Chapter 35 Easton #2
She clings to me when I kiss a sensitive spot that makes her sway. The elevator stops. I keep her pinned in the corner for another beat.
“What room number?” I rasp.
“Uh, shit. I forget.” She releases a faint giggle, digging for the keycard in her small purse. “504.”
She yelps when I haul her over my shoulder and start down the hall. One of my hands slips beneath her dress to grasp the back of her thigh.
“Easton!” She folds over my back, smoothing her hands down my spine to rest just above my ass.
“Just like the first night we met. Key.”
I reach around, blindly feeling for her to drop it in my hand. Once her door unlocks, I take her inside and allow my hands to roam where I want, squeezing her plump ass before tossing her on one of the beds.
She bounces, then rises on her elbows with a sexy fucking look that makes me want to take her apart.
“Wait.” She slides off the bed. “The surprise.”
“Baby.” I brace my forearm against the door frame leading to the bathroom while she takes her bag inside. “You don’t have to put on lingerie or anything for me. I want you just as you are. I’m three seconds from tearing that dress off you.”
“Don’t you dare,” she says through the door in an amused tone. “This is one of my favorites.”
I rest my face in the crook of my arm, pressing a palm to my straining erection to take off the edge. “You have two minutes to get your cute ass out here before I bust this door down.”
She giggles. “You’re going to ruin the surprise.”
“Screw the surprise. I want you too badly,” I rumble.
The door opens, revealing her wearing nothing but my alternate jersey. My mouth drops open. She tips her chin up.
“Screw the surprise?”
“Fuck.”
She grins, teasing the hem of the oversized sweater higher up her leg to reveal she’s not wearing panties, either. “Oh, so now it’s fuck the surprise? Well, that is the idea.”
“You—” With a playful growl, I capture her in my arms. “Mine.”
I swallow her fond laugh, kissing her hard. My touch explores her body beneath my jersey, one hand on her ass and the other snaking up to play with her nipple until she arches against me.
She starts towards the bed when I release her, but I want something else. I grab her hips and redirect her towards the window, plastering myself against her back to walk her over to the excellent view of the Boston skyline.
I splay my hands over her stomach while fitting the ridge of my cock against her ass. “Put your hands on the window.”
Air rushes past her lips. She does as I say, my cock pulsing at the sight. I drop to a knee behind her, ripping out of my suit jacket. Pushing the bottom of the hockey sweater up to expose her mouthwatering ass, I spread her, a rough sound catching in my throat at the sight.
Not wasting a minute, I bury my face against her pussy, covering it with my mouth to work her with my tongue.
“Oh!” Her hips tilt to give me better access. “Oh my god, that’s—ah!”
I groan against her folds, feasting on her like a starving man. My tongue swirls around her clit, then presses against it, stroking it until her legs begin to tremble.
“I’m so close,” she pushes out between moans.
My fingers dig into her thighs and ass, holding her open further while I worship her body.
“Oh, shit, shit.” She cries out and scrabbles at the glass, rising on her toes.
I yank her back against my face, not done enjoying my meal. Her pussy soaks me, coating my jaw, dripping down my throat.
“You’re going to make me come again,” she whimpers.
“Good,” I say against her folds. “Give it to me. Come on my face.”
Her body goes rigid and her breath hitches before she grinds against my face with a moan.
I’m panting when I shoot to my feet, fumbling to unbuckle my belt.
I slap her ass when she drops one of her hands between her legs to play with her pussy while I nearly rip the buttons on my shirt in my haste to get undressed.
“Keep those hands on the window, baby.”
She twists to look at me. “Hurry up, then.”
Holding my gaze, she braces both hands against the glass, looking gorgeous as fuck with my jersey hanging around her waist, pussy glistening and begging to be fucked.
“Good girl.”
I finish stripping and slot behind her. My nose dips to graze her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. She nudges her hips back, her folds gliding over my length.
I line up, covering one of her hands with mine as I sink in slowly, making her take my cock inch by inch.
“Easton.” Her head thumps against my shoulder, face angling towards me.
“I know.” My eyes hood when I fill her completely. “Hold on.”
Keeping her steady by gripping her hip, I drag my cock out slowly, then slam back in. Her mouth drops open in the reflection. My thrusts are slow and sharp, making her tits bounce with each one.
We fuck against the window with the city as our view.
Her sounds of pleasure grow louder and her back arches when she’s close to coming. I find her clit, circling it with my fingers while I trail kisses down her throat to her shoulder. Her pussy clamps and she chokes out a plea.
I pull out, silencing her protest with a kiss as I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me. Taking her to the bed, I lay her down and enter her again. She throws her head back, arms locking around my neck.
She’s all mine. My girl, wearing my jersey.
A groan tears from me and my hips stutter, cock pulsing with my release. She welcomes it with a sound of pleasure, body squeezing me tight while she hums and rocks her hips languidly.
“Maya,” I rasp.
I bury my face against her neck. We’re both panting and wrecked. Her fingers run through my hair. Pushing up to brace over her, I brush my lips over hers.
“So, good surprise?” she murmurs.
“Best fucking surprise.”
I roll to my back, tugging her on top of me.
My palm splays over her spine, tracing it in long sweeps as our gazes meet.
Those stunning hazel eyes that stopped me in my damn tracks crease with love.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I draw her down for another kiss, needing to tell her with my lips once more that she’s my world.
Whatever the future holds for both of us, we’ll have each other. Nothing will separate us.
Maya Donnelly is it for me and I want to spend my life with her.