me like his life depends on it. He envelops my pussy lips with his mouth, running his tongue along my slit and into my opening.
“You’re sweet as honey,” he says as he pulls me close with his strong arms on the back of my thighs and his hands on my ass.
I can only rest my weight on the glass wall. I know it should be strong enough to support me, but it’s terrifying to look out when you’re thirty stories above the ground. I close my eyes to avoid looking down.
My knees grow weak as everything within me focuses on the throbbing in my pussy. Ethan holds me up as his limbs keep me prisoner—a willing one.
This feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. No wonder people would do almost anything for sex. Everyone tells me it’s overrated, especially when it’s the first time, but there’s no way to overstate how good this feels.
Still, I need more, although I don’t understand what exactly would get me there, not until Ethan’s tongue slides up and circles the little knot of extra-sensitive nerve endings just under the hood of my pussy. I moan desperately, but still he continues to torture me by deliberately missing the spot.
“Ethan, please,” I beg, forgetting my shame, my mission—my everything. I don’t care about anything other than Ethan’s tongue. In a raspy voice, I repeat, “Please…”
He obliges. He slips his tongue just a fraction of an inch up, and I start to shiver from sheer pleasure.
“Oh my god…” I whisper under my breath. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from making any loud noises.
Ethan circles my clit expertly, giving me just the right amount of pressure to keep me climbing up steadily.
My breathing grows more and more ragged. My whole body, from my scalp to the tip of my toes, tingles with excitement. Then, all my muscles tense up at once, locking up my body, while at the same time sending random body parts into uncontrollable, involuntary quivers.
Through the fog in my mind, I realize I’ve reached the peak and now I’m free-falling—figuratively and literally. My legs give out under me. My eyes snap open, and for a moment, I feel like I’m in one of those dreams where I fall from a tall building.
But Ethan is there to catch me. He grabs me and gently lays me down on the cold marble floor.
“I got you,” he says as he runs his tongue over my pussy once again, squeezing every little shiver I have left in my body. He climbs up my body, hovering over me, and gazes at me with wonder and affection. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re coming.”
I realize he’s still fully clothed. It makes me feel even more naked, if that’s even possible anymore. I just let this man put his mouth on a part of me that nobody else has ever seen, and he made me come like I’ve never come before.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Ethan kisses me lightly on the temple and gets up.
Curiosity forces my gaze down to where his hard-on is clearly outlined by his sweatpants. I wonder if we’re going to have sex tonight. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.
Ethan chuckles when he sees me checking out his bulge. He easily picks me up with his strong arms. As he carries me into his bedroom, he says, “It’s late. Let’s get to sleep.”
I rest my head on his hard chest. So this is what bliss feels like. We get into a dark room, where he puts me down on his bed before he climbs in himself. He takes me into his arms and stays there the whole night.
Ethan
“Dad,” Penny yells out as she knocks on my bedroom door.
Shit. What time is it?
I roll over and reach for my phone on the nightstand.
It’s 9 a.m. on a
Saturday.
Okay, there’s no work at least, so I’m not late for anything.
I do have one appointment, though. An important one.
I can feel the warmth of a body next to me and the slight dip in the mattress, but I still can’t quite believe that last night wasn’t just a dream. I glance to the other side of the bed and stare for a few seconds until I make sure she’s real.
“Dad.” Penny knocks again.
Usually, I’d yell back from bed that I’m up and I’m getting ready, but I don’t want to wake up the beauty sleeping next to me.
With urgency, I jump out of bed and twist the doorknob before Penny makes any more noise.
“I’m up, I’m up,” I say, cracking the door open just enough to let Penny see me, blocking her view of my bedroom with my body.
She looks up at me, frowning. With the sun in her hair, she looks almost angelic, but I know the gears in that devious brain are already turning.
She tries to look past me, those intelligent eyes searching for gaps between my body, the door, and the wooden door frame. She stares at me with suspicion, but a pleased smile forms on her lips.
