Chapter 24 Easton
EASTON
Everything until we got here is a blur.
The walk to the van from the bar. The soft whimpers from Collie’s lips at the feel of my palm soothing the side of her thigh over my shoulder. The way her small hand held the inside of my leg like she never wanted to let go as we drove to the abandoned parking lot we’re stationed in.
The fifteen-minute drive felt like a haze. Yet, I could recite the feeling in my sleep. The way my body has been simmering since I watched, transfixed, as Collie spun her body on the bar top like a fucking sex queen. Confidence and seduction poured out of her like muscle memory.
All I know is that we can’t go back to the campgrounds. Not yet.
I need to have her in private. Without the risk of Dan and Sheila fucking this up for me.
Although still in a public place, it’s close to midnight, and the parking lot of the abandoned supply store is scarce. One thing I’ve noticed about Wyoming, making it much different from other states, is that they appreciate the after-dusk hours.
Bars and restaurants stay open late, but visitors are conservative with their sleep and time.
I can appreciate that now more than ever.
The moment the van pulls to a stop, I hear Collie take her first full breath. Like she’s been holding it hostage the whole way here. That makes two of us. The parking lot lights offer a bit of a glow throughout the van, still enough to keep us fairly discreet.
We’re gonna need it.
“What now?” Collie whispers, the lust in her voice at an all-time high.
I turn to face her. She’s so damn beautiful it hurts. Delicate features glowing in the moonlight, my favorite dusting of freckles, and bright blue eyes that tell a story I hope to never forget.
I’m not sure I’m strong enough to survive her.
“Climb into the back and lie down for me. Boots off, but clothes stay on. I want to strip you myself.”
The sparkle in her eyes eliminate every worry about tomorrow I have. I chose to enjoy today, no matter what repercussions to my fucked-up heart it may bring.
“Of course.” I remain still as Collie does exactly as I ask. I don’t turn around to watch, just wait for her to give me the go-ahead. My cock fucking throbs behind my jeans, begging to be touched by her. But I need to do this right.
After years of neglecting this feeling, I need to release the overbearing tightness inside of me. Guns blazing.
“I’m ready for you.”
Four words. That’s all it takes for me to abandon my cowboy hat, exit the van, and circle around to the back hatch. In no time, I’m kneeling before Collie’s body, fully clothed as she waits for my next move.
I run my hands up the length of her calves, needing to touch every inch of her. God, I can’t wait to have my hands on her naked body, mine to taste and please. “I can’t promise you I’ll be gentle,” I murmur softly, my voice steady.
“I don’t need gentle.”
“Women like gentle,” I counter.
She shakes her head, eyes focused on my words. “Not me. I want to feel you for days, Easton. Until my pussy feels deprived without you inside of me.”
Fuck.
“I’m not sure I can go slow, either.”
“I don’t need slow. Just you. All I need is you.”
I nod, soaking in her words and letting them register. Collie gave me permission to be rough and I’m not sure anything sounds better. Is this what healthy communication between partners feels like? Even in the small and big things?
She needs to know I’ll take care of her. That her body is still safe with me despite how carnal I feel. “I will appreciate your body. Every single inch of you, Collie.”
“And then you’ll fuck me hard?” I’ll never tire from hearing her be so blunt and bold.
“Yeah, beautiful. Not sure I’ll be able to stop once I’ve had my fill of you. I can already tell you’re an addiction I may never recover from.”
“Let’s be addicts together then, Easton. Intoxicate me with your touch.”
“I can do that. Tell me your safe word.”
I reach for the hem of her leather leggings and begin pulling the fabric down inch by inch. “I’ve never needed one.”
“Make one then. If anything becomes too much for you, I need you to use it. Understood?”
“Yeah. I understand,” Collie agrees. With her leggings long gone, I urge her to sit up and raise her arms, allowing me to remove her jacket and T-shirt.
