Chapter 17
Jules was still asleep when I woke up. With the stealth a Navy Seal would have been impressed with, I snuck out of bed, wanting her to sleep in.
After peeing and taking more pain pills to kill the small hangover lingering in the front of my head, I snatched my phone and tiptoed into the living room.
I couldn’t help the smile that lit my face when I noticed Mr. Easton’s number.
I giggled realizing the texts were an hour apart, checking to make sure Jules was still asleep I texted him back.
He responded immediately.
I heard Jules getting up and turned my phone off, wiping the smile off my face.
“Morning, how are you feeling?” she asked when she spotted me on the couch.
“I’m good. Thank you for coming over last night.”
“Shut up, you know I’d drop everything for you. You’re my fucking soulmate.”
“Same. Are you hungry?” As much as I wanted Mr. Easton, I refused to choose him over my best friend in any situation.
“I could eat,” she answered, but she had an odd tone to her voice.
“What was that voice?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar, you used your squeaky voice. What is it?”
“Nothing. Cole asked if I wanted to have breakfast with him this morning, but I told him that you were my first priority.”
“I know I’m your priority, but you should go to breakfast with him. I’m going to take full advantage of my post-breakup diet. I’m going to shower and go back to sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
Mr. Easton’s order last night floated through my head and my thighs clenched remembering the command in his voice.
“Yes, go out with Cole. I will call you later.”
Jules stood up and stared at me, her eyes roaming over my face, ensuring I wasn’t lying to her. She nodded and kissed me on the top of the head. “Love you, bitch.”
“Love you more.”
Before the door had clicked shut, I was already texting Mr. Easton.
Once again, his response was immediate.
A thrill ripped through me as I ran to my bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for “breakfast.”
What the hell should I wear?
I tossed my closet open and decided I owned nothing sexy. Chewing on the side of my nail, I forced myself to calm down. This was just a rebound hookup, it wasn’t as if I needed to make a good impression. Mr. Easton was a sure thing.
Fuck it.
I texted Mr. Easton, my decision made.
My heart hammered and I had to wash my hands with cold water so they would stop sweating. I took deep breaths, letting them out slowly, not wanting to look like a hot mess when he walked in.
I heard Mr. Easton’s car pull into the driveway and my nervousness melted away, replaced with the confidence of a sex kitten.
Mr. Easton walked in, and I stood there completely naked except for my confidence.
Thank you, Pilates.
My hands were planted on my hips, a small smile of victory painted my lips.
He slammed the door, the lock engaging loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” he hissed out, running a hand through his hair.
“What took you so long?” I asked, soaking up the attention. Fuck, I was marinating in it.
“Sorry, I decided to only go twenty miles over the speed limit.”
“Very responsible, and very surprising coming from a man who drives like an eighty-year-old.”
We grinned at each other from across the room, and then he pounced.
He was in front of me before I could blink. His large hands gripped my ass, bringing me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms looped around his neck, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss.
Our tongues tested each other’s strength. We kissed while he kneaded my ass, his giant steps bringing us into my room. He lowered us down to the mattress, not breaking our kiss.
“You have too many clothes on,” I rasped out while he trailed his tongue down my neck, nipping my collarbone.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be naked,” he answered, pulling away and reaching behind his back to yank his shirt off.
“I could go put on pants if you’d like,” I teased.
“Only if you don’t mind me ripping them to get to this.” He cupped my heated pussy with his hand.
I arched off the bed at the touch, making him smile a devilish smile that made me hotter.
“I didn’t think so.” He stood, and I memorized the beauty that was Mr. Easton without a shirt on. His muscles were defined, as if he used a ruler to get each line straight. His hands went to his grey sweatpants.
Grey sweatpants.
“Wait,” I cried out, stopping him from shucking the man lingerie to the floor.
He quirked an eyebrow.
“I was distracted when you came in. I didn’t notice you wore something slutty for me.” Licking my lips, I traced the large bulge pressing against his sweatpants.
He indulged me for a minute before getting impatient. “Are you just going to stare at me all day or can I please fuck you? My balls are very close to exploding.”
“You may proceed.”
“So noble.”
His pants hit the floor with a woosh, or maybe that was my breath leaving my lungs. His cock stood proud, and it should have been proud. It was large and girthy, its head glistening with a bead of precum.
I licked my lips, wishing I’d done jaw stretches before he’d showed up, because fuck.
He grabbed his cock and pointed it at me. “You look hungry.”
I crawled to him on all fours. He met me at the side of the bed. Without any hesitation, I sucked the tip into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of Mr. Easton.
My eyes rolled back in my head when I took him in my mouth as far as I could, gagging a little when he hit the back of my throat.
