Rachel sat at the bar, drumming her fingers against its black, glossy surface. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Ethan wanted to pick somewhere so upscale, and in the city, no less. It was clear he was trying to pull out all the stops, and when Ethan finally did show up exactly twenty minutes late, he did so with a smile and a wave.
He wore a white suit accented with gold chains and designer sunglasses.
“Rachel!” He shouted, extending his arms for a hug. Rachel glanced him up and down and turned. She wasn’t really angry. She expected as much from Ethan, but she certainly wasn’t going to let him know that.
His hands promptly lowered. “Ohhhh, you mad at me?”
“A little,” Rachel shot back with a smirk. He sat beside her and waved the bartender over.
“I’m sorry, it was traffic, I swear.”
“If you’re going to invite me off campus, you better be on time,” Rachel said. Ethan chuckled.
“Fine, no excuses. Let me make it up to you.”
The bartender stopped in front of them and smiled. He wore a vest with a dress shirt, a look as sterile as the hotel lobby around them.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“I’ll take a vodka soda, top shelf and…” He turned to Rachel. “Anything she wants.”
Rachel smiled politely. “Just a water, please.”
Ethan eyed her in surprise. Rachel waited for his response. She already knew he was rich and could get whatever he wanted. It was important that Ethan understood that meant nothing to her. What she really needed to know was whether he could behave.
“You uh… You sure you don’t want anything? I’m paying,” Ethan said.
“Oh, I’m aware,” Rachel looked back at the bartender. “A water, please.”
“Sparkling?” The bartender asked.
“That sounds lovely.”
“With a lime, perhaps?”
“Perfect,” Rachel said.
The bartender looked at Ethan and smirked. “Coming right up.”
Ethan sucked his teeth and nodded slowly as the bartender walked off.
“Alright, I can take a hint. Does this mean we’re not… You know.”
Rachel rolled her head and laughed. “God, you went right to it!”
“Well, isn’t that why we’re here?!” Ethan asked defensively.
“Ethan, aren’t you at least somewhat curious to get to know me first?” Rachel pressed as the bartender returned with their drinks. She thanked him, took a sip from her water, and glanced back at Ethan. He looked completely dumbfounded.
“I don’t… but we’re not… this is casual, right?”
“Yes, but it would be nice to be treated like a person, first.”
Ethan sighed and slunk into his chair. “I feel like you’re just fucking with me.”
“Why is that?”
“Because there is no fucking way you made Mike jump through all these fucking hoops.”
“He can actually be quite sweet when you get to know him.” Rachel countered. Ethan grumbled and slunk into his chair.
“Yeah yeah… So what? Should we talk first? You want this to be a date?”
“Oh my god, you are terrible at this,” Rachel snorted.
“What? What?! I’m trying here! I’m… you know what…” He fixed his suitcoat and huffed. Rachel gently patted him on the arm.
“Relax, you’re fine,” She kept laughing. Ethan stared cautiously, but relaxed, taking a sip from his vodka.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Just talk to me,” Rachel said.
“Just talk?”
“Yes, Ethan, just talk.”
Ethan sat back and sniffed. “Ok, what about?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know, you were the one who wanted to talk.”
“Are you like this on every date?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Rachel pressed. Ethan glared as he took another sip of his drink, then rested his head on his fist.
“What does it matter?”
“Well, it would explain why you’re still single.”
“Very funny, but you should know if I wanted a girlfriend, I would’ve fucking had one already.”
Rachel watched as Ethan signaled the bartender for another round. Ethan glanced at her quickly. Then, when he noticed she was staring, he did a double-take.
“What?”
Rachel shook her head. “Nothing. I just find that comment interesting.”
“What, the girlfriend thing?”
Rachel nodded. Ethan raised an eyebrow, leaning into her.
“What about it?”
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Maybe I haven’t found my person yet.”
“And who would be your person, Ethan?” Rachel asked, sipping her water. Ethan stared for a moment.
“You want the truth?”
“Sure.”
Ethan bit his lip and smirked. “You.”
Rachel shook her head and laughed loudly.
“How did I know?!”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Ethan, you don’t even know me!”
“But I know I’d marry you,” He said. This time, with a surprising amount of sincerity. The words meant nothing to Rachel. She knew the kind of guy Ethan was. What surprised her, however, was how true the words seemed to be for him.
