Serious Foreplay [+ 2nd draft 08]

I'd given my warning, we were doing this tonight but diving in wasn't going to work for Ethan. So I let him make me a sandwich while we watched a newer episode of Supernatural where I tried to be a good sport and pointed out that the actors where supernatural themselves because they didn't age. Sometime during the middle of it, I must've fallen asleep and the couch was where they'd left me.

The cowards!

"Can't deal with one horny girl," I muttered, shaking my head in disgust as I walked towards Ethan's room.

"Okay, so what do I do?" I overheard Ethan asking Seth as I peeked through the crack in the bedroom door.

I rolled my eyes as Seth gave him a pep talk about—French kissing where? My interest was piqued as I walked in and lifted my shirt. They could talk and I could get naked. I was ready to be Ethan's cunnilingus practice doll, but as I tossed my shirt to the side and dropped my pants I felt uncomfortably exposed. I hesitated and settled a hand over my stomach to calm it as I argued with the bitch in my head trying to destroy my self-esteem. The heat emanating between my wobbling legs won out. I wanted this, but I needed it more. What happened the other day wouldn't be the end of my story today.

My eyes dropped to my underwear but paused. It was the only place Seth and Ethan hadn't seen yet, well not fully. Touching and seeing, hell probably inspecting in Ethan's case, was a different story. I exhaled. Shaking my head, I decided to leave my light blue boy short underwear on.

Even with me standing almost directly behind them, they were so into their 'this is how you do it' pep talk that they were oblivious to me. They sat on the bed, with Seth leaning towards Ethan, his arm around his shoulder. They were huddled, whispering to each other about other things that Ethan needed or could to do to me. I couldn't hear them word-for-word, but what I did hear sounded good to me.

I leaped on the bed just behind them, giggling a little as I bounced, but still, they didn't notice. Frowning, I turned on to my stomach and propped my chin upon my arm as I watched them. "Yap, yap, yap," I mumbled around a yawn.

I'm gonna die a virgin, I thought, yawning again and closed my eyes, partially wanting to get back to the catnap I'd had on the couch. Well, if the in vitro doesn't work on me anyhow.

Warm lips and a trail of wetness down the slope of my back made my eyes pop open. A heavyweight settled against me, pushing me into the bed. Muscular arms wrapped around me, pulling my upper body up just enough so that I wouldn't suffocate in the pillow. My bareback met hot skin and I shivered. I turned my head just in time to see Seth bending over me, trailing kisses on my shoulder blades and grinding his jean-clad hips against my panty covered bottom.

An unintelligible grunt forced its way out of my mouth and I wiggled against his front, wanting more, yet slightly dazed from that cat nap I'd fallen back into.

Seth gave a pleased hum against my scapula before scraping his teeth over the bone. "You fell asleep again," his deep, husky voice whispered against the wet spot he'd made.

I bit my lip, turning my head so I could see him better. "Are you gonna punish me?" I asked softly, a spark of excitement fluttering in my groin. "Or maybe I should punish both of you for leaving me asleep on the couch."

Seth's appreciative chuckle made my belly burn with need. He gave a gentle smack to the side of my ass cheek and I yelped with surprise. "We have other plans right now. Punishment can be dolled out another time."

We... I turned my head and saw Ethan watching us. "Hey."

He smiled and settled on the bed next to us on his side. "Hey."

"Are you ready?"

Ethan reached a hand forward and smoothed my hair out of my face. "I feel like I should be asking you that."

"I was born ready. Well, kind of," I paused to frown, but rolled my eyes and tilted back to give Seth's wandering mouth access to my neck. "Kiss me, Ethan."

Seth circled his hips and ground against me the minute Ethan touched his lips to mine. Ethan hesitantly presented his tongue to me and I licked it before capturing and sucking on it. He pulled away, teasing. His green eyes sparkled with mischief as his gaze darted to Seth and he bent forward to lick the tip of my nose before averting his attention lower. With his pointer finger, Ethan traced circles down my side. The tip of his fingernail caused chills to spread over my body as he lazily went up and down.

"Let's get started," Seth said. He bit the nape of my neck gently before lifting off of me and helping me turn onto my back.