“Mask.” I pause, her safe word resting in the air between us. We’re eye to eye now, drinking in the vulnerability between us.
“Why mask?” I need to know.
Her bright blues soften and fall closed for a moment.
The stillest of moments before she speaks truth into the silence.
“We’ve both been living behind a mask. In different ways; yet we’re the same.
You make me feel defenseless, Easton. In the best way possible.
Like if I let you see the real me, you’ll accept me like a gift.
Not a burden. Not some dead end. There’s no faking it with you.
And the most terrifying part is that I’m not sure I want to anymore. ”
Collie Meadows might just be the anchor that holds me under. The thing that keeps me there forever until I choose to rise. To conquer my demons and show grace to even myself.
I’m ready for it. To rise without conditions or false tethers to everyone else’s selfish expectations of me.
She makes me feel deserving of all those things. Powerless to her hold on me. But more so because she doesn’t put restrictions on us.
Whatever we are.
Pulling her face to mine, I kiss her with a care I hope she remembers. We mesh like two perfect harmonies. “I need you, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me take a good look at you.”
Collie lies back, eyes dilated, drinking me in. I have to crouch to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling, but I’m too far from her anyway. I need to be closer.
“Jesus fuck. Never in my thirty-seven years of living have I seen anything so exquisite.” A light blue matching bra and panty set are the only things covering her most intimate parts.
I trace my touch across the inside of her thighs, reveling in the way her hips squirm, searching and begging for me to brush across her center.
The sweetest pussy I just know is soaked and aching for me.
“This for me?” I run my finger under the strap of her panties and follow it to the apex of her thighs. Soft moans fill the confines of the van, and I can’t wait to hear them only escalate.
“And for me,” she gloats. “I have a bit of a collection.”
“Hmm.” My finger slips underneath the fabric closest to her core and her body bucks at the contact. “Stay still, beautiful. Wouldn’t want you to make a mess of yourself before I have a chance to play with you.”
Leaning forward, I ghost my lips up the softness of her legs from calf to curves, studying the design of her shape. The time Collie spends as a fitness instructor models the way her muscles form at the dip of her hips.
I’ve never felt something so divine in my life.
“Please, Easton.” I inhale as my nose dusts the damp spot of her panties, loving the way she knows what I’m thinking before I can say it. “Eat my pussy. You know how much I love your mouth on me.”
Well, goddamn.
Pulling the wet fabric to the side, I plunge my tongue inside her, forceful and deep before swiping up her center. “Greedy fucking cunt. You can hardly take it, can you? Knowing how powerless you’ll be to my cock.”
“I can’t wait.” Her moans get edgier by the second, but weak in execution. “I’m on the pill, too. And clean. So, you can fuck me raw.”
As if I needed a death wish.
“You already know I’m clean. Glad we cleared that up,” I mumble, growing more impatient.
“Don’t you dare come, Collie. Wait until I’m inside you.
You need to control it. Let me have my fill before you let go.
” I let my kisses lead to her stomach, taking pride in the frustrated groan she lets out from the absence of my tongue on her pussy.
This is a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Freeing in spite of my need for dominance.
“Okay. Okay,” she whimpers, relaxing herself. “I’ll be good.”
I chuckle against the warmth of her milky skin. Goosebumps rise on her flesh at my arrival on her stomach, likely foreshadowing my direction.
I’ve got a set of tits to suck.
Lifting up the band of her bra, Collie’s perfectly shaped tits fall free.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, thrusting my jean-covered hips into the makeshift mattress, searching for friction.
“These tits.” I cup them in my hands and rub my thumbs across her nipples.
“You’ve never been more stunning than you are now.
Swollen with need. Cunt dripping. Tits fighting to have my mouth on them. Like a goddamn fantasy.”
“Easton,” Collie moans, arching her back for me to have a taste. Her right nipple finds my lips, and I feast. Pulling it between my teeth and biting, loving the way she cries out in pain and pleasure. Collie’s hand finds the top of my head, gripping my hair and yanking me where she needs me.