“You would marry someone you don’t even know?”
“I know you.”
“No Ethan, you don’t.”
“But I do,” Ethan leaned closer. “With some people, you talk to them once, and you just know.”
Rachel squinted as she sipped her drink. “And what’s that, exactly?”
“That you could be happy with them for the rest of your life.”
“And you just knew that, huh?”
“In about an hour, yeah.”
“Just an hour?”
Ethan smiled as the bartender placed the second drink in front of him. “You told your first joke in that hour. You also laughed. I’ve never heard such a beautiful laugh in my entire life. I chimed in with a joke of my own, and you laughed at that, too. I don’t think you remember it, though. You were just excited to be around everyone. I could tell this was your first real taste of the world, and how much you loved it. You were bright, funny, kind, smart… I just knew.”
Rachel paused. That certainly wasn’t the answer she had expected. Had it not been for his litany of past actions, she might have believed him, too.
“Does that line work on all the girls?” She countered. Ethan rolled his eyes and leaned back with a perfect smile.
“Fine, don’t believe me.”
“I won’t.”
“Ok…” Ethan sulked, taking a drink before staring forward in silence. Alright, so maybe there was something more to this jock. Rachel decided to offer him an olive branch.
“So…” She said, finishing her second water. “Our arrangement.”
Ethan perked up immediately. “Yes?”
“I’m still interested, if you are.”
“Oh, I am,” Ethan said all too quickly.
“With that said, you’re not getting what you think you’re getting tonight,” Rachel said. Ethan’s eyes immediately dimmed as his jaw went slack.
“Ok… what the fuck does that mean?”
“It means we can mess around… but…” Rachel let the word sit for a moment.
“But?” Ethan said, leaning forward.
“You can’t enter me,” Rachel said. The bartender came by as Ethan stared, dumbfounded.
“Will you guys be wanting anything else?” He asked.
“No, I’m alright,” Rachel said. Still staring at Ethan. “You?”
“I’m good,” Ethan replied flatly. The bartender nodded and began walking off. “Actually, no, sorry, could I get a shot of vodka?”
The bartender poured it promptly, and Ethan took it without ceremony, slamming the shotglass on the table.
Then he stared long and hard at Rachel. “I can’t enter?”
“Nope.”
“But Mike can?” Ethan’s voice grew louder.
“Mike plays nice, we’ve been over this.”
“Come on…” Ethan whined. He sounded like a spoiled child. “I haven’t proven myself yet?”
“Not in the slightest. Every time you get sex on that brain, you stop listening. I need to make sure you do well under pressure,” Rachel said. “And… if you do… maybe you will finally get what you want.”
The look on Ethan’s face was worth more than gold. He sighed and ran his hands through his buzzcut.
“Fuck Rachel, you are not easy.”
“I never said I was.”
Ethan glanced over. It seemed like he was finally getting the message. At least, Rachel hoped he was. Or this was going to be a very awkward night. But there was something else too, an important secret she needed to keep hidden.
Rachel wanted Ethan. Badly.
She wanted to know how his body felt. How well he kissed. And most importantly, she wanted to know what that giant cock would feel like inside her. But she wanted him on her terms. Rachel just hoped he wouldn’t call her bluff.
“I take it we’re not going back to my place then?” Ethan asked.
“Absolutely not, but you are driving me to mine.”
Ethan nodded slowly, then shrugged. “I can live with that.”
–
Rachel’s apartment was slightly messier than she remembered. But she hadn’t really been home in weeks, either. She liked to pretend it wasn’t because of Mel. But it absolutely was because of Mel.
So much so, in fact, that Rachel peeked her head out and checked the hallway before bringing Ethan out. Casually, of course. But with Ethan, that didn’t seem terribly necessary. He was too focused on trying to grab her ass whenever possible. And when Rachel’s apartment door finally closed behind them, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.
His hands clung to her ass as he began dry humping slowly. Rachel had to admit, he felt good. Ethan’s tall, lean, athletic figure was to die for. And when she felt his cock rub against her…
“Ethan,” She said between kisses. He pressed his lips back onto hers, clearly lost in the heat of the moment. Rachel laughed as she pushed him back with her hand. “Oh my god, Ethan! Let me breathe.”
He did so reluctantly. Showing off his perfect smile once more.