Ethan remained on his side, his head cradled in his hand. I was so close to him that his hot breath fanned over my chest and shivered, waiting for him to do something. The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He licked his bottom lip and exhaled as he shifted over me. His arms fell to either side of my head, holding him up over me. I spread my legs apart, making room for him as he settled on top of me. I tilted my hips upwards, bumping my panty covered mound against his jean covered— nothing. I frowned and moved my hands between us, making quick work of his button and zipper.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asked, glancing down at my hands, clearly puzzled.

"You're not excited," I said.

Ethan frowned. "Says who?"

"Ah, hello!" I made it a point to glance down. "Wake Mister Happy up."

Ethan pulled away. "Mister what? No. Just stop. Don't give him a name!"

I pursed my lips to the side. "Sir Cum A Lot? I mean, Ethan Jr. just has no spark; it has to be something spiffy. Oh, I know—pft," my words were cut off by Ethan's hand slamming over my mouth.

"Please, just stop," he whispered as he slowly started sliding his body down mine, his green eyes never leaving mine and darkening with something I didn't recognize the longer we kept eye contact.

I tried asking what he was doing, but it came out a mumbled mess against his hand. Lifting my hand I pulled at his wrist, trying to remove his hand from my mouth, but Ethan lifted a challenging eyebrow.

"Are you gonna be a good girl, Cassie?" Ethan asked, his voice sounding almost sinister.

My eyes darted towards Seth to see what was going on, but Seth was settled back against the headboard, eyeing Ethan with unadulterated lust. His hands were moving restlessly at his sides. And while Ethan wasn't 'happy' Seth definitely was.

"Don't look at him. Look at me! Are you going to be a good girl?" Ethan's voice demanded obedience, but there was a tremor of challenge directed at me, almost like he wanted me to say no, but I nodded my head slowly.

"Can I ask something?" I asked warily once Ethan had taken his hand from my mouth. I waited for a small nod before I continued. "Is this—" I paused and made a gesture between us, "what you meant, Seth... about what you said earlier?"

"Hell yes! Man, I was hoping for this. Ethan, baby, you are so fucking hot right now," Seth practically panted as he lifted his hips and shucked his pants off.

Commando!

"Lordy," I said, feeling dazed at the length and width of his cock bouncing free. I exhaled with my lips pursed together, making an almost whistling noise. "You're beautiful, Seth."

Seth's eyes widened and he stared at me, startled. His olive-colored skin presenting a hint of blush at my comment. He shook off his surprise, gave a chuckle, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Why do you always say such weird stuff?" he asked.

"How is that weird?"

"It wouldn't be weird if you said you wanted my hard cock, or if I was fucking sexy, but I mean, beautiful?"

I shrugged my naked shoulders. "I say what I mean. You should know that by now, Seth." Biting my bottom lip, I tilted my head so that my face turned towards Seth instead of facing forward. "Will you kiss me, you beautiful man?"

Seth gave a crooked half-laugh smile, clearly uneasy by my comment.

"I'm serious," I whispered.

Seth swallowed, his face shifting to a serious curiosity as he stared at me. He licked his lips and leaned towards me, placing a gentle kiss against my mouth. When he pulled his lips away, I let out a little whine, but he didn't move away. He remained within an inch of my face, his eyes searching my face, looking for something.

"Seth," Ethan's whispered voice caressed my stomach as he spoke, "she's not going to say something hurtful now. We've been working on this, remember? Stop waiting for the other ball to drop. Not everyone is like your father."

Seth didn't seem to hear Ethan, at least that was my first thought as he continued to try and read something in my face. It was like he wanted to find that ball and catch it—prepare himself for whatever it was—so that it wouldn't hurt as much.

I didn't know much about Seth's past, but I did know it hadn't been healthy. There'd been a lot of mental, physical, and, though he never admitted to it, Ethan believed there had also been some sexual abuse. My heart hurt for Seth now and ached for the scared little boy he'd been. I didn't have my biological parents and while the first six years of my life had been no cake-walk it all faded to the background once I'd been adopted by such loving people. I'd had spurts of unconditional love throughout my life. Had Seth?

My hands darted out to cup his face and I pulled him back into me, kissing him with every fiber of my being. It wasn't possible, but I would still try to wipe away all those dark areas from his past. My sudden need to protect him from the baddies of the world hit me by surprise, but instead of hiding away from it, I deepened the kiss, tapping the tip of my tongue against his lips, asking for permission. When he opened his mouth, I moaned in appreciation.

