He looks the same but somehow totally different. No longer does he have his boyish features. He’s one hundred percent man now.
Ethan was never handsome like the typical boy next door, and he’s not handsome in the classic sense of the word either. His features are strong, with harsh angles that scream ‘caveman.’ His midnight hair is pulled back in a small messy knot at the nape of his neck. He’d always seemed masculine before, but now, seeing him all grown up, it’s more intense and pretty extreme.
No wonder Charles didn’t want to go toe to toe with him. Charles is a large man himself, but Ethan is bigger. Not by much, but at their size, anything bigger takes it to another level.
“Ethan.” His name from my lips almost sounds like a prayer. His dark eyes bore into mine as he holds my face in his hands like I might disappear right in front of him.
“I found you,” he finally says, his eyes searching my face. Had he been looking for me? When I ran away at fourteen, I had no idea where to even begin to look for him. I’d gone to the police station and all they could tell me was that he was gone and that they weren’t holding him.
There had been nights that I’d let myself believe that maybe he’d left without me. That maybe he took off on his own. He was so close to eighteen when the cops came for him.
I also wondered if he left because he no longer wanted to watch over the younger girl who followed him around like a lost puppy. It was stupid of me to think that. He never treated me like that. But over the years and on lonely nights, doubt would seep in. I remember all the girls in the neighborhood always trying to get his attention, but he never gave it to them.
His thumb traces my lips, and I can’t help but ask, “Did you look for me?”
4
Ethan
“Did I look for you? Are you kidding me? Bunny, I never stopped looking for you. You have no idea the lengths I’ve gone to.” I pull her lips to mine, tasting her sweetness. I can’t form words, I’m so overwhelmed. Seeing her on that stage sent me into a spiral. I don’t know what just happened, all I know is that I saw her on the stage and now we are in the back of my limo. I may need to send Charles an apology, but that can wait.
I run my hands down her body, feeling her lush curves and soft skin. Her costume is basically a nude bodysuit with blue sequins in just the right places. I pull her head back, looking her over once again. It’s as if I need to reassure myself she’s in my lap and she’s real. Her white-blonde hair is in big teased curls, and she’s got on tons of make-up, but I would know her big blue eyes anywhere. They have haunted my dreams for years, and finally, here they are in front of me. I pull her back to my mouth, nibbling on her soft lips and tasting her tongue against mine.
Tiffany wraps her arms around mine, and it’s as if we can’t stand even an inch of space between us. I feel the sticky wetness in my pants, and I’m trying not to cum again. Jesus, just having her kiss me sent me over the edge earlier. I wanted our first time together to be perfect and special, but I can’t wait. I’ve waited my whole life for her, never touching another woman besides her. I’ve saved my body and my heart for her, and I can’t wait any longer.
Pulling back again, I start to unbuckle my belt and undo my slacks. She looks down at my movements for only a second before she reaches out, grabbing my shirt with both hands and ripping it open. Buttons fly everywhere, but I don’t care. I can see the hungry look in her eyes, matching my own, and I can feel the need coursing between us. We are too close to the edge for teasing and light touches.
I take my cock out and she looks down, past my naked chest, down to where it juts up between us. Her eyes grow big and her mouth falls open. She looks up at me and we lock eyes. She starts to shake her head.
“I can’t, Ethan. That won’t fit inside me.”
“I’m sorry, Bunny. I’ll go slow. It has to work. Please, I need you.” I hear the plea in my own voice. Beads of cum are running down my cock, and I want to close my eyes at the ache. But I don’t want to look away for even a second because I’m afraid she’ll disappear.
She looks down at my nearly purple cock and then nods her head. She takes a deep breath like she’s made up her mind.
“Okay, just go slow.” She reaches between her legs and unbuttons her bodysuit, opening the bottom for me. She looks up, giving me a shy grin and shrugs a shoulder. “That turned out to be convenient.”
I push the bottom of the bodysuit up and over her breasts, then toss it to the floor, leaving Tiffany completely naked on top of me.
The view is more than I can stand and I start to cum again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I say, grabbing my dick and trying to make it stop.