Chapter 18
chapter eighteen
patrice
We walked into Easton’s house in silence, but the tension from the last hour had turned into something else.
That conversation with his parents had made me feel exposed in ways that I had to take time to process.
But when Easton wrapped one arm around my neck and slid the other one into my briefs, all thought flew out of my mind, and my life’s purpose became how fast I could get him out of all these fucking clothes.
“Ungh, I want it.” He moaned into my ear, as he wrapped his hand around my dick.
I had to take a couple of deep breaths, before I could even respond. “Baby, the sounds you make.”
He gasped again, his eyelids flickering open.
His pupils were blown out and he looked starved.
“Why is it that I go a little crazy when you call me baby?” he asked, sounding legitimately surprised.
“I usually hate endearments or cute nicknames. But whenever that comes out of your mouth, I’m always hedging between melting into a puddle and begging you to fuck me. ”
I shook my head and laughed, as puzzled as he was. I brought his mouth to mine again and let the bruising kiss be my answer.
He pulled back after a second, panting for breath, and walked me back to the couch, licking his lips as if he was trying to figure out where he was going to take the first bite from.
“Where are we going?”
He raised an eyebrow as he pushed me down. As soon as my ass hit the cushion, he went down on his knees in front of me, every ounce of his focus on me.
I was not a romantic, but when Easton Archer looked at me like that, I felt like I could invent a whole new life. Just so I could get to have him without conflicts or guilt, without the world getting in the way of this joy.
I’d always liked sex, and took pride in being a good sexual partner, but it had never been a place of joy for me. My chest tightened at the unbridled want I saw in his eyes, the urgency of his hands tightening around my thighs as he ran them over me, like he could barely hold himself back.
I placed one hand on his cheek. I needed to touch him. Easton was vibrating, and without saying a word, dove for my cock. He took the head in his mouth, sucking it hard, just like I liked it, making my eyes roll.
When he pulled off, he nosed at my crotch with his eyes closed, complete bliss on his face. “I’m shamelessly obsessed with your cock.” He said it so matter-of-fact as he pulled on the waistband of my pants and briefs.
I laughed as I sank into the couch, throwing my head backward, already so close to losing it with Easton’s hand and tongue on me. “I’m pretty into that mouth of yours—”
My words got cut short by the mind-melting sensation of Easton taking my cock to the hilt.
“Fuck, you can suck dick,” I said, thrusting into his mouth as he circled the base of my dick with his index and thumb and sucked me down, the pressure so good, so perfectly tight, I had to grip the back of the couch to hold off the orgasm.
He worked that mouth up and down, taking me deep, and pulling off so he could tongue the slit.
I gritted my teeth, as he did his best to make me lose it.
When I got myself back under control, I opened my eyes to find him looking amused.
I clicked my tongue, totally taking the bait.
I knew how much he loved when I ran my mouth.
“Such a whore for a compliment, even with your mouth full of cock.”
That made him double down and soon I was gasping for air.
He took me down so deep, I could barely hold back from fucking hard into his mouth, but even with the controlled thrusts, I was almost coming.
When he swallowed around me, I lost it. My entire body went cold and I lost myself to the fireworks going off in my head as Easton took everything I had.
I opened my eyes just as he was climbing onto my lap.
He looked like a fucking wet dream, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, lips cherry red and swollen.
“Did my mouth live up to its reputation?”
The fact that he sounded hoarse from taking my dick was almost enough to make me want to try CPR on it so I could move right on to fucking him.
I groaned as I grabbed the back of his neck so I could suck on that tongue. “You are truly gifted.”
He gave me that grin that usually meant he was about to say something outrageous. It was almost like he did it so I’d shove my cock or my tongue into him to shut him up. Before he got a word out, I pushed off the couch, holding him up with one hand and hiking my pants up with the other.
When I started up the spiral stairs to his room, he bit my ear and I could feel his grin when he grazed my skin. “If it wasn’t complete torture for me, I’d almost wish we would’ve run into my parents sooner, because this level of hotness can only mean you’re about to fuck me like you mean it.”
It was hard to laugh when I was trying to carry him up a windy set of stairs. “I always mean it, and are you trying to get us killed? I’m trying to go up these stairs blind.”
