Page 62 of Assisting the Alpha
He pulls back just enough to catch my gaze. “How much do you like this shirt?”
I blink at him. “It’s nothing special, but I can’t really afford?—”
Ethan puts me down and literally rips my shirt off, leaving me in a tie, torn collar, my focus, and my trousers. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
He picks me up again and proceeds to kiss his way across my chest, occasionally licking and nipping my heated skin.
“Did you seriously just…?” I can’t help it. I start to giggle.
Ethan scowls at me. “That was supposed to be sexy.”
“It was!” I giggle harder, not really helping my case. “I just can’t believe this is my life.”
Ethan puts me down and turns me to face the window.
“What—” I quickly shut up when he unbuttons and unzips my trousers.
I know no one can see us, but it’s still erotic as hell when he lowers my trousers and briefs as if he’s putting me on display. He takes the time to kneel and remove my shoes and clothes, leaving me naked in just the collar and tie, which covers my focus. It should be ridiculous, but somehow it’s sexy?
Any remaining giggles evaporate when he parts my cheeks and swipes his tongue up my crack. “Oh,fuck. Do that again.”
Ethan obliges. I brace my hands against the window, no longer seeing the storm or the people hurrying through it. I’ve never been rimmed before, andholy fuck yesam I a fan. He swirls his tongue around my pucker, teasing the sensitive nerves until the muscle softens enough that he can spear his tongue inside.
I yell his name, my cock hard and leaking, so sensitive one touch would likely set me off. I don’t want that yet—I want to make Ethan feel better. This shouldn’t be about me.
“Get up here,” I pant.
Ethan gets a few more thrusts of his tongue in before spearing me with a lubed finger. He must have found the sachet I had in my trouser pocket.
Just in case of sex emergencies.
“Ethan,” I gasp when he works quickly up to two fingers. “Let me do something for you. Want me to blow you?”
“Thisisfor me,” he says as he nips one cheek.
That wasn’t a no to the blowjob, but since I’m impaled on his fingers it’s a genuine struggle to even consider moving away, especially when he crooks them and immediately finds my happy button.
“Shit! Get up here. Ethan, please. I need you. Please.” I’m babbling and I don’t even care.
Finally, Ethan rises to his feet. He presses up against me, his chest against my sweaty skin, his lubed cock nudging my lower back.
“I need… a… box,” I pant, thinking I have to do whatever it takes to get him inside me as fast as possible. If that means standing on a box so we’re at the same height, I’ll do it.
Ethan chuckles and turns me by the shoulders before picking me up and pressing me against the window, his cock nudging my entrance. “We don’t need a box.”
He proceeds to kiss me thoroughly, uncaring that I can taste myself on his tongue as he slowly works his way inside me. It burns a little, not gonna lie, but Ethan is worth it and the pain has turned to pleasure by the time he’s fully seated.
I break the kiss, panting. “This is much sexier than a box.”
“You’ve recovered enough to talk.” Ethan frowns.
Only my boyfriend, I swear. “That’s a good thing. Means I’ll last more than five seconds.”
Oh there it is, that sweet smile he saves only for me. Then his smile turns downright dirty right before he starts thrusting. It’s slow at first, because Ethan always wants to give me time to adjust, but I use my grip on him to meet him thrust for thrust and sure enough, he picks up speed. Soon it’s all I can do to hang on for the ride of my life.
The rain hammers on the windows behind me as Ethan pounds into me, thrusting for all he’s worth.
“You. Are. Mine,” Ethan growls, punctuating each word with a thrust.