“I thought you said we could mess around,” Ethan said matter-of-factly.
“You always get this jumpy, Ethan?” Rachel said with a smile.
“Fuck! You just got me so fucking nervous. I’m like… right here. Like, I got here, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“Mmmm, I see.” Rachel’s eyes lowered to the massive erection pushing against Ethan’s slacks. She bit her lip and pointed to the couch.
“Go sit and cool off, I’ll be over in a minute.”
Ethan did as he was told, and Rachel walked into her bedroom. She took a moment and got herself ready, double-checking her outfit in the mirror before taking out her phone and texting Noah.
Rachel: Hey!!! We’re back at my place. Just want to check before I do anything. You ok with this?
It took less than a minute for Noah to reply.
Noah: Go for it, just make sure to record! Love you.
Rachel smiled as she typed back.
Rachel: Love you too, and don’t worry, I plan on it 😉
With that, she stepped back out into the living room with her phone on a tripod. Ethan did a double-take as she began setting it up in the living room.
“Uh… What the fuck is that?” He asked. Rachel looked back at him.
“Oh, this? We’re going to record for Noah.”
“That’s… fucking weird.”
Rachel turned to him. “Do you want him here instead?”
Ethan cleared his throat and shook his head.
“Then the tripod it is.” Rachel began to set it up in silence. Ethan watched as he began to massage his cock through his slacks.
“Does he watch when you’re with Mike? Like, in the same room?” Ethan asked.
“Sometimes.”
Ethan paused. “Does… does that mean he’ll want to watch us eventually?”
Rachel looked back at him as she snapped her phone in place.
“IF we keep seeing eachother, yes. Eventually.”
Ethan cleared his throat. “Huh…”
Rachel walked towards the couch and stood in front of him. He stared up at her with hungry eyes.
“So, what do you want to do to me?” She asked. Without a second thought, Ethan promptly undid his pants and slid them halfway down his thighs. Rachel watched, equal parts amused and turned on as his cock sprang out of his pants.
“Suck my dick.” He said.
He didn’t need to ask twice.
Rachel lowered to her knees, spread Ethan’s legs, and pressed her lips to his cock. God, he was so big. In length, in girth. Even his balls were giant and perfect. Rachel hadn’t experienced much before Godfrey, but frankly, Ethan defied any expectations she had. Honestly, she still couldn’t fully wrap her mind around it. Or her fingers, for that matter. She stroked him slowly and looked up at him.
“Can I ask you something?” She said.
“Uh…” Ethan glanced over at the camera, then back at her. “Sure.”
“If I were your girlfriend, how often would you fuck me?” The question was meant to be playful, but Rachel was curious, too. A part of her wanted to know what he might be like if they were together.
“Well uh…” Ethan cleared his throat. “A lot.”
“How much?” Rachel continued to stroke him as she gently kissed the side of his shaft. It made Ethan’s cock pulse.
“Every day at least,” He said.
“Only once?”
Ethan was losing himself. Rachel could see it. That all too familiar look when sex kicked everything else out of his mind.
“As many times as I could get it up,” he said.
“You’re not just saying that?” Rachel kissed the tip of his cock, parting her lips slightly as her tongue circled it.
“I’m being fucking serious. I’d…” Ethan stopped himself. Rachel’s eyes flicked back up to his.
“What?”
“It’s nothing, shouldn’t say it,” Ethan said shortly, glancing at the camera. Rachel laughed.
“Come on, you can tell me.”
Ethan stared for a moment.
“I’d… I’d fucking marry you.” His words were sincere, as was the longing in his eyes. “I’d put babies in you.”
Rachel answered by swallowing as much of his cock as her mouth could fit. Ethan’s head rolled back as he thrust upwards slowly. Rachel still had trouble widening her jaw to fit him. She used both hands with her mouth, stroking with a methodical rhythm.
“Fuck! You are so fucking good at this shit, holy fuck,” He closed his eyes and sank into the couch. His hands eventually found their way to Rachel’s hair. He held it behind her head while she continued to suck. He was surprisingly gentle. Rachel hadn’t expected that. He took his time with her, letting her blow him until her saliva covered his cock and her jaw grew sore.
Eventually, he pulled her swollen lips off his shaft and brought her onto his lap. Her dress parted, and she felt him press against her underwear. Then, as her weight settled, Ethan pulled Rachel in for a kiss.
