7. Chapter 7
Easton slid his cock over my prostate, and my body vibrated with the need to come.
A groan slipped out of me again. He kept pulling all the awkward noises from me, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I hadn’t expected this level of expertise from someone who had none.
He definitely did his research when it came to sex because you would never have known he was still a virgin. He fucked like a damn pro.
It hurt a lot at first. Easton wasn’t gentle, but I loved how he controlled everything, and I loved being owned. It made me feel wanted and needed.
A strong arm wrapped around my throat, and he lifted me, pressing my back against his front. His hot breath panted on my neck as he continued to pump into me. I was putty in his hands. He owned my body, and I’d never experienced anything like it before.
Although there was no dirty talk, his movements and control said all that needed to be said.
My hand reached behind me to grasp his neck, needing to be even closer to him.
“Oh god,” I cried out when he hit my prostate hard. My cock leaked from the constant stimulation and my toes curled.
With his free hand, he grabbed my length and quickly stroked with a hand that was as much of an expert as he was. I expected a lot of awkwardness, but there was none of that.
“You feel so good… how are you this… good?” I breathed, struggling to talk, but needing to tell him how amazing he was.
My body burned as it broke out in goosebumps from the stimulation on the inside and outside.
“More, East… more.”
“You like this?”
“Yes! Yes!”
He moved faster and harder inside me despite the awkward position. It showed how strong he was.
God, the pressure… I tried to hold it back, but I couldn’t.
It was too much. My climax erupted in his hand.
He caught my entire load and continued to pump me, using it as lube.
I shuddered when I couldn’t take anymore.
The overstimulation sent jolts throughout my body.
Then he stopped and let me go. I fell onto my stomach, now numb and weak, as his cock fell out.
I looked over to see him wiping his hands with some wipes.
When he finished, he spread my ass cheeks, slipped back inside, and pumped as if his life depended on it .
The only sounds that filled the air were quiet grunts and the slapping of our skin. With one long, guttural groan, I felt his hot cum through the condom. His body froze for a second before he took me even harder, and I just lay there like a limp noodle as he had his way with me. So hot.
Without fanfare or talk, Easton pulled out of me and padded to his ensuite to toss the condom in the garbage and clean himself up.
I rolled over and felt the stupid grin on my face. “Best sex ever.”
Easton dropped on top of me, but didn’t land on me. He just hovered there, scanning my face. “You liked that?”
“Nope. I loved it. I’m dead. You slayed me. How are you so good but never having sex before?”
“I told you. I watch a lot of porn and I thoroughly research everything I do.”
“Well, it paid off.”
“Should I kiss you now?”
My smile turned crooked as my eyes tried to droop from satiation. “Yeah, if you want. I’d like that.”
Was it odd that he asked those questions instead of doing them? A little, but I liked Easton’s quirks. It made him interesting and unique. He was special.
He leaned down with that strength of his, his arms not even trembling from the weight, as if he did a hundred pushups a day, and kissed me.
My tired eyes fluttered closed as his soft lips touched mine. His kiss wasn’t so owning this time. It was gentle, and so different from the sex we just had.
He pulled away and looked down at me with an unreadable expression.
I knew if I asked why he was looking at me, he’d tell me, but I liked the mystery of it, too.
As if he were analyzing me, imagining a future together.
I wasn’t stupid enough to believe one night of sex changed the fabric of time or anything, but I hoped he wanted more.
“How did you like your first time, East?”
“It was much better than expected. Watching it on my computer and masturbating isn’t the same as experiencing it.”
“Definitely. I’m glad you had fun. I… I would like to do this again.”
“We’ll definitely be doing this again, and soon.”
My heart raced, and I smiled like an idiot before I stretched like a cat with my arms above my head, completely satiated. “Good.”
Easton left no room for doubt or insecurity. Once he opened his mouth, you knew exactly where you stood with him.
“You were so sexy. So hot,” I said as I trailed fingers along his incredibly smooth skin, which was pale, looking like buttered cream, but underneath all that was hardness. The contrast felt amazing. “I can’t stop touching you. Is that okay? I know you said you didn’t like to be touched…”
“It doesn’t bother me because you are appreciating my body. I work hard to look good.”
“Oh, I definitely appreciate your body… and you. I appreciate you.”
I stretched again and yawned.
“You can stay the night,” he said .
I nodded, unable to stop smiling, as I curled into a ball. His bed was so comfortable, the blankets so soft. Mine was no better than a cheap motel bed.
He jostled me a bit as he stood and walked out of the bedroom, completely naked, looking like a sex god with the firmest ass I’d ever seen. And those muscles in his back… just wow. How’d I get so lucky to bag a man like Easton? Well, I hadn’t bagged him yet, but I sure was going to try.
I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up, and maybe I might have slept longer if I hadn’t felt like someone was staring at me.
My eyes blinked open, and sure enough, I found Easton sitting on the side of the bed, watching me sleep.
To anyone else, it may have seemed strange, but I liked it, as if he couldn’t stop looking at me because he wanted me that much.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
“Morning. You’re very pretty when you sleep. It softens your already soft features.”
My face bloomed, and I smiled before yawning. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
My hand landed on his thigh, dusted with blond hair. Too bad he was in his underwear. My fingers traveled along his skin, unable to stop touching him. I was obsessed with how he felt.
“Thanks for not kicking me out last night and letting me sleep. I just mean… with your aversion to holding and stuff.”
“Why would I do that? I like looking at you. ”
I beamed at him. Easton was so good at making me feel special and attractive.
