Chapter 46 Your Dick Begs For My Touch 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining those strong hands replacing mine. That deep voice growling in my ear as he jerked me off. My hand tightened around my dick, mimicking a rougher touch. I bit back a groan, my hand reaching down to slap against my balls.
My breathing grew heavier as I imagined Ethan's rough hands on me. The way he would take control, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he fucked me against the shower wall. I moaned softly, my hand moving faster and harder on my dick, chasing that high I desperately needed.
I leaned my forehead against the cold tile, my hand flying over my dick as I imagined his thick length sliding into me. Stretching me open. Fucking me hard and deep until I was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him. My balls tightened painfully, my orgasm building quickly.
My pace quickened and I twisted my length roughly one last time before jerking forward, my orgasm shooting through me as cum sprayed from my dick.
My breathing was harsh in the space, as I flipped off the shower, angrily wrapping a towel around myself, before stepping out of the shower to...
"Ommph!"
I bumped into a hard wall, causing my towel to fall off.
I stumbled back an inch and looked up, my throat drying when I saw him standing thereㅡ stark naked.
My eyes widened, "What the fuck are you doing...."
His large hand clamped down on my shoulder and he shoved me back into the bathroom, making me almost slip.
“Are you out of your fuckingㅡ” my breath ceased instantly, my words cut off as I felt large hand wrap around my dick. Once limp, but now fuckin hard.
Ethan closed the distance, muscles tense like he was fighting himself too.
“I need you to say it,” Ethan whispered. “i need you to say you want me.”
I shoved him hard, and he stumbled backwards, his hands freeing my dick, “I don’t fucking want you, you egomaniac...”
He shoved me right back, and rage exploded through me.
I punched him—knuckles cracking against his cheekbone. Blood smeared. He staggered, breath sharp.
Then he looked up at me and smirked. That slow, wicked smirk I always hated.
“You don't have to pretend for me. I know you hit me because you want me,” he rasped. “Because it scares the hell out of you.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“You tremble every time I’m close. You think I don’t see it? Think I don't notice?”
“I said...shut up.”
He stepped closer, voice rough, hungry, merciless, “Just fucking say it, Luca. Stop being a coward. You want me. Say it.”
I didn't. I couldn't. I stood there like a fucking coward, towel on the floor, erect dick pointing at him unashamedly...
His eyes trailed down between us, shining with mischief, "you can't deny it for much longer. Your dick begs for my touch."
I felt something erupt in me. And in a moment of rage and pure desire, I grabbed him, slammed him against the wall, shaking with a thousand things I didn’t understand...that I didn’t want to understand.
Then our mouths crashed together.
His teeth clashed with mine, lips bruising. He fisted my hair, and I gripped his waist too hard. I didn’t know if I was pushing him away or dragging him closer.
He groaned into my mouth—and I trembled, overwhelmed. Fuck, I hated this, but at the same time, I want it so bad. I wanted him. I had been dying to know what it would feel like to have his mouth on me. Not just in my mouth....