Chapter 15 #2
“I’m clean as well,” he added, pressing his erection into my center. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex. I caught her cheating on me and got checked.”
I opened my mouth, and questions jammed over my tongue like LA traffic on Memorial Day wanting to get out.
“That is the one and only time I will mention her. That is way more than a rebound needs to know.”
“And for your previous question, as I said, I’m not sure if I’m heartbroken. He hurt me. He betrayed me. But in all honesty ...” I stopped, my insides squirming, and it had nothing to do with his muscled goodness pressed against me.
“Go on.”
“I want you. All I can think about is you and what you are going to do to me. Isn’t that wrong?”
“I don’t think it’s wrong at all. In fact, that was the perfect answer.”
“Yeah?” Before I could say anything more, he crashed his lips against mine, his body finally relenting and colliding with me.
Fuck, he feels incredible.
“Jules.”
“No, my name’s Rachel,” I answered into his mouth.
“When she gets here, get rid of her as soon as you can.”
“Mr. Easton, she’s my best friend. I’m not going to get rid of her.”
“She might be your best friend, but she won’t do this to you.”
“Do what?”
He didn’t answer, instead he trailed hot, wet kisses down my body. Stopping to suck each nipple until they were standing at attention. As he licked toward my navel, goosebumps broke out all over my skin when I realized where he was headed.
“These,” he said, brushing over the goosebumps with the pad of his finger, “make me feel like a god.”
He winked before continuing his travel. His tongue traced my hip bones as he sank to the floor, yanking me to the edge of the bed.
“Show me your god skills.” I grabbed a pillow, propping it under my head, so I had access to the show.
“As you wish.” He grabbed my feet and placed them on his shoulders, baring me to his heated stare.
The cool air of the room chilled my hot flesh, showing me just how wet I was for him. I squirmed when he continued to stare.
“Beautiful.” His voice held a hint of awe, and my stomach flipped.
No feelings, Rachel.
He traced my wetness with the tip of his finger before bringing it to his lips. He swirled his tongue over his finger, collecting it all. We watched each other in the most erotic dance I’d ever been involved in.
“Delicious.”
I thought he was going to dive in. Bradford was the only person who’d ever gone down on me, and he did it with vigor. Not Mr. Easton. He savored me like I was a fine dining experience.
His fingers glided over me.
“Please,” I begged, needing him to do something.
“Patience,” he responded.
When I huffed in reply, he chuckled, the puff of air tickling my sensitive flesh.
Then he licked me. He flattened his hot, wet tongue and licked me from back to front.
“Oh, my god.” I arched off the bed.
His thick forearm braced my hips against the mattress.
His tongue traveled the same path over and over again, changing speed, pressure, tempo. And I knew with certainty he was cataloging every hitch in my breath, every moan, every nuance.
His forearm clenched over my waist when he inserted a finger.
“Holy shit,” I moaned.
He slowly fingered me, pushing his digit in and out before adding another.
The room was quiet except for our labored breathing.
Mr. Easton continued cataloging my reactions, his fingers finding a tempo curated from the gods themselves. He stroked my G-spot, circling my clit with his miraculous tongue.
The pressure of his tongue and his fingers worked in tandem. My breathing expelled when he did something magical with his fingers, hitting a spot that was more mythical than a unicorn.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I wanted to tell him it was hard for me to climax through oral, and his command wasn’t going to magically make me come, but he proved me wrong.
Heat scorched every nerve ending, starting from my toes and the top of my head until both reached the apex of my body where Mr. Easton was playing me like only he could.
I exploded. My body clenched around him. I could feel my clit pulsating over his lips, and if I was aware of my surroundings, I would have clocked the smirk gracing my clit.
His fingers continued their rhythm, making sure he had every last bit of my orgasm before slowly pulling them out and placing a chaste kiss on my clit.
He stood, his erection about to blast out of his pants. I watched, spent on the mattress, my breath heaving as he sucked his fingers clean.
“I need you,” I told him.
His hands moved toward his belt, and I watched with rapt attention. His large cock sprang out from his pants like it had heard the shot to start a race. I gulped at the massive erection, tracing the veins with my eyes but wanting to trace them with my tongue.
Before any of my fantasies could even form, we heard a car pull into the driveway.
When he pushed his massive erection inside of his pants, I grieved at the sight. It looked painful tucked away, straining against his zipper, and I really wanted to play with it.
Realizing my body wasn’t functioning at the moment, Mr. Easton wrapped me in my robe and positioned me on the bed just in time for Jules to open the door, calling out my name.
He leaned down, brushing his lips over mine, and I wanted to scream at Jules to get the fuck out of my house while there was a literal sex god in my bedroom.
He surprised me when he slipped off the ring Bradford had just placed there. We both watched in silence as the diamond slid off my very important finger. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice husky, making my nipples pebble.
“Yes,” I whispered, knowing he would need verbal confirmation from me instead of just a nod.
“Good girl,” he answered, slipping it into his pocket. “Get her out as soon as you can,” he ordered before walking out the door toward my best friend.