I’m happy to give her anything. There’s something incredibly attractive about a woman who knows what she wants, and most importantly, how she wants it.
She isn’t shy, and that’s a quality I never knew I’d enjoy so much.
“Yessss. God, I love the way you touch me. Makes me feel so good.”
I switch to her other breast, showing it just as much attention before licking up the center of her cleavage. “I need to be inside you, Collie. Fuckkkkk.”
“Strip, Easton. Show me how much you want me.”
“You have no idea,” I mumble before removing her bra entirely and sitting back on my heels. With the view of Collie naked below me, I’ve never been more motivated to strip. My boots, jeans, and jacket are gone in an instant, leaving me in a plain white T-shirt and black boxers.
“I like you like this.” Collie caresses the sides of my thighs, her breath shortening as my shirt comes off next. “Easy and light. Like you just finished with an infinity star massage and couldn’t be more relaxed. It makes me feel comfortable with you.”
Something is happening inside me, and it’s more than I bargained for. The urge in my chest to hold Collie and never let go. To protect her from all the bad things in the world and refuse to let anyone steal the unique light inside of her.
“I’m comfortable with you, Collie. And that’s a new feeling. I’m sorry if I’m not good at it.”
“Not possible,” she reassures me. “Now, show me that beautiful cock.”
I strip my boxers free, letting my hard length do the talking. “This what you want?” I grip the base of my shaft.
“Mhm. I want it inside me.”
I take a long, fluid stroke, hissing at the sensation of my hand. Her pussy is going to feel like heaven squeezing me. I let my eyes focus on her swollen tits and drag them down to her center, the home I’m minutes away from making my own.
Collie’s urgency thrills me as she leans to sit upright and grabs hold of my aching cock before slipping me into her mouth. “Fuckkk. Fuck.”
She hums, rolling her tongue on the underside of my cock and circling back to the top. We can’t do this if I want to last.
With a quick yank of her hair, I bend her head back, forcing her to look at me. But I can’t think straight when she licks her bottom lip, my pre-cum now vanishing at the swipe of her tongue. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Ready to fuck me yet, Ranger?”
“Filthy fucking vixen,” I grunt, pulling her hair even more until she’s on her back again. “You wanna be fucked like a little slut, Collie?”
She grins. “I’ll let you take a wild guess.”
“Keep flirting with my cock like that and we won’t make it far.” Holding my length in one hand, my other finds her throat as she spreads those pretty thighs for me without asking.
I slide across her slit, not entering, but not teasing either.
The head of my cock pays close attention to her clit, and one shift of her hips has me seeing stars.
“Remember your safe word, Collie.” A nod solidifies her understanding, and that’s all the acceptance I need before thrusting into her with one plow.
“Holy shittttt,” I exhale, bottoming out inside of her.
“Oh my god. You’re so big. Yessss.”
I’ve awakened a beast, plowing into her with a force I’m worried will leave us spent for days. My hand around her neck tightens, and Collie makes no effort to pull it away, just runs her nails up my back, marking my bare flesh. “Choke me, Easton. Make me beg for you.”
“How is this real?” I groan, my head falling back and eyes closing in ecstasy as I grip her neck tighter.
The pleasure is mind-numbing. So intense I forget where I am.
But seeing Collie just as immersed as me, meeting me thrust for thrust, rights my thinking.
“That’s it, baby. This pussy was made for me. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Easton,” she whimpers, breathing labored. “Ready to give myself to you. All of me. So make it fucking count.”
“With pleasure.” Our hips are in sync, bodies wired together as our orgasms hit in unison, cries from both of us cutting through the silence of the night.
I know now that nothing will ever compare to this. The connection. The feeling. The equality between two people.
It never did years ago. Never with Sydney. Only ever with Collie, it seems.
So, where do we go from here?