Devour Me, Baby(41)

“Come in,” I called out.

The door opened and the ringing sound was in stereo, coming through my phone and from across the room where Ethan stood. I hit the red button to disconnect the call and leapt from my bed.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried out as I rushed towards Ethan.

“You damn well better be,” he grumbled, his arms wrapping around me and squeezing tightly. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”

“Never,” I promised.

He released me, took a step backwards, turned, and locked the door. “The only reason I’m able to be semi-rational right now is because you’re going to be in our home come Monday morning.”

I gulped at the heat burning in his eyes and trembled when his hand moved to his belt and unbuckled it.

“Forty-one hours,” he growled. “That’s how long I went without seeing you. Without hearing your voice. Without knowing if you were okay.”

“I’m so so sorry,” I apologized again, hating the pain I heard in his voice.

“I know you are. That’s why I’m going to let you show me exactly how sorry you are.”

I shivered at the sensual threat in his tone. He slid his zipper down, pulling out his dick and fisting the hard length. “Come here.”

I moved forward, instinctively dropping to my knees directly in front of him. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to give Ethan whatever he needed. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, running the tip of his dick over my lips.

I opened my mouth and licked my lips, my tongue darting out to flick at the the drop of pre-come glistening at the tip. The salty smell of him filled my senses, and my tongue coated him with saliva.

“Suck me, Lilah,” he groaned.

I sucked him into my mouth, making him moan. I swallowed reflexively, and his fingers clenched my scalp. He released another moan of pleasure, igniting my confidence. He rocked back, and my tongue slid along the underside of his shaft until only the head of his dick was between my lips. Then I licked along his length, swirling my tongue round and round. My eyes drifted shut, and he pulled away from me.

“Look at me, baby girl. I want to see your eyes while your lips are wrapped around my cock,” Ethan commanded. My eyes popped open, and I tilted my head up to make eye contact with him through my long lashes. “That’s it, Lilah.”

Then his hardness was at my lips again, sliding between them to dip into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I circled my tongue around the head of his dick on each upsweep. It didn’t take long before I felt him tense up.

“Pull off, Lilah. Before I come down your throat,” he warned.

It only made me suck harder, determination filling me. He groaned when he found release, his fingers clenched against my scalp as his hard shaft throbbed in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of semen shot into my mouth and down my throat.

“Holy fuck, baby girl,” he rasped. “That was amazing.”

He pulled out of my mouth, tucked his dick into his pants, and zipped them back up. Then he crouched down and helped me to my feet, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip. “Your lips are puffy and swollen, just like they get when I kiss you.”

He bent his head to do just that, but we were interrupted by yet another untimely knock on the door, followed by my father’s voice calling my name.

“Seriously?” I hissed softly. “Does he have a radar or something?”

“Go on,” he told me softly. “I’ll slip out of here after you leave and meet you guys in the kitchen in a minute.”

“Coming!” I shouted, dashing into the bathroom first to quickly swish some mouthwash before leaving the room. “Or I would have been if you didn’t have such horrible timing,” I grumbled to myself as I reached for the door knob.

Ethan was across the room, leaning against the wall, grinning. I scowled at his amusement, which only made his smile widen. Then he winked and mouthed, “Later.” The thought bolstered my spirits and I opened the door, walking out of my bedroom with a spring in my step.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Lola trilled when I walked into the kitchen. She peeked her head out of the fridge. “How does French toast sound for breakfast? Ethan’s around here somewhere and it’s one of his favorites.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” my father said from where he was sitting at the kitchen counter. “It’s one of her favorites, too.” The look on his face while he watched Lola reminded me of how Ethan stared at me.

I moved to sit down next to him. “Sure, that works for me.”

“What works for you?” Ethan asked as he walked in, shoving his phone into his pocket.