“Am I wrong though?”
I smacked his ass hard as we reached the landing. “You’re a brat,” I answered as I watched him skin out of all his clothes in the time it took me to get out of my sweater.
“I’d try to address it, but you seem to enjoy it,” he said, as he crawled to the center of the gigantic mattress.
I took a moment to look at him, the lightness in his movements, the glint in his eyes.
The way he could bounce back from anger or resentment…
how being with him was making me that way, too.
By the time I was naked, he was sprawled on the bed, one hand stroking his cock and the other one pinching a nipple. I was still recovering from that blow job but seeing Easton looking like he was more than ready for me to dick him out, was making mine want to get back online, fast.
“You better take it slow; I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
He shuddered out a breath as he spread his legs wider. “But you’re taking too long. Come on, touch me.” He kept stroking his dick and now had one hand playing with his balls. His teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip.
“Patience, I have plans for you.” He shivered again, his eyes glomming me up as I moved around the room.
I kept my eyes on him as I went to the table by his bed where he kept his toys.
I stuck my hand in the drawer but kept my eyes on Easton.
I leaned down to run my hand up his chest, stopping right at the base of his neck, where I could feel his pulse.
I kept it there as his breathing got faster and started pulling out toys from the drawer one-handed.
Every time one dropped on the mattress, the thud made his breath hitch.
Still he didn’t turn his head to look at what I was doing, eyes locked with mine.
When I opened my mouth to speak, what came out was nothing more than a growl. “Are you going to let me use these on you, baby?” I asked.
His answer was barely audible. “Please.”
I took my eyes off him to pick up a black silicone dildo I’d seen in the drawer.
“You want it so bad.” He nodded, swallowing hard.
“Lift your legs. I want to see that hole, get it ready for me. I’m going work this ass, see how that pretty hole looks stretched out for me, and then I’m going to fuck you, long and slow.
” I ran a hand over my cock, which was almost ready for a second round. “Make you take all this.”
“Fuck, why do I love this toppy bullshit from you so much?”
He actually sounded pissed. I laughed at his frustrated expression, “You sound so aggravated,” I said, leaning down again to kiss him.
I pried his mouth open with my tongue, licking into him with a hunger I’d never felt before.
I wanted to lose myself in Easton, forget every single one of the reasons why we couldn’t work out and let this certainty I felt right now tell me what I wanted.
I tried to pull off, still sucking on his bottom lip, but his hands were gripping me tight, like he couldn’t bear to let me go.
“Patrice.” He could barely talk. His voice high and needy.
“I’ll take care of you baby.”
I pushed his legs back, exposing him to me, and ran a thumb over his entrance.
He shuddered out a breath and thrashed his head, as he let out a tortured moan. “You need something, baby?” Easton’s expression was pure frustration as I pressed my thumb against his rim, not quite pushing in. “Stop teasing me, Patrice. Fuck me.”
I laughed as I pumped some lube into my hand, “So greedy, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”
“It’s your fault, I—”
His words got cut off when I pushed a lubed finger in, stretching him, now starting to feel desperate to have him, too.
“Yesss, more,” he begged, as I pushed in another one, he started those little moans and grunts that made my blood hot, all rational thought flew out of my head. These were the moments when I told myself I’d do anything to hold on to Easton. To the freedom being with him gave me.
“I’m going to fuck you with this dildo first. I want to see it opening you up for me. So I can slide in, hit you right in that spot that makes you scream for me.”
“Do it now.” I propped a pillow under his ass, and without too much ceremony, I pushed the lubed toy in, just a half inch.
He sucked in a breath and on the exhale, I pushed in further, then pulled back.
I kept fucking him with shallow thrusts, watching his face, his mouth slack and his eyes rolling back.
After a few more thrusts, I licked my hand before taking his balls in my hands. From the first touch, his already impossibly hard dick jumped up, the head leaking as I pushed in further. I leaned so I could lap at the bead of liquid, making him scream.
“You’re leaking for me. Fuck, you make me crazy when you get like this.”
The sight of him trashing on the bed as I fucked him with the dildo was making my own dick so hard, I wasn’t sure how much I’d last.
“Patrice. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now.”