11. Chapter 11
Easton picked me up in his sexy Porsche several days later, driving at breakneck speeds through the city, and toward his apartment for dinner and sex. We hadn’t had much fun for a couple of weeks because I’d been sick and Easton had been busy, so our schedules hadn’t meshed.
My stomach flipped and tingled with excitement at having him again. I’d never had a man this interested in me, and I loved how protective and possessive he was.
Love .
There was that word again.
Yep, I think I’ve loved him since our first date. I never believed instant love was a thing, but there I was, falling in love after only a few weeks. Easton was my everything .
As he drove, he talked little. He wasn’t one for idle chit-chat, so I often had to fill in the silence.
“I’m really struggling with microbiology.
It’s hard. I thought chemistry was bad, but at least I have Justin to help.
On the last test, I barely passed. I try to give myself some slack because I work a lot, take care of my sister, go to school, have homework, and spend my free time with you.
But I need to do better. I want to be an amazing nurse, and I can’t succeed if I can’t do well in my classes.
Annie’s a better student than I ever was.
” I stared out at the window as the city blurred by.
“Sorry for the rambling. I don’t really have anyone to talk to about all this.
I talk to Justin, but he has his own life and worries. ”
“You talk a lot. I thought it would irritate me, but it doesn’t. I’ll get you a tutor.”
My body warmed with even more love for him. “Always the problem solver. I really… adore that about you. You just take charge and get things done. That’s your superpower, Superman. I wish I had that power.” My face burned because I’d nearly told him I loved him. I had to catch myself.
“I have that privilege to do what I need to. You don’t. If I were broke, I wouldn’t be able to help you.”
“And I wouldn’t care if you were broke, either.
I have no doubt you would problem-solve your way out of every situation.
You’re very decisive, which is really… attractive to me.
My mind wars with itself all the time as I try to come up with solutions, but I end up throwing most of them in the proverbial garbage. ”
“Then I’ll decide for you. You will have a tutor. I had a tutor once instead of going to school. He was the only adult I actually liked growing up. He tried to help me, but my mother ruined him.”
God, I couldn’t imagine his fear and loneliness growing up, having no one to turn to. I reached for his thigh and rested my hand there, hoping I conveyed how much I cared about him.
He quickly glanced at me before looking back onto the road, and I left my hand there.
Dinner consisted of roasted chicken, wild rice, and a salad. Easton ate his methodically, as if he counted his every bite, watching me.
“I’ve given you the exact proportions of food. Please eat it all. I need you to be healthy and fit.”
As long as Easton was in my life, I knew he would always take good care of me, so I had to find a way to make sure he stayed there.
I could definitely take care of myself, but it was nice to be doted on and watched over.
It had been such a long time since someone was looking out for my best interests.
Annie did, but she was too young to do anything helpful other than keep the house clean with me.
“My fathers would like to have you over soon to meet you.”
I swallowed my bite of onion and cucumber. “Oh, I would love to meet them.”
“You would?”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes, I can’t wait, although I’m also nervous. What if they don’t like me?”
“Whether they like you is irrelevant. You’re mine. They can accept it or not. It doesn’t matter which. ”
“But… it matters to me. Because you’re important to me, they’ll be important to me, too.”
He thought about my words for a moment, processing. He reminded me of a computer, always analyzing every word. It showed how smart he was, while my brain was filled with too many thoughts and emotions.
“I understand. They will probably like you. Dalton is friendly and very moralistic. Sid is my mentor and adoptive father. He’s got a strange sense of humor that I don’t always understand, but you should like him.”
“Sounds fun and nerve-wracking.”
Once I took my last bite of chicken, Easton reached for my fork and plucked it from my hand. “It’s time for sex. I’ve been patient enough.”
I chuckled at him because he was the most patient person I knew.
I chugged down my water to rinse out my mouth and wiped it with a napkin before he took my hand and tugged me to stand while he still sat.
“First, you’re going to kiss me. I like kissing you for some reason.
I didn’t think I would, but it’s like a promise of more to come… a tease.”
“I love kissing, too.” When his eyes narrowed at me, I quickly corrected myself. “I love kissing you and only you. You’re the best kisser.”
I straddled his lap, rested my hands on his firm chest, and leaned forward to press my lips to his soft ones. He had fuller lips than I did, but even though they were delicate, Easton was always commanding and in control.
He swiped his tongue across my mouth, and I opened for him. His hands traveled up my arms to my face, holding me there as he consumed me. With a breath, he tilted his head before thrusting his tongue into my mouth. A high-pitched sigh escaped me, getting lost in his kiss.
When he pulled away, his eyes captured mine in their intensity. “I also enjoy your sounds.”
