31. He Was That Man

31

HE WAS THAT MAN

T he buzzing in his ears was a siren of Laurel’s words saying she only wanted one man.

He was that man.

Easton was going to show her how much he wanted her before this night was over.

They got into her house and up the stairs to her room. An attic that had been converted, he was sure, since the ceiling wasn’t as high as it was downstairs and the walls angled down.

It worked for her and that was all that mattered.

He’d set up his laptop up on a desk in a spare room and worked here yesterday. It wasn’t that big of a deal and something he could consider easily in the future to spend more time with her.

And the way her ass was swishing in front of him as they climbed those stairs and she did a little twirl in front of him on those sexy heels, he knew that he’d do anything to get back here quickly.

“Come here,” she said, reaching for him, grabbing his arm, and giving him a little tug toward her.

His feet moved on their own rather than the nudge from her.

The emotional pull was enough to get him to follow her into a fire with a can of gasoline in his hand.

“Yes?” he asked when her hands were flat on his chest.

“I have to say I was wrong about a man in a suit.”

“It’s the man in the suit, not the suit itself,” he said, lifting one eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” she said.

His hands were on her waist and sliding up so he could get to the zipper and lower it, but she dropped down on her knees in front of him first. Her fingers were undoing his pants and parting the material wide, then yanked them down fast.

His dick sprang free and grazed her cheek.

“Maybe we should take a shower first,” he said. “It was a little warm in there with all the people and clothing.”

“Nope,” she said. Her tongue came out and licked the length of him. “You’re a man with a masculine musky scent that is drawing me in more.”

He smirked at that but didn’t have a chance to say or do another thing before her mouth opened and she all but swallowed him whole.

“Jesus,” he said.

She was moving up and down. Not fast, not slow, just right.

Her hair was in soft waves over her back, a little messier than when they left and it only made her sexier to him.

The pinkish dress she was wearing was clinging in all the right places, accentuating the curves a man was drawn to.

On her feet were those nude high heels with tiny straps holding them in place, her pretty toes flashing for all to see.

They weren’t coming off until he was finished with her tonight.

He was trying to focus on anything he could right now other than what she was doing to him or making his body feel.

He didn’t want this over too fast but might not get that wish when she started to pump him with her fist, her lips just sucking on the tender tip.

Her eyes glanced up at him and he saw the wicked pleasure she was feeling as she tortured him.

“Enjoying this?” she asked, her fist moving up and down.

“You have to ask?” he said and let out a small groan.

“Just wanted to make sure. Your eyes are glossed over.”

“Trying not to end it too soon.”

She laughed and that hoarse sound vibrated in his chest and he almost called it a night right there.

“That’s not fun,” she said. “You’re going to make me work harder.”

“No,” he said. “You don’t need to do that.” Jesus, he’d never survive.

“I think I do,” she said and laughed some more.

Her other hand came out and cupped his balls and started to massage them while her mouth and hand went back to work.

He had no clue what she was doing, but the combination of sensations was shooting through his body like a pinball on release.

“Laurel,” he said, letting out a growl.

“Oh, baby,” she said. “Just let it go. Don’t fight it.”

She dropped her mouth down and went deeper than she had before and started to suck so hard he lost control and shot into the back of her throat.

If she hadn’t wanted that he was going to feel like shit, but she’d told him to do it.

And the way she was sucking him off told him she didn’t have an issue with it.

His legs were shaking and he was appalled to think he might not be able to stand up much longer.

She sat back on her heels, her hands dropping away with her mouth.

“Feel better?” she asked.

He looked down at her. “What?”

She laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Your eyes are unfocused now.”

She stood up and he reached for her fast, had her body slamming into his. “I know exactly what I’m doing and feeling. Never doubt that.”

“Wow,” she said. “Now that was a hot move.”

“You want hot,” he said. “Turn around.”

She did and he lowered the zipper to her dress, let it drop to the floor, undid the clasp of her nude bra, and pushed that off her shoulders.

Her little pink panties were riding high on her ass cheeks as if it was meant for that to happen rather than being out of place. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed lines in the dress but then realized they were a silky material and nothing would cling to it.

He pushed them down and she kicked them out of the way.

“Where do you want me?” she asked.

