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Chapter 11

I nudged his hair as our tongues interlocked. His mouth tasted like Juicy Fruit gum, and he smelled sweet. He groped my butt and pulled me closer.

I moaned and grinded against him. He pulled my shirt over my head and attempted to remove my bra but struggled.

"Here," I said, guiding his hands to the clips.

He unfastened my bra and surveyed my body. "Taylor," he groaned, fondling my breasts. He kissed the space between my jaw and neck; tingles flooded my body, and I gasped.

"Ethan," I whimpered.

I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my fingers along his chest and abs. I pushed him onto the bed and kissed from his chest down to the lower part of his abs. I rubbed his groin, feeling his desire. He moaned.

I unzipped his pants and continued kissing his abdomen. I removed his pants and touched him through his boxer briefs. He groaned, squirming on the bed.

My wetness filled my panties, and my nostrils tightened. His moans were my weakness. I kissed his groin through his underwear.

"Taylor, fuck," he gasped.

"What, Ethan?" I kissed his groin again, smiling.

I removed his boxers, exposing him.

His penis was swollen and twitched. We had sex several times before, but this was the first time it had been this thick and excited. It stood at attention and pulsated.

I caressed his glans and glided my hand down his shaft. His member throbbed in my hand.

"Taylor," he whimpered.

Fluids oozed from his glans, and I smirked, "We just started, Ethan." I brought my mouth to his groin, "Try to last."

I sucked on his head, licking around his skin and teasing him. He squirmed on the bed, clinging to the pillow. He moaned softly, and electricity shot through me.

I took him deeper into my mouth and watched his abs relax and contract rapidly.

"Taylor," he whimpered, sitting up.

We made eye contact, and I continued to pleasure him. He moved my hair from my face and kept it from colliding with my mouth.

I focused my intention on going deeper. He placed his hand softly on my head and rubbed my scalp. I looked up at him, our eyes connecting again. He panted, examining how much of his penis was in my throat.

Still making eye contact with him, I gasped for air. I licked around his foreskin and sucked his head. Ethan's face was crimson.

"Mmm... Fuck... Taylor," he whispered.

He pushed my head away.

"What?" I asked, staring at his penis.

He patted the bed, "Sit up here so I can touch you while you do it."

I bit my lip and stood. Ethan removed my panties and kissed my stomach while he did. I sat on the bed and continued sucking him with my ass in the air.

Ethan rubbed my wet folds slowly and spread them apart. I gasped a little with him in my mouth. He began sucking his fingers, tasting me, and then he entered me with his fingers.

"Fuck," I moaned while licking around his shaft.

"Damn," Ethan began and grabbed my butt, "This ass."

I wiggled my butt a little side to side for him. He lifted my head, and we kissed. It was sloppy and animalistic. I could feel him trying to devour me, and I was doing the same to him.

"Lay down," he said.

I did as he asked and lay on my back, spreading my legs for him. My wetness dripped onto the sheets, and I began rubbing my clitoris.

"What are you going to do, Ethan?"

He stopped my hand and moved it to the side. He got between my legs and kissed my inner thighs. He kissed one side, then the other, back and forth, working his way closer to my vagina.

"Ethan," I moaned, "Fuck... Ethan."

He sucked on the area between my inner thigh and vagina. He was being such a tease. I grabbed his hair and nudged his head to my wetness.

He feasted. His tongue entered me, and he rubbed my clitoris with his thumb. With one hand, I grabbed his hair, and with the other, I clenched my pillow. My back arched, and warmth flooded my body. It was overwhelming; he was relentless with his tongue.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

My legs began to shake, and he began sucking on my clitoris. I covered my mouth as I was becoming dizzy. I pushed his head further into me; I wanted his tongue deeper.

My toes dug into the bed, my back arched, and my legs shook violently as my wetness splashed his face. I screamed loudly, forgetting that my parents and sister were in the house.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting and feeling dizzy and relaxed. Ethan sat up and kissed my nipples.

"Enough of the teasing. I want to feel you."

