Leila Voss' POV,
I stare at Ethan for a good three seconds.
His eyes are blazing with obvious lust, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. When I don't do as he asks, he tilts his head sideways slightly, his lips curling to the side.
"On your knees baby," he says.
I don't wait for one more second.
I drop to my knees before him before I can even think too much about it and look up at him, batting my lashes the way I do for Julian whenever I want him to do something for me.
As expected, Ethan sucks in a deep breath and reaches for me, his fingers threading through the strands of my hair before he tilts my head upwards.
"Pull out my cock, baby," he orders, his voice deep. "It's waiting for you baby."
Slowly, I reach for the waistband of his trousers and slip my hand into it, my skin brushing his. He exhales at the contact, his pupils blown wide, and I maintain the eye contact between us, slipping my hands into his briefs before I touch his cock.
Fuck. He's so hard. And thick.
My eyes almost widen at the feel of it, but I maintain my composure and pull it out, my gaze now falling on it.
I swear I feel wetness gush out of me at the sight. Because what?
Ethan's cock is so huge and thick, the pink head swelling as it leaks pre cum from the pierced tip. And he's so fucking hard, I doubt it will fit into my mouth.
"It will fit in," he says, as if he can read my mind. Then, he steps closer, the tip of his cock nudging my lip. "Common, take it."
I hesitate for a while, my heart racing before I wrap both my fists around it, my pussy fluttering as I imagine how good he'd feel inside me. I then run my hands from the base to tip, reaching out to lick off the pre cum from the tip while keeping my eyes solely locked on Ethan's.
His hip bucks in reaction to the action, and he grips my hair tighter.
"Common, baby," he rasps, clenching his jaw hard. "Take it. Make it wet and sloppy for yourself."
I wrap my lips around the head and suck on the pre cum, moaning around him as the salty taste of him explodes on my tastebuds.
"Fuck," he growls, thrusting his hip so he can fit into my mouth, but I grip him tight, shaking my head. "Fuck, baby. I can't - "
I don't pay any heed to him.
I take my sweet time to swirl my tongue around his pierced slit, sucking on it to draw out more pre cum. The moment I decide the torture is over and take him fully in my mouth, one of my hands reaching to tickle his balls, Ethan's second hand shoots out, slamming against the wall.
"Dammit," he groans, thrusting. "You are going to be the death of me."
"Mmmm," I moan around him and flatten my lips underneath his cock before pulling out, then taking him to the back of my throat, I gag.
"You take cock so well," he rasps, tightening his grip on my hair. "You're so fucking great."
I raise a brow as if to ask him "am I?," then pull back again before taking him in.
"I can't take this pace," he says and pulls out, the popping sound resounding in the room. "I'm going to fuck your throat. And you'll take it all for me like a good girl. Do you hear me?"
I bat my lashes twice. "Yes - "
The words are barely out of my lips before he thrusts balls deep, the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gasp, tears blurring my eyes.
I tap on his thigh.
"Look at how pretty you look with cock," he says, then pulls out. "You look like you've finally gotten what you wanted. I bet Julian fucks your face."
At the mention of Julian, I wait for that familiar feeling of guilt to hit me, but it doesn't. If anything, a strange thrill goes the light me at the mere thought of doing this.
With his best friend.
"He doesn't, does he?" Ethan asks and pulls out. "I know he doesn't. He has no fucking idea how to take care of a woman."
He then thrusts back in, keeping my face in place for him as he pulls out, then back in.
His jaw is clenched, the jaws in his neck almost popping from how much he seems to be restraining himself.
"You know, if I was Julian," he begins to move faster now, snapping his hips. "I'd never spend a day away from you."
"Mmmm," I moan, my chest tightening.
My jaw hurts from how hard he's handling me, but I don't care too much as long as this is happening.
"I would never have a night shift at work."
Tears are now falling down my cheeks, but seeing them seem to fuel Ethan because his pace now changes, increasing with each thrust while I just stay there, offering myself to him to him.
"Did I tell you how pretty you look with cock?" He rasps, sweat coating his skin. "You look so beautiful. I want to take a picture of this and hang it in my bedroom. I want to jerk off to this now. You don't know how fucking much I've wanted you."
I feel delirious with all these, I don't even realize when my hands reach between my legs, and I flick my clit with my finger.
"Fuck, show me that pussy," he says. "Touch yourself while I fuck your beautiful face like a slut. You're going to be my slut from now on, right?"
I nod immediately, the pace of my fingers increasing.
"That's more like it," he says. "I'm about to cum."
I make a sound that comes like a whimper around him, and he increases his pace again, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.
And then, he begins to cum so hard, his warm seed spilling down my throat before he pulls out and lets the rest spill over my face.
My lashes and brows are stained with cum, but he doesn't really bother with it because he reaches for the cum by my lips with his thumb and slips it into my mouth.
"Lick."
I do.
I swirl my tongue around his finger, watching as his eyes darken and his cock hardens again before he pulls away.
Before I can comprehend what's next, Ethan grabs me and walks towards the kitchen counter, then drops me on it after stepping between my thighs.
"Ethan - "
"Shhh," he says, raising my night dress up to reveal my panties. His fingers slip inside the fabric, and I suck in a deep breath when he drags two fingers through my folds. "I want to eat this cunt."
Then, he tears my panties off.