“Weird. You don’t usually get up just to tell me that,” she says, in a tone that sounds an awful lot like the detectives she watches on TV.
“What, is that a crime now?”
“No, but it’s suspicious.”
I shrug. “I was already awake when you knocked on the door.”
“Liar,” she accuses. “I was already knocking for a whole minute when you finally responded.”
At this point in my life, I’m convinced that if I were to commit a crime, Penny would be able to figure it out. Perhaps my shoes would be dry even though it’s raining outside, or maybe I’d blurt out some detail I’m not supposed to know—you know, some typical mistake that fictional criminals make.
I’m glad she’s still small and short, at least. It’s easy to block her view or physically stop her from getting into my shit. But this is not going to last long. I just know that I’ll be in trouble when Penny becomes a full-fledged teenager.
“Do you want to go to breakfast or not?” I ask, changing the subject. Jesus, I’m losing this battle so badly I have to resort to bribery.
“Sure I do,” Penny says. “I’ll go get ready.”
“Wait for me in the living room when you’re done.”
“Okay.” She shoots me a sly smile and pauses dramatically before saying, “I tried to wake Megan up, but she’s not responding. Maybe she’s not in her room.”
“Maybe,” I say as casually as I can.
“I also wanted to tell her about her clothes in the hallway,” Penny says. “I guess she doesn’t know that Mrs. Williams does our laundry. Maybe Megan washed her own clothes and dropped them on the way to her bedroom.”
“Maybe,” I repeat like a broken record.
“Mystery solved,” she says as she gives me a knowing look.
“Mystery solved,” I say, giving her my most normal smile.
Damn it, how do I usually act on Saturday mornings? I don’t even know anymore. She’s really making me sweat.
“Great,” she says.
“Great,” I say.
As Penny walks away, she says, “You should ask Megan to join us for breakfast…if you see her.”
“I’ll let her know if I see her,” I say to her back as she disappears into her own bedroom.
Yep. Bribery and lies. I’ve lost this battle.
As I turn around and close the door, I see Megan stirring in bed. She pulls the sheets up to cover herself and looks around.
“Hey, you’re up,” I say softly as I take a seat on the edge of my bed.
“Yeah.” She gives me an awkward smile, like she’s not sure what to say or do.
I decide to talk about something safe. “Hungry? We’re going out for breakfast.”
“Okay,” she says.
“Do you want to use my shower?” I ask, knowing she can’t just walk out with a bedsheets wrapped around her naked body.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Great. I’ll grab your clothes and put them on the bed for you.”
“Okay,” Megan says with obvious relief.
This way, she won’t have to make the short, awkward walk from the bed into the bathroom.
I’ve already taken a good look at that beautiful body last night, even in the dim light. Just thinking about it right now makes me cock start to stir in my pants.
But Megan obviously needs a little space right now. Maybe she’s not ready to let me see her in the light of day, although I’m sure she’d look just as breathtaking.
I tell myself to chill. There will be other mornings. Besides, if I looked at her naked body right now, I might be tempted to just have her as breakfast. And then what would I tell Penny?
“Just let me know when you’re done so I can come in and take a shower, too.” I get up to give Megan some privacy, intending to be a gentleman about this. But as I stop at the door, I can’t help but add, “If you want to shower together, though, we could do that, too. It could save some time. And water.”
Megan just stares at me with a flat expression that tells me she doesn’t appreciate my offer. “Let’s just stick to the original plan.”
“Okay. Just thought I’d ask.” I give her a grin, then step out of my bedroom and close the door behind me.
I wait until I hear the water running from the shower before I grab her clothes that we left on the floor last night and slip back into the bedroom to leave them on the bed.
I’ve never had a woman shower here before. And it’s been so long since I last flirted with a woman, much less made her come with my mouth.
Megan is reminding me of a version of me I was starting to forget, and I like that.
