Page 10 of Desperate Temptations (Immoral Starts)

I push him onto his stomach, leaning over his back as I jerk my hips over and over. My hand wraps around his throat from behind, pulling his head up and using him as an anchor as I increase my thrusts.

“You like it, baby?” I rasp in his ear. “You like my cock stretching this ass?”

I can feel his rough swallow under my fingers and his hooded eyes slant, glossed over with desire. His lips part, but only more moans come out as his eyes roll back. He shudders, his ass clenching down on my cock and I’m not sure if he came but seeing the bliss on his face has me losing control.

I explode, unable to hold it back any longer.

My fingers dig into his hips as I push my cock as far as I can, spilling my cum into his ass.

Wave after wave flooding from my throbbing cock.

I hold my breath through it all, finally gulping for air as the last few drops spurt from me.

I bend over him, resting my forehead on his back as I gasp. Ethan groans underneath me.

“Fuck.” I whimper and then straighten up, glancing at where we’re still connected.

I pull my cock out, watching as his hole stretches down my length and then I inhale sharply when I slip out of him and a trail of my cum follows.

I can’t look away as his hole clenches and flairs, pushing more of it out.

Before I can think it through, I lean forward and drag my flattened tongue up his ass, lapping at my release leaking from him.

He jerks forward, but my hands keep him in place.

“Trent, fuck.”

I groan, dragging my tongue through him again and reach between his legs, stroking his cock. He moans before I move him onto his back, slipping his cock in my mouth. His back bows, thrusting his hips and pushing his thick shaft deeper into my throat. “Fuck, I’m— uhhhhh .”

I swallow him down, clenching my throat around his tip and groan when I feel the splash of his cum as he spills down my throat.

He pushes at my face and I let his softening cock fall from my mouth as he collapses on the bed.

Ethan gulps in air as I lie down next to him.

His head rolls toward me and his eyes roam over me.

“Fuck, that was…”

I grin, leaning forward and kissing his chest before moving off the bed.

“Not over yet. I gotta take care of that pretty little hole or you won’t let me back in.”

Ethan blanches and then laughs. “Shut the fuck up.”

I hold out my hand to pull him off the bed and nod to the bathroom. When he stands, I tap his behind. “I’m not joking. We didn’t stretch you as properly as I’d have liked, so we gotta go soak those muscles.”

He follows me without another word, watching me curiously as I start a bath.

“You good?” I ask with a smirk, grabbing the passing joint from him.

Ethan shifts on the chair again. “Can’t remember the last time I took a bath.”

“It felt nice though. Helps all your… muscles.”

He blinks at me for a second and then snorts.

I hum. “But the water and salts helped, right?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, it felt good. I’m… sore still.”

“Mhmm. You weren’t gonna bounce back in a few hours. It’s not a rubber band.”

A muted laugh escapes his throat and he shakes his head before blowing out a breath. Ethan looks over at me. “Was that your first time… uh, being on top?”

“No,” I say with a small shake of my head. “But it was my first time rubbing dicks together like that. I’ve always wanted to try, but usually the men I hook up with… We’re going more for a quickie than anything else.”

“You’ve never done that before?” he says, surprised.

I smirk again. “Nope, you were my first.”

He grins, and then rolls his eyes. “What other firsts you got?”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s plenty. I’m not that adventurous.”

Ethan nods. “Yeah, I get it.”

There’s a weird tension swirling around us, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve never been one to stick around after, but this is Ethan. We temporarily live together, and I’m hoping it’s more than a one time thing.

My eyes look over the city, and I clear my throat. “I’ve never… uh, dated.”

Ethan’s head snaps to me. “You’ve never dated? But all those?—”

“Not dates. Just hook-ups, casual things here and there,” I say wistfully. “But one day, I’d like that, you know? The whole thing. I want the flowers, the planned dates, the anniversaries.”

My tongue runs along my bottom lip, my heart aching when I think about a future that may never be.

“You’ve never gotten flowers?”

I scowl, passing the joint back to him. “Have you?”

He frowns. “Guess not.”

We both know he’s gotten them plenty of times for Lynds.

Ethan clears his throat. “The lawyer messaged, setting up a meeting for later this week.”

My stomach twists with uncertainty. “That was fast.”

“I’m sure her father heard about what happened outside the company’s parking lot, and he’s speeding it up,” he says with a sigh.

“You gonna try to talk to them again? I can’t imagine their excuse on why they kept this all hidden.”

Ethan turns away from me, his eyes glossing over as they stare off into the distance. “I don’t know if I care to even find out why. What will it change?”

I shift in the chair. “It may not change anything, but it can give you closure.”

“Closure? The only person that can give me closure is buried six feet under.” His jaw tightens and I look away, not wanting to see the grief that consumes his face.

“You think that’s true? You don’t think you can get closure now that Lyndsey is gone?”

Ethan passes me the joint before settling in his seat, his head resting on the back of his chair with his eyes shut. “I don’t know, Trent. I never even got to confront her about the affair.”

I stub the end of the roach on the ashtray and pinch the end to save it for later. “And what would you have said?”

He blows out a breath. “Fuck you.”

I snort and we glance at each other until our smiles fall off.

He swallows, his chin quivering slightly. “Why? Why do that to me when you knew how unhappy I was? Why do that when I wanted to leave and you fought for me to stay? What did I do to deserve that?” His voice cracks and he faces away from me, his jaw working back and forth.

My chest aches at his pain, my stomach burning with rage at Lyndsey.

“I don’t think she’d ever tell you why, Ethan.

Because there will never be a good enough answer, even if you were the shittiest husband.

That’s no excuse to cheat, to have and hide a child with someone else?

” I scoff, clenching my jaw for a second.

“Even if she was alive, I think she would lie and manipulate to get herself out of it long enough to avoid any consequences and hurt you even more.”

Ethan looks at me with a humored sadness. “Are you suggesting that it’s a good thing she died?”

A smile pulls at my lips. “Yeah, I guess I am. Fuck, I’m going to hell.”

“And I’ll be right beside you.”

My eyes flick to his, and we don’t look away. Something warm and new tangling around us. He nods toward the door.

“Want to get back to bed?”