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If that meant he wouldn’t have eyes for any other woman for the rest of the night, all the better.
Sam slid off the leather seat, hiking her skirt a little higher around her hips as she nestled between his knees. Her hand never strayed from his inner thigh, fingers gliding up and down his clothed package, and with each pass his erection grew firmer until his rigid length strained against the flimsy barrier of his pants.
“You sure?” he asked, his hooded eyes already beginning to glaze over.
“Mmmhmm.”
Before she had a chance to continue, he undid his belt and lowered the zipper on his pants, his erection spilling forward like it was eager to greet her.
Sam stared up at him, trying her best to portray a teasing expression, even as she wrapped her hands around the base of his cock.
“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” She stroked him in a slow, steady rhythm until he closed his eyes and let his head loll back on the seat.
“Not if I don’t have to. I don’t see much of a point in it.”
Who was she to argue? If she could have gotten away with never wearing a bra, she probably would have. She couldn’t begrudge him if he didn’t like underpants. Besides, she liked having one fewer layer between him being clothed and naked. He was always just a pants drop away from having his dick out. It must have been helpful professionally. It was definitely useful now.
Sam lightly brushed her lips over the tip of his cock, reveling in the hitch of his breath and the way his hips shifted a bit lower on the seat. When she went down again, she took the whole head in, filling her mouth as deeply as she comfortably could and letting her hands do the rest.
With each flick of her tongue and the growing wetness of her mouth, she could feel Ethan growing harder, until it was difficult for her to contain him using both hands and her mouth. She continued to work him, sucking with an urgency that hollowed her cheeks and made him grit out almost incomprehensible motivators.
“Good girl,” he told her, burying his fingers in her hair and following the gentle bobbing motion of her head with his hand. He never held her in place, but when he particularly liked what she was doing, his fingers tensed up, and she would keep at it until they relaxed.
From those simple responses, she felt empowered. With each groan and buck of his pelvis, she grew more and more confident, believing she was returning the pleasure he had provided to her.
“Oh…” His fingers tightened, fisting in her hair as she released one hand and took him farther into her mouth than she’d dared believe possible. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, making her shut her eyes lest they water. She held him there, breathing evenly through her nose until her throat relaxed, then took him in a half inch more. “Jesus,” he hissed. “Sam.”
Hearing her name on his lips, the hurried, hot way he said it, brought Sam’s arousal up a few notches, and she got wetter without him having touched her anywhere but her hair.
Once she was sure she could comfortably take him that deep, she withdrew until he was almost the whole way out then lowered her head again, languishing over the smooth, hot skin, wet with her saliva. The slower she went, the harder he tugged her hair, so she went as slow as she thought he could handle without getting angry. When her lips kissed the circled fingers of his hand, she rolled her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled, arching his hips to get whatever extra depth he could. “I’m gonna come.”
It was the only warning she got, that and the tension of his thighs before his seed spilled out over the back of her tongue. On instinct she swallowed, surprised by the suddenness of his ejaculation, but not finding it uncomfortable the way she’d imagined she would.
In the past she’d always requested lovers not finish inside her mouth, but rather on her breasts, finding the whole thing more dignified, but Ethan hadn’t given her the choice.
It might have bothered her in a different situation, but things with Ethan felt different. Swallowing his seed made their connection deeper, more intimate. Sam liked knowing this new taste of him. She took it all, and when he was done, she sat back and licked him clean before straightening into a kneeling position, smiling at him like a cat who’d just polished off a bowl of cream. He ran his thumb over the corner of her mouth, returning her smile with a wicked grin of his own before he tucked himself into his pants. As she was about to move into her seat, he leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn’t a peck, but rather a deep, toe-curling kiss with tongue and teeth and a dirty hunger that made her wish they were returning to the hotel, not leaving it. The kiss alone was enough to remind her of all the nasty, wonderful things Ethan could do with his mouth.
She was looking forward to seeing what the rest of him was capable of.
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Chapter Twelve
Ethan should have given Sam more warning about the AVAs.
He’d told her the women would be barely dressed, but he’d played things down a bit in the hopes she’d agree to come. Now that she was there with him, every few inches farther they got along the red carpet, her eyes grew a little wider.
When the first person to approach him on the press gauntlet line was Cami Flogs—an aging former starlet who still made a few MILF flicks every year—he knew there was a chance Sam was going to keel over. Cami was wearing an open-front purple dress, and the only thing covering her drooping breasts was a pair of glittery purple star-shaped pasties.
“Ethaaaaan,” she cooed, wrapping him in a tight hug. “How are you, lovey?”
One of Ethan’s first major roles had been opposite Cami. Her popularity had helped garner him a lot of attention, and she’d been amazing to work with. She was the mother-hen type on set, making sure everyone—especially the younger stars—felt comfortable and welcome.
Personality wasn’t what he figured Sam would see when Cami’s giant tits were flopping around. That was the main problem with the girls he spent his days with. It was literally their job to be objectified, but underneath the plastic surgery and makeup, they were the biggest, sweetest pack of friends he had.