I just hope she likes it, too, because I don’t intend to let her go now.
I want her to stay here so we can have more nights like last night, and more Saturday mornings just like this.
The only difference is I want us both in the shower together.
Megan
Ethan’s bathroom is considerably bigger than my own, which is already quite large. Like the rest of the apartment, the bathroom has a marble floor and a white stone countertop on the vanity.
The shower head is big, rectangular, and mounted to the ceiling. There’s a panel with too many buttons in front of me. I don’t know what most of them do, and I don’t care. Somehow I managed to turn the water on, it’s hot, and it has enough pressure, so I’m perfectly happy with it.
The hot water pelts my face, my breasts, and my stomach. As it runs down my body, I touch the tops of my thighs and gently rub my skin to remove all traces of my arousal from last night.
I’m surprised to find that everything feels the same. My body hasn’t changed.
For some reason, I thought having had my first sexual experience would change me in some way, but my body is the same as it always has been.
I don’t know how I feel about what happened last night, which I guess means that it wasn’t a bad thing, so…yay?
Or maybe it just hasn’t quite registered yet in my mind.
This could irreparably change things between Ethan and me. Hell, things probably have changed between us. I mean, last week, when I’d just moved in, he wouldn’t have made a joke about us showering together.
It wasn’t like I had time to list out the pros and cons before letting Ethan strip me naked last night. I can’t believe I’m repeating this lame line that millions of people have used throughout the centuries, but it just happened.
I dry myself off, glancing at the big bathtub. There are round metal things on the sides—probably jets, I realize. Those would feel great after a long day at work, maybe with some wine and bubbles.
Without any prompting, my brain comes up with an image of Ethan in the tub, naked as the day he was born, pouring chilled champagne for me. I chase that thought away, although the way things are going now, that could very well happen any d
ay now, and I wouldn’t object to it.
I crack open the door, peeking to see if there’s anybody in Ethan’s bedroom. It’s empty, like he said it would be. Despite the flirting earlier, he’s actually giving me some space.
God knows I need it. And maybe Ethan knows it, too.
I told him I’m a virgin last night, after all. I wonder if I can still call myself that. Oral sex counts as sex, right? So even if I still have a hymen, I’m no longer a virgin, I guess?
I don’t know. I feel like soon that won’t be relevant anyway. Judging by the bulge in Ethan’s pants last night, he’s eager to take things further.
I put on the clothes Ethan has laid out on the bed for me. They’re the ones I’d shed on the floor last night as he was eating me out, I realize. The thought of his face between my legs sends blood rushing through my veins, making my cheeks blush and my pussy pulse.
I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down and get rid of all the dirty thoughts in my head before I walk out to the living room.
“Hey,” I call out to Ethan, who’s sitting on the couch, watching some cartoon show.
“Oh, you’re done,” he says as he gets the remote control and turns off the TV.
“Um, where are we going?” If we’re going somewhere fancy, I need to wear the right outfit for it.
I wonder what kind of a breakfast place Ethan and Penny go to. Considering all the gourmet meals that their private chef cooks up all week, they must spring for something special on the weekend if they’re willing to leave the house for it.
“McDonalds’,” Ethan answers with a grin.
“Oh. I…didn’t expect that.”
He chuckles. “We’re not allergic to fast food. Matt prepares healthy food all week, so we indulge on the weekend.”
“That makes sense.”
Okay. So my logic of them springing for something different on the weekend is correct, but they’re taking it in a completely opposite direction than I thought they would.
“Back when we lived with my aunt, Penny used to tell her she wasn’t hungry when she didn’t like the cooking. And then in the middle of the night she’d come to my room, saying she was craving a Filet O-Fish or some chicken nuggets,” Ethan explains as he gets up from the couch. “Over time, it’s just become a thing for us. It’s like a little tradition, but I limit it to just one fast-food meal a week. Penny usually chooses to go for the breakfast.”
