Meeting the Bad Boy // Ethan Dolan

12- taking it slow

"So you want to go upstairs?" He smiles.

I really badly wanted him, I was practically drawn to him like a magnet. But I had to make sure he wanted me. Ethan was used to girls throwing themselves at him, he was going to have to change his expectations if he really wanted me.

"Race ya" I giggle and sprint up the stairs.

"Oh my god" I hear Ethan laugh from the kitchen.

I hadn't been here before but I could guess which room was him from the room with the open door and lacrosse trophy labelling 'Ethan Dolan'. I'm no rocket scientist but I was sure it was his.

I sit in his desk chair deciding the bed wasn't the best place to be and a few seconds later I see Ethan appear at the door.

"I won" I grin.

He looks at his feet playfully while he walks in and closes the door. Watching me with every movement. Somehow he was already a foot away from me. Slowly, Ethan leans down and puts both hands on either side of his chair on the arm rests.

"Would you like to claim your prize?" Ethan whispers.

All I do is nod. Ethan leans closer to my face and our lips are millimeters apart. Somehow, neither of us broke eye contact. Words cannot describe the tension.

Out of no where he starts tickling me. Mercilessly.

"E-Ethan, stop!" I beg.

He does not listen.

"I will if you say my name" he instructs.

I had no idea Ethan had a daddy kink but I'm all for it.

"Daddy please?"

"Sweetheart, that's the hottest thing I have probably ever heard but I meant E" he laughs.

Oh. My. God. That is so embarrassing. Remind me to smash my head into a pole.

"E stop" I said in a weirdly sexy voice.

Ethan obeys instantly.

The tension was fierce. Both of us were too stubborn to make the next move.

Until now.

I crashed my lips onto his, I couldn't bare another second of that. Ethan kisses back almost instantly. Our lips moved together perfectly. Ethan pulled away for a few seconds to push me towards the bed. My worry that he didn't want me from before hd completely vanished. There is no way he didn't want me the way I wanted him.

All I could hear were our heavy breaths and my pounding heart beat. My head was now at his pillows and he was laying on top of me with his hands on either side of stomach, just under my boobs. Ethan's tongue swiped against my bottom lip, asking for entry, I declined.

It seemed as he got mad as he pushed our bodies closer together and intensified the kiss. His hand traces slowly down my body, the trail replaced with goosebumps until it reaches my thigh. I still had clothes on but I couldn't help a moan.

He took advantage of it and slipped his tongue in, and I definitely wasn't mad about it.

Ethan started to grind against me.