over his abdomen, not stopping until I get to his belt, undoing it and popping the button on his jeans. I bring my lips to him, kissing my way down to his cock as I urge his pants and boxers off. Wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, I slowly bring it to my mouth, tongue lashing out and circling the tip. Ethan’s hand lands on the top of my head, balling my hair in his fist as I put my lips around his cock, sucking as I take him in my mouth. He’s way too big for me to fully fit him in without choking, but I impress even myself by how far I get. I move my head back, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock again, and repeat the same motion over and over, building speed.
Ethan’s grasp tightens on my hair, pulling it so it hurts a little, which turns me on. Keeping one hand on his cock, pumping it up and down in rhythm with my mouth, I slide the other under him, gently cupping his balls. He groans again, close to coming. I have every intention of finishing him off this way, since he’s drugged and injured and probably isn’t up to having sex, but he gives my hair another tug and sits up.
Wiping my mouth, I let him urge me onto him, raising my hands over my head so he can strip me of my shirt. It comes off gracefully and lands on the floor with a whoosh. My pants, however, don’t come off as easily, and I almost fall off the bed trying to be all sexy as I shimmy out of them. Ethan and I both laugh, and he cups my ass, positioning me over top of him. Precum gleams around the tip of his cock again, and I inch myself closer, hovering right above him. His hands go to my waist, ready to push into me, but I pitch forward a bit and take a hold of his dick, rubbing it against me.
I’m already all wound up, and feeling it rub against my clit almost does me in right there. A moan escapes my lips, and I slit my eyes open to catch Ethan watching me get off, which sends a rush through me, and I need to come. Now. I wiggle my hips slightly as I continue to rub him against me, orgasm building deep inside me, feeling like a tightly wound coil that needs to be released. Tingles make their way through me, and my lips part.
“I’m…I’m so close,” I moan as my inner muscles tighten. One hand falls to Ethan’s side as I come, and as soon as the orgasm hits me, Ethan grips my hips and pulls me down onto him. My pussy spasms around his cock, sending another wave of pleasure through me. He holds me tight against him, bucking his hips.
“Fuck…Ethan…” My entire body trembles and he doesn’t let up. I let my hands fall to the mattress behind him and start riding him hard, until a second orgasm ripples through me. I’m writhing against him, body in overdrive. His fingers dig into the flesh on my thighs as he comes as well, cock pulsing inside me.
Panting, I let my forehead rest against his, holding myself on him for a moment before moving off and falling to his side.
“I think you’re bleeding,” I say, voice still breathy, when I see little dots of blood on the bandage on his arm.
“It was worth it,” he replies sleepily and turns on his non-injured side only to wince and lie on his back again.
“It was,” I reply with a grin, body still humming.
“Come under the covers with me,” Ethan says, eyes fluttering shut as he fights against the pain medication.
“I’m going to use the bathroom first,” I tell him and slip out of bed, picking up one of his flannel shirts from the ground. I slip it on and go to the door, cracking it open and looking out in the hall before I dash out and into the bathroom. I pee and clean myself up and make it back into Ethan’s room without anyone seeing us. Julia said she was off to run errands, but I have no idea if anyone else came home while we were occupied. Not that I care, really. We’re both consenting adults who enjoy good sex—and sex with Ethan is very good—and there’s nothing to be ashamed of there.