“Just like this,” he said. “Facing away from me.”

He stepped back and got rid of the rest of his clothing.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing,” he said and moved closer to her again.

His mouth went to her neck and started to kiss, one hand moving around the front and cupping her breast, sliding up and pinching her nipples, the other hand going between her legs.

“That feels good,” she said, dropping her head back so he had better access to her neck and collarbone.

“I’m going to make you feel what I did standing there while you played with me.”

“Evening the score,” she said. “I like that.”

She was pretty steady on her feet in those heels, but he’d make her wobble on them soon enough.

He thrust two fingers inside of her wet heat without warning. Her body tensed and then all but melted into him.

“Too much?” he asked.

“Just enough,” she said. “Maybe a bit more.”

He smiled and moved his mouth to her ear, whispering, “You’re going to get it all, baby, don’t worry.”

He was pumping his fingers in and out, pinching her nipple a little harder than he had in the past. She spread her legs some more and was almost moving her hips forward and back to get more of him.

“I can feel you against my ass,” she said.

His dick was rock hard again. How could it not be?

“You’re going to get that too,” he said. “We’ve got all night.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Just sharing that information.”

“Good information to have,” he said. “Now stop talking unless it’s to tell me to fuck you.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you that soon, but you need to finish what you started.”

She was going to be the death of him and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He switched over to her other breast, found her hardened nipple, and was flicking at her before he applied some pressure. He liked the position they were in. No kissing and she had very little control to touch him.

This was all that he wanted to do and his timing of it.

Just like she had done to him.

His fingers slid out of her heat, found her swollen bud, and started to rub and slightly pinch it. She let out a squeal so he did it again.

Her legs were shaking and he knew she was close, so he shoved his fingers deeper, his other hand moving down and pinching her tender flesh.

She let out a shout and he could feel her coming as he pumped his fingers in and out of her again and again.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“I’m not stopping until you do,” he said in her ear. “Or until you cry for mercy.”

“I never cry for mercy with sex,” she said.

She was wobbling on her feet though and he was pretty sure his arms were the only things to keep her upright as she continued to moan and come for a solid minute.

When the throbbing stopped, he removed his hands and was going to turn her around, but she took a step forward and flopped face down on her bed, her ass pointed at him.

“Are you okay?”

She popped up on her elbows, turned her head and said, “Fuck me now.”

Shit. She had more in her tank than him, but he wasn’t going to show it.

He moved closer, grabbed her hips, lined his dick up, and sank in fast.

They both moaned at the same time. It didn’t matter that he’d come not that long ago, he felt as if it’d been months and he couldn’t get there fast enough now.

He grabbed her hips with his hands, might have been a bit rough, but she didn’t seem to mind.

He was slamming into her with a force he’d never shown another woman and hoped only Laurel ever got to see it.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Touch yourself and get there again if you can.”

“I can,” she said. “Don’t worry.”

He realized her hand was already there working herself over.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever been with someone where he was so lost in feelings that he wasn’t sure of everything going on around him.

The faster her hand moved, the more rapid his hips did.

He felt her start to squeeze his cock, knew she was coming and just held still to absorb the pleasure fully, knowing those internal muscles of hers alone were going to make him come.

And they did a second later, the two of their bodies frozen, the only movements were the pulsing of their most private areas until he collapsed on top of her back.

Ten seconds later, she was laughing. “Am I squishing you?”

“Yep,” she said, “but it was totally worth it.”

Easton rolled onto his back and reached for her. She turned and was lying on his chest, their feet hanging off the side.

“I’m not sure how any man couldn’t just love the hell out of you.”

Her hand that was rubbing his chest stopped. “Are you saying you love me?”

“I think I am,” he said.

“Think?” she asked. Her voice was unsure and he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard that from her before.

“I am,” he said. “How do you feel?”

“The same,” she said.

“Which aren’t the words,” he pointed out.

“I love you, Easton,” she said. “Is that better?”

“It’s the best.”

“Then maybe you can say it to me without adding the word ‘think’ in the mix.”

He smiled. “I love you too, Laurel.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You’d be surprised, but it’s only going to get easier.”

“I hope so,” she said quietly.

He wasn’t sure what she meant by that and decided it might not be the best time to ask.