Chapter 17
Vivian
It wasn't the smartest decision I'd made in the last few months, but seeing the desire Easton had in his eyes for me left me wanting to explore it fully. Dinner and dessert would have to wait. I'd committed to letting him have control over me just long enough for me to forget the pain that lay deep inside of me over Jackson. Easton had the power to tug me far beneath the mountain of guilt I felt over not realizing all the shit that had happened with my parents. It would suffocate the desire I experienced every time he and I had bumped into each other over the last few days. We'd been playing a dangerous game, but tonight was about throwing in our lots, tossing caution to the wind and letting pleasure reign supreme.
I cried out loudly as his tongue brushed down my sex, his fingers gripping my ass tightly as he pressed his face against my need and sucked rhythmically.
There would have been a time when I wouldn't have imagined letting anyone touch me intimately but Jackson, but the handsome bastard behind me had torn down my resolve for the night.
"So wet," he mumbled against my flesh as his tongue parted me, and he lapped at the center of my body.
My arms threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay upright and enjoy the attention he gave me so expertly. Sliding my hands out, I pressed my forehead to the bed as he brushed his thumb by my entrance, pushing in only a little.
Fire exploded from deep inside my stomach, and I jerked back up to my hands, forcing myself back to take the rest of his digit into my body as I undulated my hips.
"Take whatever you need, Viv." He bit the back of my thigh as I rode the wave of pleasure he'd forced upon me.
"So good," I whimpered and let my head drop before pulling forward and lying flat on the bed. I worked to catch my breath and pushed away the desire to cover up. Had I really gotten half naked in front of a stranger and let him eat me out? From behind?
A tremor ran through me as Easton crawled up on the bed and covered my body with his. The soft warmth of his chest against my back ushered in a peace that I hadn't remembered feeling for a long time. He might be someone I had just met, but every part of me found rightness with him.
"You're so delicious. I want to turn you over and do that again. To watch your beautiful face contort while you cum for me." He pressed his lips to the back of my shoulder and slid his hand down to grip my hip as he rocked against me.
I groaned and lifted my rear a little, rubbing it against the hardness of his erection. "That felt so good."
"Good, baby. I want you to drown in pleasure tonight." He moved back and worked on his jeans as I rolled onto my back and sat up.
"I wanna taste you now." I moved toward the edge of the bed, but he reached out and pressed his hand gently to my chest.
"Not right now. I want to make love to you." He turned and walked from the bed to his dresser as his jeans slid over his hips and dropped to the ground. His tight blue boxer-briefs left little to the imagination, but I wanted to take every inch of him in before we started fucking. Otherwise, I knew I'd miss out on seeing his beautiful body.
Getting up, I walked across the room and wrapped my arms around him, pressing a kiss on his strong back. He grunted softly and tore a condom package open before setting it down and sliding his underwear off.
I moved back and ran my fingers over the thick curve of his ass, squeezing softly and enjoying watching him much more than I should have. I slipped my panties off and stood back up as my legs shook slightly.
"Turn around. I want to see you." I gripped his shoulder tightly and pulled as he turned around to face me. He was gorgeous, his body strong and lined with subtle muscles. Dark hair ran from the center of his belly down to frame his thick cock.
I moved toward him, reaching out and cupping him with one hand while stroking him with the other.
He took my face in his hands and leaned down, kissing me fully and pressing against my hand as I sucked on his tongue. The musky tones of my pleasure rolled over me, and something spilled open deep inside of me. Where playing it safe with Jackson sounded right and good, this thing with Easton was hot and a little edgy. I wanted it – badly.
After breaking the kiss, he let his lips hover over mine as he panted softly and closed his eyes. "Your hands are so damn soft."
"Yes, and you're gorgeous. I could stare at you all day." I pressed my lips once against his and raked my nails over his sensitive flesh. The sound of his breath catching caused chill bumps to race along my exposed skin.
He unwrapped my fingers from his cock and glanced down, rolling the condom on quickly before reaching for me. "You want this, right?"
I glanced down at him as my nipples budded once more. "Yes. Now."
"Good." He leaned down and pressed his lips to my breast, sucking one of my nipples deep into his mouth over my bra as his fingers dug into the back of my legs. I was shocked by his strength as he picked me up and urged me to wrap my legs around his waist. "Wrap your arms around my neck and hold yourself up, Viv."
I did as I was told and held on tightly to him as he positioned our bodies to join. A long moan left me as he pressed into me.
His eyes moved from our conjoined bodies up to watch my face as I tried to keep myself together.
"No. Enjoy me. Let go," he whispered and walked toward the closest wall, pressing my back to it and thrusting hard as he pressed all the way inside of me.
Warmth spread across me, and I tightened my legs around his waist, lifting up and bouncing a little on his thick offering. Not having been with a man in a couple of months, I'd almost forgotten how incredibly good it felt to be stretched.
"Oh fuck," he grumbled and pressed his chest to mine as his strong fingers dug into my upper thighs. With quick jerks, he lifted me up as he pressed deep inside of me and pulled me down as he pulled out, the pressure delicious, the sensual dance thrilling.
"I'm not going to last long, but I need to hear you cum again for me." He licked at the side of my neck before pinning me to the wall and pressing his lips to my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak as he continued his assault, fucking far better than Jackson ever had. I hadn't been exposed to this side of carnality, but it was heady and demanding.