He continued to pump his shaft while I slowly sucked him in and back out.
Tears streamed down my face while I tried over and over again to get him farther down my throat.
I glanced up and he was staring at me, his face tight with desire.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled.
I almost came when he swiped a tear off my cheek, licking it off his finger.
I moaned from watching him devour my tears. His hands traveled down my spine, until he was gripping my ass, continuing to pump inside of my mouth. We were both groaning when he rode my face, his hands holding onto my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
He smacked my ass lightly before pulling out of my mouth with a loud pop.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” I whined, staring at his glistening erection.
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll fuck your mouth again.”
His hands landed on my shoulders, pulling me up to meet his face. Then he bent down and kissed me, his tongue soothing what his cock had just destroyed.
His knees hit the bed while he pushed me down on my back, looming over me.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked, his lips still glued to mine.
“God, yes.”
“You can call me Easton.”
“I thought you liked it when I called you Mr. Easton?”
“My cock has been in your mouth, and you’ve come all over my face. I think you can call me by my name.”
“Huh, I thought your name was Asshole.”
“Funny, Trouble.”
I giggled until I felt his thick cock nudge my entrance. All lightness seeped away. He coated his tip with my wetness. He pulled away from our kiss, our eyes locking on each other when he slowly pushed into me.
“Fuck,” we both breathed in unison when he was fully seated inside.
We stayed like that for seconds, minutes, years. New universes were built in that time. He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. I arched, crying out.
While his mouth feasted on my breasts, I clawed at his back.
It was animalistic, and out of our control, our pleasure taking over.
My legs locked around his waist until I was hovering off the mattress.
He continued to thrust inside of me, licking every inch of skin he had access to with me clinging to him.
He changed his thrusts, going faster, angling me in different positions until my eyes rolled back in my head.
“There it is,” he growled, kissing me deeply as he hit that perfect spot with continuous pressure. “I can feel you getting wetter.”
“Fuck, you are a goddamn sex god.”
He chuckled as my arms gripped his back, refusing to let him go. My bed protested from the movement, and I wanted to tell it to shut the fuck up and stop being jealous.
Easton pulled my hair back exposing my neck, licking the column of my throat.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” I screamed when he hit the spot I swear he’d created only for him, at the perfect pressure.
“Come for me, Trouble.”
And I did, my body spasming around his fucking perfect length, squeezing him tightly. Even my vagina didn’t want him to escape.
He groaned, and I felt him coming with me. The warmth of him pulsing inside of me prolonged my orgasm, until my body went limp. My legs and arms gave out at the same time, and I bounced against the mattress, slipping off Easton’s sweat-slicked skin.
He grinned over me, and he deserved the smugness covering his beautiful face.
“You’re hired,” I told him when he continued to hover.
“I think you pulled the trigger too fast. There’s a lot more I can offer.” He pulled out, and I couldn’t help the pout that formed on my lips.
He kissed the tip of my nose, crashing next to me. “Don’t pout. I promise there will be more, just let me catch my breath.”
“You deserve a break. By the way, I’m not a horrible boss. We have many perks in this company for hired rebound gods.”
He pinched my nipple. “I can see that. Do I need to do a feelings check?”
“No feelings, especially my legs.”
He chuckled, pulling me against his cooling body. I snuggled into his warmth, kissing his pecs. My body melted into him, happy and sated.
“Sleepy?” he asked, yawning next to me.
“Yes, but don’t think you get all the credit for it. I had a fitful sleep last night and it’s catching up to me.”
His hand stilled where it had been running up and down my spine. “Are you okay? I didn’t push you too fast, did I?”
I shook my head, not moving it from his chest. “No, I talked to Jules last night and told her that I kinda felt Bradford pushing me away. Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it wasn’t, but I almost feel like I was braced for it.”
“It doesn’t make it any less heart wrenching.”
My tired mind remembered him mentioning a cheating girlfriend who had wrecked him last night. I wanted to ask him, but I also recalled him telling me he didn’t want to talk about it after his one and only time mentioning it.
“Do you think I’m a heartless person for jumping into bed with you right after Bradford?” I wanted to smack myself on the forehead.
Why the fuck would I ask that? Especially after he’s just given me the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had.
“You could never be mistaken for heartless, Trouble. No, I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Easton, we both agreed to this arrangement. I already promised I won’t catch any feelings for you. But I can tell you with a hundred percent honesty you’re the best rebound sex I’ve ever had.”
“And how many rebound partners have you had?”
“One,” I answered.
“Good, I like it when the odds are stacked in my favor.”
“Well, one is an odd number.”
We both chuckled, my body getting more lax, while I listened to his breathing. Soon enough my eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and I fell into a deep sleep.