I pressed a kiss to his right cheek, his left cheek, and then his forehead as I inhaled his delicate cologne and all things Easton.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I just wanted to do it. It’s hard not to worship you, Superman.”
“I still haven’t decided if I like that name or not.”
“Well, if you don’t, I can call you ‘ baby ’ or something.”
“No, that makes me sound infantile.”
I laughed. “A lot of lovers call each other that.”
“Let’s stick with ‘ Superman .’”
“Okay.”
I rested my hands on his chest, loving the feel of his rapid heart on my palm, as I thought about a question that had been bothering me after he told me his story about his parents.
Should I ask about it? Easton would know what he liked and didn’t like, but I also worry if I’m hurting him unintentionally.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Ask.”
“After what happened with your mother, how are you enjoying being touched? I’m not causing painful memories, am I?”
“Being touched is hard for me, but I rarely think about her anymore. I simply want my needs met when I’m aroused, and maybe because you’re a man and not an older woman. Who knows? It’s not something I dwell on. I just enjoy my time with you.”
What did he mean by that? Did she touch him in other ways? “I get that, but… why? I mean, most people who’ve been abused for years can really struggle.”
“Because I took control of my life. I ended my pain.”
Again, another vague response. Or at least it didn’t make sense to me. Did he do it through therapy? But by the tone of his voice, it felt… dangerous. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means I’m hungry for you and I want to play. It means I don’t want to talk about this, and I don’t like being analyzed.”
“Oh, okay… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Don’t be sorry for asking me questions, but know that I don’t like people prodding deeply into me. If I want you to know, I’ll tell you.”
“You got it.”
I bit my bottom lip and turned away, my burning face filled with guilt and embarrassment. It was such an intrusive question, and I shouldn’t have asked. I only asked out of love, but clearly I was so wrong.
Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t break up with me.
Easton reached for me and lifted my chin, looking deeply into my eyes with his intense coffee-and-cream ones.
“I forgive you,” he said.
“Thank you…” I whispered, my eyes watering, feeling so bad for what I’d asked and terrified he’d give up on me. “Don’t leave me, Easton,” I blurted. “Please.”
His dark blond brows furrowed. “Why would I leave you? ”
“I ruined our moment. Believe me when I tell you I wasn’t trying to analyze you. I just want to know you, and I worry about you.”
“And I worry about you, too, clearly. You’re mine.”
I lunged at him and kissed him hard, using it as the unspoken words of my love.
“Easton, when I suck you down, would you let me rim you? Have you ever been rimmed?” I ask to divert the uncomfortable moment.
“I haven’t, but I’ve seen it done a lot in porn.”
“Would you like to try it?”
“Yes.”
I smiled, stood from his lap, and held out my hand for him to take. “Where do you want us, Superman?”
“I’m going to bend you over my sofa and fuck you.”
I shuddered from arousal and his possessive growl.
“Can I taste you first?”
“Yes.”
We walked into his living room, and Easton moved the coffee table out of the way, allowing us to stand in the center of the room.
He stood there as I got him undressed. He seemed to really like it when I did that, so I was happy to take care of him.
I had so little to give him in return, but if this pleased him, I would get him undressed and fold his clothes neatly for as long as I breathed.
I gently tugged the cashmere sweater over his head and folded it, setting it on the cushioned chair behind me.
His hair was sticking up everywhere, making me giggle as I smoothed it out.
He had a small smile on his face, watching me, and it made my heart bloom even more with love, as if his little smile was reserved only for me .
“I like you touching me,” he said.
“Good. I like touching you.”
I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it off him, but instead of folding it, I draped it over the back of the chair so it wouldn’t get wrinkled.
As I ran my hands over Easton’s lean, muscular chest, he pulled off my glasses and set them on the end table.
“Yeah, I really like touching you. I never get tired of looking at your body.”
“Thank you.”
I huffed a laugh as I worked the button and zipper of his jeans. God, he was so cute.
Easton never took his shrewd and intelligent eyes off me, watching my every move. Even when he wasn’t smiling, or when he was silent, I knew I pleased him.
As I slowly dropped to my knees, I tugged down his pants and underwear and his hard cock bounced as the last of the fabric slid over it.
I folded his jeans and underwear and placed them on the chair. Last went his socks.
My attention was now solely focused on his gorgeous cock. So perfect and velvety. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pressed my nose between the base and his thigh, taking a deep breath of him. His earthy arousal was everything, telling me I was turning him on.
“Are you willing to get prone for me, Superman? Are you willing to get vulnerable? Because rimming is very exposing.”
“I trust you, but when I say stop, you do.”
“Always.”
“Good. Now get naked first.”