Ethan grabbed a condom out of his pants and began to put it on. I stopped him from opening the condom and placed it on my dresser.

"What are you doing, Taylor?" he asked, smiling.

"I don't want to do it with a condom."

"You're not on birth control. We've never done it without protection."

Ethan reached for the condom, but I pushed his hand away.

"Just pull out," I stated.

"And you trust me to pull out in time?" he chuckled. "There's no way, Taylor."

"No condom," I said softly.

Ethan rubbed his shaft against my folds, and I gasped, feeling his warmth for the first time. He was teasing again.

I smirked, "Pussy."

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"You won't put it in. You're a pussy, Ethan."

"I don't know if I can pull out in time."

I handed him the condom, smirking, "Here. Wrap up, pussy."

He glared at me. I felt bad calling him that. I really didn't mean it, and he was too responsible.

"Put it on so I can feel you."

Ethan put the condom back on the dresser, and my eyes widened. He rubbed against my folds again, then kissed me.

He entered, and the warmth and stretch were bliss. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails into his back. He thrust, and I squeezed against his thickness.

"Ethan," I moaned. "Fuck me!"

He stopped, pulling out, and I looked at him, confused.

"Why did you stop?" I panted.

"You're squeezing too tight. I don't want to risk it."

He reached for the condom and began putting it on. "Sorry, Taylor."

He looked sad and unsure if I wanted to continue. I smiled and kissed him. I got on top of him, pushing him onto the bed. His face was flushed, and I rode him.

I started slow, taking his length little by little. As he caressed my breasts, I rode him harder and faster. His eyes darted around, and I felt his member twitching inside of me. He began to groan.

"Taylor," he shouted, "Taylor!"

I panted, "Ethan."

He climaxed, and I surveyed his body, examining how sweaty he was. Our eyes connected, and we stared into each other's eyes without saying anything. Our breaths were in sync, and we continued to examine each other's bodies. I collapsed on him, burying my face into his neck.

We cuddled for hours without saying anything. I felt so relaxed and drew a heart across his chest multiple times. He kissed my fingers, then my nose.

"I'm sorry," I began, lifting up a little, "for being a bitch today."

Ethan stroked my hair and said, "I never said you were."

"I'm serious. I'm really sorry. I just wanted you last night. But you're not into me when I'm drunk."

Ethan readjusted himself. "That's not it. I wanted you last night."

I squinted. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'm not this perfect person. Of course, I wanted to sleep with you. But when you're drunk like that, I think about those three minutes in the closet."

I covered my face. "Great. I was out of control."

"Taylor, the truth is... never mind."

"No, tell me."

"It's nothing."

I hit his chest softly. "Don't do that, Ethan. You have to tell me."

He scratched his neck and continued, "I wanted you, Taylor. I wanted to sleep with you so badly. It took everything I had not to take advantage of you. And then after that night, you didn't talk to me for over two weeks."

"I didn't know that. Is that why you don't want to have drunk sex?"

He looked away and said, "It was lonely without you."

I smiled and kissed him. "What did you do today?"

"After taking them to their cars, we played Overwatch."

"People still play that?"

"Whatever, Taylor. Also, your car is still over there."

My eyes widened, and I sat up. "Fuck."

He smiled, his braces sparkling. "Let's go get it."

He began to get dressed, but I stopped him and suggested that we should take a shower together. We've never done that before, and it was an interesting experience.

While showering, I regretted asking him to take one with me. He knocked over the soap like a thousand times, and he got shampoo in my eyes. I really loved him; however, this will be the last shower we take together.

We got dressed after the shower and proceeded to leave the house; however, Kendra exited the kitchen just before we could leave.

"Where are you going?" Kendra asked.

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"Hey, Kendra," Ethan added.

"Hey, Ethan. I couldn't sleep," Kendra answered.

"Why?" I asked.

She smirked. "Because you like having loud sex."

My jaw dropped, and my eyes widened. Kendra closed my mouth and teased, "I'm glad you two had fun."

She entered her room, and Ethan and I stood in silence for a few moments before we continued to get my car.