The kiss wasn't long, but it had so much emotion in it that when we pulled away we could barely look at each other. So we both looked at Ethan, our tether, the rock that kept the two kids from the wrong side of the block from breaking.

Ethan's chin was settled against my stomach as he watched us turn towards him, a crooked, content smile covering his face. The atmosphere was making me uneasy. Too much seriousness was bad for the libido and if I wanted to be deflowered by the end of the night I had to change it.

"So, Ethan, are you gonna eat me out now?"

Seth's shout of laughter startled me and I tore my gaze from the horrified look on Ethan's face to watch the golden-skinned beauty before me. His hearty laughter continued even when he raised a questioning eyebrow in Ethan's direction.

"Did you have to say it that way?" Ethan asked.

I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry. Ethan, I am fully prepared to be your cunnilingus practice doll."

The deep growl that came from Ethan made me bite my lip with anticipation. He pushed his face into my belly, rubbing against me like a cat needing a cuddle, and inhaled. When I felt his wet tongue dart out and circle my belly button my eyelashes fluttered against my cheek.

"Oh, Ethan," I whispered, my hands clutching at the sheets beneath me. "Please."

He lifted his mouth from my stomach to speak. "Please what?"

"Please, do something." My voice sounded foreign even to me, husky and needy.

Ethan shot me an amused grin that made me want to bite those plump, 'I'm-getting-away-with-something' lips of his. "I am doing something."

Seth chuckled and tucked his face into my neck. He darted his tongue out and licked the auricle of my ear. "Maybe if you were more specific," Seth whispered. The moist heat from his whispered words caused strands of my hair to cling to the column of my throat.

"Are you asking me to talk dirty?" I asked curiously. "You know, last time I did that Ethan clammed up on me and I found out just how much cold showers do not work for the female party. And look at what just happened a little bit ago! So if that's what you're—"

Seth swooped down and placed a quick, chaste kiss against my lips. "That's what I'm saying. I promise Ethan will be fine this time. Won't you, Babe?"

Ethan's confirming nod didn't match his furrowing brows. "Sure. Yeah—" he paused to clear his throat, his teasing caresses against my midriff completely stopping.

"Wow. Talk about a confidence boost, Ethan," I said.

Ethan offered a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, Cass, I just—I'm just not used to you talking like that to me."

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up on my elbows so I could look at him better. "Well, maybe you should get used to it. You guys bring out the nymph in me!"

"Nymph?" Seth asked.

Ethan shook his head, a small smile playing across his lips. "I think she meant nympho, not the beautiful woodland creature that dance around trees in the woods."

I frowned. "There are beautiful creatures that dance around trees in the woods? Are they nymphomaniacs too? Maybe we can join them..."

"Okay, Miss I-can-take-on-everyone, how about just settling for the both of us?" Ethan asked as he shifted his upper body down so that his lips hovered above my hip bone.

My breath caught again. "I can do that," I whispered.

+++++++

8: Bang-lish

The tip of Ethan's elbows rested in the curves of my shoulders, his forearms on either side of my head, and his hands held my head in place as he dropped teasing kisses against my lips. Every time I tried to deepen the kiss he pulled away with a playful knowing smirk lingering.

"Ethan."

"What?"

I heaved a sigh. "I'm gonna have a baby before you're ever able to stick it in me."

He rolled his green eyes and dropped his forehead to mine. "Does Seth need to have a talk with you? You know, about how babies are made? I mean-"

With awkward grace –well, graceful to me at least— I slipped an arm up and gently placed my hand over his mouth, the stubble from his jaw tickling my palm. "There are more ways to get pregnant than sex. I just don't want to be a virgin when the kid's coming out."

"Um—wait what?" Seth asked.

"This is not a discussion that's on the table right now. We need to get into the mood. Stop speaking American English and start speaking American Banglish. You know? Come-on-I-wanna-lay-ya!" I said and lifted my panty-clad hips, bumping against Ethan.

"That's what you consider Banglish, a quote from Grumpy Old Men?"

Seth snorted before looking at Ethan. "What is Banglish?"

"I'm assuming it's Cassie's version of dirty talk."

