Be naked

Ethan stands in the second-floor hallway, naked.

His cock is soft now, but he doubts that’ll last, the occasional twitch reminding him it’s still alive.

Walking towards the staircase, Ethan notices a door ajar, one he was certain was closed a few minutes ago.

“Alex?” he calls out a little loud, just in case she’s still downstairs. He doesn't get a response, instead hearing a faint shuffling sound from the newly opened room. It had to be her, and she had to be playing with him.

His cock rises slightly, the effects of the cold water wearing off.

Moving towards the room, Ethan senses her inside of it. The feeling is inexplicable. It might just be nerves, or maybe the blood leaving his head. But he feels it. As he reaches the door, he sees it's closed enough to block the view of the room, a dim light visible around the door’s edge. Carefully, he pushes the door open, on guard for something to suddenly spring out at him.

“Alex?”

It’s a bedroom, and the bed isn't empty. Alex is lying on her side, facing the door, her slender hand cupping her cheek, she smiles as she comes into Ethan’s view, her eyes piercing in the low light. “Hmm,” she looks Ethan up and down, making sure he can tell what she’s doing with a slight movement. “You found me.”

Ethan feels his manhood shift, slowly starting to rise again. “Was I supposed to be looking?”

Alex shrugs. “Maybe.” She sits up slightly, propped up on her elbow. “Now that you’ve found me, you know what happens next?”

Just past half mast, Ethan’s prick has an idea or two, but he decides to play coy for now. “Can’t say that I do…” He moves closer, walking into the room and closing the gap.

“I go to jail.”

“Ah,” Ethan smiles, remembering how the game works. A surge of confidence rises up inside of Ethan, his nerves taking a backseat to his desires. While still at a disadvantage, he feels like he can gain back some ground. “Well, it is where you belong. You’ve been a bad girl.”

Alex bites her lip slightly, the rest of her mouth forming a smile. “I want to fuck you so bad…”

“Yeah?” Ethan stops his advance, reaching the edge of the bed. “How bad?”

“So bad.” Alex shifts, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her face almost level with Ethan’s manhood. “I know you want to fuck me too.” Pulling herself up off her hands, she sits on her knees. “I want to feel you inside of me, and I want to feel myself inside of you.”

“I-,” Ethan pauses, his brain taking a second to catch up with his ears. “What?”

“Hmmm,” Alex quivers, her hands running across her flat chest. “I want to fuck you, Ethan.” Her hands trail downward, towards her belly, pulling Ethan’s gaze down to a tented pair of shorts. “I’m so hard, Ethan.”

“Ahh.” Ethan takes a half step back, his eyes locking onto the unmistakable outline. What was this? {if Layla’s Secret =true}Was she like Layla?{endif}

His expression must have been a tip-off, because Alex suddenly looks concerned. “We don’t have to do it today! I get that you might not be comfortable with it. I can’t imagine you’d think I’d want to top with a body like this… Speaking of.” Alex pulls her top off, revealing her perfectly flat chest, their nipples small and pink.

Ethan watches, unable to move, as Alex slips out of their bottoms, revealing themselves to him. Alex has a cock.

“So,” Alex shrugs, looking cute as ever. “That something you’d like?”