He moved his arms down to rest under my knees as he forced me open farther and picked up the pace of his thrusts.
I glanced down as the room burst into stars around me. He was beyond sensual as he worked himself toward ecstasy and held me captive in my own.
"Easton," I cried out as my body tightened around his rhythmically.
"I'm gonna join you." He moved to align his face with mine and pressed his lips to mine, kissing and licking at my mouth as he grunted and groaned. His body stiffened and he stopped thrusting as a long cry left him.
I tightened my arms around his neck and used my hold on him to lift up and continue to stroke his body with mine, pulling him through his own orgasm as best I could.
"God," he whispered as his eyes opened. The dark green was breathtaking, but the way he looked at me as if he could so easily be in love with me seared me deep inside my chest. "That was so fucking hot."
"I couldn't agree more." I lifted up as he pulled out of me and sat me back down on my feet.
He walked toward the bathroom, and I rushed around, trying to get dressed. It seemed so weird not to be cuddled up next to each other, but it would be a little too much to expect or ask for. Lovers had sex and cuddled, friends who fucked simply fucked.
I walked to the bathroom as he started the shower and walked out. The look on his face told me that he wasn't too thrilled with the fact that I was dressed.
"Can you zip this, please?" I gave him a tight smile and turned, giving him my back.
"Yeah, but why are you getting dressed? There's a robe in here you can wear while we eat dinner. Let's take a shower together. I'll wash your body and get you cleaned for later tonight. I'm not done with you." He wrapped his big arms around me and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. "Please don't tell me that you're leaving right now."
"I have to. I've not heard from Casey yet, and I'm worried." I moved out of his hold, turned and pressed a kiss to his swollen lips as I ran my fingers through his hair. "That was incredible."
"You're incredible." He reached for me, but I pulled back and laughed.
"If we start kissing again, then I'm not likely to leave." I started for the door.
"That's kinda the plan. I was thinking shower, dinner, dessert, more sex, and then snuggling. I wanted to hear all your deepest fantasies. "
I smiled and glanced over my shoulder. "Sounds like an evening I'd want to repeat far more often than either of us would allow. Call me tomorrow. I need to find Case."
"Okay. Night, Viv." He watched me with disappointment on his handsome face as I walked out into the hall and let out a long breath I'd been holding.
Too much was right with the way he touched me, the way he wanted to hear me cry out when I dove into ecstasy. I wanted to cum for him just so he could hear how good he was without ever having to use a word.
My heart was too connected to my willingness to share my body. I wasn't teasing him with the fact that I wasn't a one-night stand sort of girl. Every cell in my body screamed for me to return to him and lay claim to his heart. He'd already taken hold of mine, and it had only been a few days. Love was unfair and lust was no better. It promised to be clean and unconnected for some while dragging others into the murky water of heartbreak and longing.
I pulled my phone from the small pocket at the front of my dress and checked for messages from Casey again, finding nothing.
"Dammit." I dialed her number and opened the door for the stairwell. Taking my time, I walked down the three flights of stairs between my floor and Easton's. Having called Casey twice, I decided to leave another message, this time no different than the last.
I reached my room and walked in, calling out to my best friend and getting no reply. If she wasn't back in the morning, I would call the police and start searching for her. She was known to pull shit like this all the time when we were younger, but over the years she seemed to chill out a little, or enough because she knew what it did to me.
There weren't any guys at the club that I saw that she would even be interested in. She was the kind of girl who went way above her league where men were concerned. If the guy wasn't model or movie star material, she wasn't interested.
After stripping down, I got into a hot shower and let my mind move back to sex with Easton. It wasn't good to leave him the way I did, but I was worried about Case. The idea of her needing me, or stumbling into the room drunk and perhaps sick, and being alone was too much to bear.
I pulled out my phone as it dinged, hoping like hell it was my best friend.
Easton: You make it back to your room okay?
Me: Yeah, but she's still not here. I'm worried.
Easton: Let's go look for her. Get dressed and I'll come get you.
Me: No. She does this all the time. I'm just going to stay here and try to get some sleep. I'm exhausted.
Easton: Being sexy will do that to you.
Me: You should know. You're blistering hot.
Easton: You're making me blush.
Me: This I gotta see.
Easton: Let me come down. We can just watch TV and order some food. You don't need to be alone after we made love. It just doesn't feel right.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to think through my response. I wanted him to come down, but I knew better. My heart already longed for something that wasn't likely to happen between us. I didn't have to be a bitch like I'd planned to be at the start of the night, but I had to protect myself. No one else was going to do it for me.
Me: I'm really tired, but we can get together tomorrow. I'll call you in the morning. You can snuggle me up with one of your great hugs.
Easton: Alright. Sweet dreams, beautiful. Mine will be filled with you.
Tears burned my eyes as I dropped my phone on the bed and walked to the bathroom, removing the last of my clothes as I did. I didn't have to go to sleep to dream about someone as incredible as Easton Parks. He could quickly become the man of my dreams without any energy or effort.
"Funny how those great dreams quickly morph into nightmares." I grabbed a hand towel and got into the shower, waiting for it to warm up enough to soak the cloth. I pressed it to my face and let the first of several long cries leave me. Lust was fun, but love was something I thought would always be mine. I needed to bleed out the torrent of emotions that were building up behind my calm facade. Otherwise, they would spill out and scare everyone as badly as they sometimes scared me.