I hissed at them with the help from the tiny gap between my front teeth. Pushing my lower lip out, I pouted. "It's Grumpier Old Men. Get it right...come on. Get out of your skivvies and let's screw. Please?"

Ethan frowned. His steady gaze made me want to shrink back and suddenly I had a feeling my Deflower Me plan wasn't going to happen.

"What did you do, Cass?" Ethan asked. "Was that your sly way of saying you want a kid?"

Pursing my lips, I sank into the lumpy couch pillow beneath my head and settled in. "Do I look like an idiot? I'm too young for a kid. It doesn't mean other people don't want one. I met a lady-a couple-and they can't have kids. She has something going on where she can't physically carry. They're gonna pay me a lot of money, Ethan. Four semester's worth of money. Do you know how much that is? I won't have to work as much and I can focus on school more. I mean I might have to cut down for ten months, but it'll be worth it."

Seth shook his head and pulled away. "Whoa. Did I-did you just—wait what?"

Leaving his forehead against mine, Ethan's eyes seemed to penetrate me. "You know, your eyes aren't the only penetration I need right now."

"I'm not entirely sure this is a joking time," Seth said.

Giving a mock gasp, I turned to Seth. "Oh my God, the world is ending!"

"Cassie, did you volunteer to be a surrogate?" Ethan whispered against my lips.

I bit my lip and nodded, mentally hitting myself for even bringing it up. "Yeah. I mean, it's great money, but not only that I get to help a wonderful couple get what they want. I've spent time with them and they're really cute together."

The cold air seeped into my bare skin as Ethan tried to pull away. Like a snake I wound my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist, clamping down and pulling him closer.

"Don't," I said. "I do want this. I wanted it before I overheard them talking about it. Having sex with you, having you be my first—it's been on my mind since we were seventeen. It's not an overnight thought. While I kind of made it seem that way, it's not that way. Sure that party with you all wet really amped me up, but-"

Ethan's blonde eyebrow rose as he cut me off. "Is being a surrogate an overnight thought? Cassie, if you need money I'll give it to you."

I shook my head. "It's not that. No, I mean it isn't only that. She was so upset. I mean, if you could've seen her face when she told him she couldn't—I had to do something. And, yes, maybe at first I did kind of blurt it out that I'd be willing to carry, but after all the legal stuff went down I knew I was doing the right thing. That's actually when they offered the money and no way could I decline it; in fact, they offered me a lot more, but I told them I wasn't doing it solely for the money."

Ethan settled further onto me. My hips cradled him as his hand brushed the hair from my forehead. His thumb traced the curve of my eyebrow before he placed a kiss against the bridge of my nose. "Well, when does it happen?"

"After this semester is over...You guys wanna be my surrogate papa's for ten months?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"The sex? Hell yes. Give it to me baby!"

Seth sighed and I noticed that he'd kept his distance. "That's not what he meant."

"I know," I said, trying to ignore the solemn, distant tone in Seth's voice. "I know, but it is something that I want to do. I want to help them." I turned to Seth. "Why are you so far away?" I reached out and clamped a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to my side. "I don't expect you guys to help, Seth. Don't have a cow! I can do it myself. I don't want you guys to think you have to help—either of you. This is my choice and I won't burden you with it."

"You could never be a burden to me, Cass. Of course, I'll be there to help," Ethan said with an encouraging smile and a simple shrug. "One day I'm hoping you'll do the same for me."

I smiled up at him and hugged him with the one arm I still had around him. Turning my head, my cheek nestling into the pillow beneath me, I stared at Seth. "What do you say?"

"I don't—I mean it just got real serious in here. It's a little overwhelming. From 80 to 0 in one second and I'm floppin' here," Seth said, gesturing between his legs. He gave a quick glance to Ethan. "I'll help with what I can, but only if you both promise that we can leave the serious talk outside of the bedroom."

Chuckling, I quickly glanced around. "We are outside of the bedroom."

Seth frowned. "We should change that. You don't want to lose it on a shaggy rug and a tattered pillow on the floor. Ethan, show me those delicious muscles and pick her up."

When we got to Ethan's room I felt the seriousness Seth had been so desperate to get rid of thickening in the air. There was a different feel to it this time. The sexual undertone sent chills all over my body as Ethan laid me down on his cool sheets. My mouth watered as I realized my slip of the tongue hadn't changed anything. Things were about to get steamy.