“I like looking at you, too. I especially like touching you, so I’m glad you’re letting me. But if you don’t like it or want me to stop, tell me, okay?”
“I will. Do you eat breakfast? I made some pancakes, bacon, eggs, diced fruit, and tea. There’s no coffee, but I’ll buy some for next time.”
Sure enough, I soon smelled the bacon in the air. I sat up and kissed his shoulder. “You made all that food for me? That’s so sweet of you.” I rarely ate breakfast since I started work so early and my stomach wasn’t quite awake, but since he went through the trouble, I would eat.
Was it possible to fall in love already over one night of sex?
Maybe I was just obsessed with Easton. I had this urge to tell him he was mine.
I was his first, and I wanted to be his last. He would appreciate me being straightforward, right?
It was so unlike me. I’d never been this obsessed over a person before.
I took the risk and climbed into his lap, straddling him. His face had little expression, but his hands rested on my hips.
“I don’t want to share you,” I admitted.
“I don’t want anyone else touching you. Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but I want to be honest. Can I keep you for a while?
You’re so amazing, sexy, smart, beautiful…
You’re perfection, Easton. It’s fast. I get it.
It’s okay if you say no, but I want more of you.
” It wasn’t okay if he didn’t want me, but I knew I’d live, too.
“You’ll have me, then.”
He didn’t fight me or push me away when I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. “ Thanks. Am I being weird?” I knew Easton would be completely honest with me.
“I don’t understand the question.”
“About my wanting more of you after only one night.”
“Why is that weird? I want more, too.”
“Awesome.”
His arms wrapped around me for a moment before he eased me off him and stood. “Let’s eat.”
He left for the kitchen as I picked up my clothes and went into his bathroom to relieve myself and get dressed. When I finished, I explored his large apartment a bit before I had my breakfast.
The place had three bedrooms. The room next to his bedroom had the door cracked, so I pushed it open more to find an office.
It had the usual suspects, like a desk, chair, and computer.
And there were walls of shelving, covered with books.
I walked over to check out what Easton liked to read to give me a little insight into the mysterious man I was obsessing over.
There were all sorts of books, from computer programming to Sun Tzu’s Art of War , to political science and philosophy. God, no wonder he was so smart. It made my brain feel inadequate, but I brushed it aside, reminding myself that Easton wanted me back, just as I was.
He didn’t seem to read contemporary novels, but he had the classics like Les Misérables , The Once and Future King , Romeo and Juliet , and more. Did he read all those?
His office was well-decorated, but it all felt generic, as if he had read an interior design magazine and replicated its style. The only personal items he had were those two framed pictures in his living room.
As I continued to be nosy, I opened the other door to the third bedroom. This one was as large as the others, but the floor had matting, and he had weapons hanging on the walls, ranging from swords to knives to bows. There was also weight-lifting equipment and a free-standing punching bag.
I was even more impressed with him. Talk about a well-rounded man.
I finally headed to the kitchen, where I found Easton plating some food and pouring two glasses of orange juice.
“Found what you were looking for?” he asked with his back to me.
My face burned, but I refused to lie. “I was just curious about Easton Virgil. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he said, putting the plates on the kitchen table. “Sit and eat.”
“This is a lot of food, East. What time did you get up?”
“I’m up at six in the morning every morning. I like routines.”
After sitting, I took a large bite of pancakes. “So, you like weaponry?”
He took a sip of his tea. “Yes, I’m well-trained in knives and bows. The swords I’ve only recently learned, and I’m still learning. I’m also a second-degree black belt in Kung Fu.”
Nope. I was in love. I had to be. I liked every single thing about Easton. He had zero flaws, and he strove for perfection. It was inspiring .
“That’s amazing. And here I was thinking about my own achievements of taking courses at the community college to be a nurse.”
“Nurses are needed and valued.”
“I want to have a purpose and do some good in the world.”
He thoughtfully nodded as he stabbed a piece of pineapple with his fork, popping it into his mouth.
He chewed slowly and swallowed before answering.
“There is too much evil in this world, more than you will ever see or know. Any sort of goodness helps balance the scales, keeping the evil at bay. The problem is that evil doesn’t play by the rules.
It never has. Goodness is always about law and order.
Evil will eventually prevail until it reaches a point where goodness must fight back by breaking the rules.
Then the scales tip back over. It’s hard for humans to be good.
Empathy takes a lot of work. Evil is mindless and driven by instinct. ”
“You would never let yourself be driven by instinct, I can tell.”
“I have once, but it was necessary. I also don’t have empathy; not how you experience it, anyway.”
I hover a strip of bacon over my mouth. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “It’s just how I’m built. Does that bother you?”
Was this a test? I felt he was testing me for some reason. “What do you mean? Like you don’t care whether people live or die?”
“Death doesn’t bother me. But if someone died who belonged to me, I would burn the world to the ground. There would be no end to my revenge. ”
I dropped my bacon and cupped my hands over my mouth. “Oh. My. God. Why is that so hot?” Was it bad that I totally swooned over that? Maybe. I didn’t care. I wanted to belong to Easton and have him protect me like that.
“You like that?”
I nodded slowly. “I think I would feel the same way if that happened to someone I loved. Like if someone hurt Annie… but I’m not a fighter like you.”
“You should learn. I could teach you. Everyone should know some defensive moves.”
“Okay!”
I smiled as I popped a strawberry into my mouth. Being with Easton was going to be amazing.