"Hello! Is anyone home?" I shouted out as I swung the front door to Chad and Ethans apartment open. No one was in sight but I could hear groans coming from their shared room. I took a knife from the kitchen and slowly crept towards the room, readying myself. I knocked on the door and after a few minutes it swung open.
There stood a slightly red faced, very sweaty Ethan. His curls stuck to his forehead, and he panted as if he had been running a marathon.
"Jesus Ethan you scared me," I lowered the knife looking him up and down.
"Are you okay? You're kinda sweaty." I asked furrowing my eyebrows in concern. It was then I noticed he was shirtless and my eyes roamed down his stomach to his v-line. Out of no where he reached forward to push a string of hair out of my face.
"Nothing you need to be concerned about sweetheart." He spoke then closed the door in my face. I stood there jaw dropped. This was so weird for him. The dorky, shy boy who couldn't make eye contact with me after I accidentally put my hand on his thigh two weeks ago, was now touching me and calling me sweetheart. It was so strange for him. I began to walk to the living room when I heard it again. He groaned repeatedly. I went back to the kitchen to put the knife down, and sat on the lounge uncomfortably. So that's what he was doing. I wrapped my hands around my knees and attempted to think about something else but his groans filled the apartment. I got sick of it quickly and shouted at him.
"Will you shut up already!!" I yelled and he stopped. A few minutes later he swung the door open and walked into the living room.
"I thought you left already. My bad." He shrugged. He was now wearing a grey hoodie over his sweatpants, and still sweaty as ever. I hid my face in my knees as he grabbed water out of the fridge and plopped down next to me.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked.
"Looking for Chad." I mumbled.
"Are you okay?" He asked putting a hand on my knee and leaning towards me.
"Just cold," I shivered.
"Oh fuck, yeah I turned the ac down. Sorry I'll turn it up," he got off the lounge and went over to the ac. My eyes followed him as he went. I placed my legs down now and leaned against the back of the couch, throwing my head back sighing. He sat down next to me again, and quickly leaned in to kiss me. He put his hands on my thigh as he leaned over to deepen the kiss, and slowly slid his hand up as I gasped and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I melted into him and tangled my hands in his hair as he moaned into my mouth. I got up from the couch and sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his lap. Slowly, I grinded onto his lip, and he threw his head back clutching my waist tightly. I slowly slipped of his hoodie, and kissed down his neck, reaching his pants and slipping them down, I slipped my underwear down, but left on my dress. He moaned loudly and threw his head back as I lowered myself onto him.
"Fuckk, just like that." He groaned.
"I think I love you," he moaned out, feeling he was close. I laughed and grabbed him by the face, and kissing him roughly. As he came he broke the kiss by throwing his head back and holding onto my waist. Very tightly.
"You're holding m-me a bit tight," I mumbled as I could feel bruises forming, and he released his grip. Letting his hands sit loosely on my waist. I grabbed his face while he was panting.
"You're so fucking cute," I mumbled as he looked up at me with his puppy dog eyes, and gulped. Coming again. I giggled kissing down his neck and hid my smile in his shoulder. His loud groans filled the apartment, and he grasped my waist again making me cry out.
"Too tight!" I said as he loosened his grip. I looked down to see reddish, handprints. He was gonna pay for this.
