Ethan had some pent-up aggression from school, and you knew the perfect way to help him let it out. When he got home from the library, you could tell that he was stressed when he flopped down on the couch.
"You okay, baby?" you said, walking up behind him. You leaned over, your hands going to his chest as he relaxed into the couch at the simple touches. Your head nuzzled into his neck, his curls tickling your face.
"I just think I'm in over my head right now. I'm tutoring someone that doesn't seem to care if he passes or fails. Like why the fuck am I wasting my time helping him when he doesn't even care?" he sighed, "I have so much homework to worry about, and I've barely seen you for almost two weeks."
"I'm sorry you're so stressed, baby," you said, your hands moving to his shoulders to massage them. "I'm here now, though."
"I know, but I have three assignments due Sunday that I haven't even started, so I still don't really get to spend time with you like I want to," he let out a light groan when your hands started to work on his neck. "Your hands are like magic."
You smiled at his words as your hands kept moving. You loved to do whatever you could to help him relax, so you started to get an idea.
You pulled your hands away and walked around to the front of the couch. His eyes were barely opened as he looked at you.
"I think I know the perfect way to help you," your tone was sweet, but your actions contradicted that when you sat beside him and started to unbutton his jeans. His eyes shot open as they connected with yours. "Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?" He nodded, his anticipation building as you slid his zipper down.
He was already half hard when you pulled it out of his boxers, your mouth salivating at the sight. His eyes shut again when you started to stroke him, his cock getting harder by the second.
You leaned down to lick the precum that started to drip out, humming "Mmm" as you tasted it. You started to lick him from base to tip, his breath hitching in his throat as your skilled tongue moved against him. When you took him in your mouth, his hands went to your hair.
"Fuck," he groaned, as you took your time, working him inch by inch past your lips.
When you started to gag a little, the grip he had on your hair tightened. As you bobbed your head up and down, your spit was dripping down the rest of him that wouldn't fit in your mouth. He knew you were able to take all of it though, like you had many times before. His hips started to thrust, the gagging making your throat tighten around him.
"Shit, just like that, baby," he said, looking down to watch you. "You always do such a good job."
You were already wet, but his praise made you crave attention to your clit. You tried to push past your own needs, just wanting to make him feel good.
"You gonna swallow all my cum?" he asked, making you whimper with him in your mouth. "You better let me eat your pussy after you're done."
You moaned, the vibrations coming from your throat making him groan.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he said, thrusting into your mouth a little faster. Within seconds, he started to release it. He stopped thrusting and let you continue to milk every last drop from him. "I don't know what I like more...your mouth or your hands."
You pulled him out of your mouth and started to laugh a little at his words, taking the blissed out expression on his face.
"Thank you, baby. I needed that," he said, pulling you close to his chest as his breathing started to return to normal. You sat there for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying each other's company. You couldn't get over the throbbing feeling coming from your touch-starved pussy, squirming a little to get some friction. "Don't think I forgot about you, baby," he said, noticing your actions, "Let's go to my room."
You both quickly got up, him hot on your heels as you made it to his room. He pulled his shirt over his head before taking his pants off, as you started to strip, too. You didn't want to waste time, knowing he had other things to worry about.
His focus was only on you, though, taking in your naked body as you stood in front of him.
"You're so beautiful," he said, nudging you back onto the bed.
You sat up on your elbows in anticipation for what his first move was going to be. He started to crawl on top of you and push you back the rest of the way before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He started to suck on it, the pressure making you whimper. He moved to the other side, doing the same as your hand went to his hair.
He began to place open mouth kisses as he kissed down your body, his tongue swirling against your flesh as he got closer to where you needed him. When he settled in between your legs, his eyes connected to yours. He smirked at you before leaning his head down and placing gentle licks to your clit.
You were whimpering at how perfectly his tongue moved against your bundle of nerves, finally feeling a little relief. When he slid a finger in, and soon added another, the whimpers turned to moans. He angled them just right, rubbing against that spongey spot inside of you. He started to suck on your clit, a low moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.
"Fuck, that feels so good," you mewled, your breathing getting faster as you started to feel your orgasm building.
He moved his fingers a little harder, as you started to make new sounds he'd never heard before, but he was determined to get you to keep making them. Your hips started to involuntarily move against him, your body desperate for your own release. When your whines got to a higher pitch, he started to slow his fingers, thinking he might've been hurting you.
"Are you o-" he got out before you cut him off.
"No don't fucking stop!" you yelled, "Ohhh fuuuck."
Your vision was getting spotty as you felt your orgasm start to hit, your legs tingling at the intensity of it. He started to notice how wet you were, but it was way more that normal as you started to drip out around his fingers. When he slid his fingers out, you started to gush before he could put them back in.
"Holy fuck," he said, taking in the wetness on your thighs, his hand, and the spot on his bed.
You couldn't process your thoughts, your brain feeling like mush as you kept letting out shaky whimpers. Ethan watched you in awe as he waited for your breathing to return to normal. One you fully came back down, he started to run his hand along your bare thigh.
"Have you ever done that before?" he questioned, as you looked at him, confused.
"You mean, cum that hard? No," you laughed, as he shook his head.
"No, baby, have you ever squirted before?" your eyes grew wide at his words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.
"I didn't know I could do that, I'm sorry," you said shyly, not knowing how to react to it.
"Don't be sorry, that was hot. I have to change the sheets now, but that's no big deal," he said, trying to lighten the mood as he noticed you were unsure how to feel. "But before I do, you think I could make you do that again?"