He was a very good kisser. His full lips seemed to interlock with hers perfectly. He knew exactly when to break away, and exactly when to come forward.
Then he began to move her. He pressed her against his cock and thrust steadily against her. His girth covered her clit, and she began to regret telling him they wouldn’t be doing any penetration tonight. Rachel moaned softly as Ethan pulled down her dress straps. He buried his face in her cleavage, gripped her tightly, and continued to thrust.
And with each thrust. Rachel’s underwear slowly slipped sideways.
Neither of them stopped it. Rachel’s hands cradled the back of Ethan’s head and pulled him close as he kept thrusting.
She felt him against her entrance. She felt her juices lubricate his cock as their pace quickened. He felt so good, she knew that if he entered her, he’d split her wider than any man ever had.
Ethan pulled down her bra and played with her hard, pink nipples. She, in turn, thrust against him as fast as her hips allowed. The couch rocked as she felt her climax draw close.
“Holy fuck, Rachel…” Ethan gasped, gripping her ass tight. He looked her in the eyes and pulled his cock back, letting it tease her entrance. He wanted to enter her. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted her for himself. He wanted her on his arm after games. He wanted to possess her in every way possible.
And he probably did want to impregnate her, too.
All of that was clear in the way he looked at her. It drove his mind, his thoughts, his desire. It drove her, too. She imagined what it would be like to be filled by him. To feel him unload his seed inside her.
Rachel closed her eyes and kept thrusting. She was getting close. If he wanted to, Ethan could have entered her right then. But instead, he gripped her hips tightly and moaned loudly as cum sprayed between their legs.
“FUCK!” He shouted. Rachel soon followed with a cry of her own. Her body tightened as her orgasm overtook her. Ethan’s cum stuck between them as they continued to rub against each other. She felt his cock play at her entrance as it began to soften, spraying a few stray lines across her pussy.
Their bodies slowed. Rachel collapsed on top of him. She listened to Ethan’s beating heart as his chest rose with deep breaths.
“Holy shit, no one’s made me bust like that,” Ethan said. Rachel laughed and patted his chest.
“Glad to be your first.”
“Was it good for you?” He asked. Rachel nodded.
“Oooh yes.”
“I also want to point out that I didn’t go inside you, like you asked,” Ethan said proudly. Rachel lifted her head from his chest and stared with humored annoyance.
“Playing nicely, I see. I’m glad you’re able to follow the most basic rules of consent.”
Ethan blushed. “I’m just showing I can behave.”
Rachel stared at him for a moment, felt herself begin to blush, and promptly looked away. Rachel hated to admit it, but Ethan was most certainly her type. A fact she was willing to take to her grave. Ethan didn’t need any more reasons to stroke his own ego.
“But…” Ethan continued. “You’re going to want me eventually.”
“There it is,” Rachel said, pushing off Ethan and standing. She pointed at him. “You know, you really know how to kill the mood.”
“What?! I’m just saying.”
“And you got cum all over my favorite dress?” Rachel said. Ethan smiled and motioned to his very wet slacks.
“Uhhh? You think you’re the only one? You can’t blame me for this. We both got excited.”
“I’m absolutely blaming you for this,” Rachel said, grabbing her phone from the tripod and stopping the recording. She promptly sent it to Noah.
Rachel: Just wrapped up, hope you like babeeeh 😘
“So does this mean we get to see eachother again?” Ethan asked. Rachel measured him carefully, her glare resting between playful and speculative.
“We’ll see, but now I have to go get changed, and you need to get yourself an Uber home.”
“What?! We’re not going to go again?”
Rachel shook her head. “Not tonight, no. Because I’m tired, and I don’t trust that you have the self-discipline to behave twice.”
She did truly believe that Ethan would try to push their boundaries. However, that wasn’t the reason she didn’t want to go again. He proved he could listen, but Rachel knew that if they kept going, she wouldn’t be able to say no to that fat cock of his.
“But my pants…”
“There’s a hairdryer in the bathroom, use that. Then go home.”
Ethan glared at her. “Do you do this to Mike also?”
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“Goodnight, Ethan!” She said playfully before disappearing into her bedroom.
As she closed the door, Ethan sat on the couch, staring at his flaccid cock.
“Fuck that woman drives me crazy.”