Page 38 of On Your Knees

Ethan guides me back to the island. His hand is on my bare lower back, fingers brushing the curve of my exposed ass.

“We’re making brunch,” he informs me, directing me to a place beside him, where a carton of eggs is waiting beside a large glass bowl. “Start cracking.”

I get to work on the eggs while Ethan goes back to dicing tomatoes. There are a lot of other vegetables sitting out too.

I do a bad job. I’m messy and get a lot of shell pieces in the eggs. I can’t focus. As I’m trying to fish out bits of shell, Ethan moves the bowl away from me and cleans my hands with a damp cloth.

He says in a low, rough voice, “I’ll help you. Take this.”

He hands me another towel, a clean one. There’s a whole stack, like there will be lots of messes.

Ethan tugs my hips back and says, “Bend over.”

I lean down against the counter, gripping the edge of it with the towel still in my hand. I hear a crinkle, like a packet of something being opened, then there’s a sloppy, squelchy sound. I start trembling. My hole clenches involuntarily and my cock twitches up, rubbing on the apron.

Ethan grabs my hips. His cock pushes between my cheeks. I gasp as he nudges my hole, forcing it open with his cock. I moan and shudder in pleasure as he pushes into me. It’s easier than last time, like my body has reshaped itself for this.

He grabs my right hand, the one with the towel, and pulls it away from the counter, guiding it under my apron to my cock.

“Come in that,” he says gruffly and starts to fuck me.

I moan. I brace against the counter, pushing back to feel the full impact of his hips smacking my ass. It’s noisy. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard because I don’t just hear it, I feel it, every thump against me as his cock tunnels deep into my body.

I have the towel held against my own cock. Every thrust has me rubbing the cloth. I’m leaking into it.

Ethan pulls my hips back farther and shoves a hand against my lower back, forcing an arch into it. I cry out as pleasure explodes inside me. I felt this before too, the sweet, overwhelming burst.

My eyes roll back in my head as Ethan pounds that sweet spot. I’m making loud, ugly sounds. Ethan starts fucking me harder. I’m clenching on him, whining and straining. My balls are heavy and aching. They feel tight and full.

I gasp, “I’m—oh my God—”

Ethan’s hand presses on my back again, deepening my arch, making his cock thrust harder against that place inside me. I scream as my whole body seizes and my cock starts spurting into the cloth. I clench on Ethan’s cock as I thrash. He holds me tighter and keeps fucking me as I strain through the harsh waves of my orgasm. I feel his cock pulse as his cum shoots into me.

“Fuck,” he grunts, straining into me as his cock kicks and releases hotly inside my body. “Jesus—fuck!”

I collapse against the counter, weak and shaky. Ethan holds me up, still buried inside me. He’s breathing hard. I can feel him shuddering.

He pulls out of me. I cry out, clenching at the sudden emptiness. He tugs me upright, wrapping his arms around me. His right hand slips under the apron to cover mine. He takes the cloth from me, along with the mess of my cum. When my eyes drift toward it, the slightest discomfort moving through me to disrupt the bliss, Ethan nips my jaw.

“It’s mine,” he says, like he’s claiming my release.

I sigh and lean back against him. He’s pulled up his sweats, but through the cloth I can feel his dick, still slightly swollen, like he could fuck me again. My hole clenches at the thought, and I feel the slickness of lube between my cheeks. His cum, though, is still inside me.

Ethan leads me over the sink so I can wash my hands but offers me nothing to clean up the rest of myself. He puts the towel somewhere then washes his own hands. Then we go back to work.

We’re making a veggie scramble with avocadoes and toast. Ethan starts the coffeemaker. I’m hard again, leaning against the counter to watch him. He comes back to me, turns me around, and fucks me again while the coffee brews.

My hole is sloppy with cum, and the sound of his cock plunging in it is so filthy and erotic that I clench on him in a swift, hard orgasm.

Ethan keeps fucking me. I spin out of myself, losing control. I’m not sure if I keep orgasming but it feels like it, even if I don’t ejaculate. I’m loose, almost boneless when Ethan strains with a harsh nnnnh and comes inside me.

This time when he pulls out, cum drips from my hole and runs down the inside of my leg. He takes off my apron because I didn’t have a towel this time, and the inside of it is a mess. I’m a mess.

Ethan’s fingers push between my cheeks to play with my hole. More cum leaks out, running over his fingers and down my leg.

“That’s staying,” he tells me firmly. “Nod if you understand me.”

I nod.