Really stop her

Ethan doesn't think.

He turns his brain off. All the way off. Doing so, accidentally, turns off his mental blocks as well. Acting on instinct and survival, he lunges towards Charlie.

The dusky woman notices and looks up from her phone, her brown eyes going wide as Ethan closes the distance. She starts to cry out, only for the sound to be muffled as her lips meet Ethan's, forcing her into a deep kiss.

Her body seizes up as Ethan falls upon her, pushing her up against the arm of the couch. She resists for a second, shocked by the suddenness of it, but quickly melts, her body loosening as she returns the kiss.

A clatter rings in Ethan's ear, phone hitting carpet, knocking Ethan from his stupor. Pulling away, breaking the kiss, he looks down at Charlie's face.

Her cheeks are flushed, a far deeper color than they should be for such a brief, albeit intense, kiss. She's panting as well, although it's hard to tell if it's from lack of oxygen or desire. Chewing her lip slightly, she looks up at him with big, begging eyes.

Ethan suddenly feels very confused.

But his cock isn't.

Ethan drops back down, kissing Charlie again with voracious need. She returns the kiss again, but takes a patently submissive role, following Ethan's lead. His still glitching brain tries to figure out what's going on with her. She should have slapped him, not... this.

Without pulling away, Ethan glances towards the stairs. Ashley has to be hearing this, but might not know what's going on. His dick decides maybe he should make it obvious.

Pulling away, Ethan puts some distance between himself and Charlie, letting his dick do the talking.