Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Archer

A call for a car accident made my day run longer than it should have. Things like that are always difficult, but I do my best to check my emotions. I texted Easton to tell him, but he didn’t respond, and I can’t say I’m shocked. Still, I hurry home to change, grab everything I need, stop for hibachi takeout, then go to his house.

The second I knock, he pulls the door open and is on me. It takes me by surprise, and I almost drop the bags. Easton’s arms are around me, his hair dripping, skin slick from a shower as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I melt into it, let him inside to taste me because he’s East and he tastes so damn good, I can’t get enough of him. It only takes a minute for my brain to catch up and slow things down.

I tilt my head back, breaking the connection between our mouths. “Hey…why we in such a hurry here?” I try to kiss my way down his throat.

He’s shirtless and smells like soap, but those aren’t the things I concentrate on. East is shaking, damn near vibrating out of his skin.

“Want you to fuck me. Fill me.” He unbuttons his jeans, not making eye contact.

“What’s wrong?” I set the food on the table by the door and drop my bag. Pretty Girl and Casanova scoot around us to go outside and lie down on the porch.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to fuck. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” He tries to turn away, but I hold on to his wrist and don’t let him.

“I want to fuck you. Jesus, it’s all I’ve thought about all damn day. I just don’t want to do wrong by you. I don’t want to take advantage of a situation.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop being so fucking perfect. You’re not taking advantage of anything. I’m the one who mauled you the second I opened the door. If you want me, then fuck me, Archer. That’s what I need.”

Any control I had left snaps, fucking disintegrates into nothing as I grab his face in my hands and slam our mouths together again. My tongue finds its way into his mouth, East feeding me soft moans as we make out. We stumble backward into his living room, our mouths jerking apart again when East almost falls onto the couch. He catches himself, before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

“You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” I ask, pushing his jeans and underwear down to free that beautiful fucking cock of his.

“Fuck off.”

I chuckle. “You don’t want that, do you? Because then I can’t tell you what a good boy you are for me…coming home to wait for me, getting all cleaned up for me. You’re so goddamned good.”

A shiver runs the length of him, radiating into me. Everything about him hits me on a whole new level, like he fills these places inside me I didn’t know needed to be filled.

“Get inside me.” There’s a sharp edge of neediness to his voice, one that I tell myself East has never had with anyone other than me. Who the fuck knows if it’s true, but I want to believe it is. That this thing between us is as intense for him as it is for me.

“Good boys say please.” The words fall easily from my tongue. It feels so natural with East.

“Get something inside me…please.” He says the last word like he wishes he didn’t want to say it but knows he does. I can’t help chuckling, realizing that as difficult as things can be with East sometimes, he makes me smile too. I have fun around him and want to be the one to show him it’s okay to have fun more often.

“So fucking sweet.”

I pull his bottoms the rest of the way down and off his feet, thick cock bobbing and waiting for attention. I stroke it twice, savor the heat of his shaft against my palm, before removing the rest of my clothes and setting my throbbing erection free.

“Do you even know me?” he asks, referring to my sweet comment.

“Yes.” I know him as much as he’ll let me, and I hope to get to know him more. But he is sweet, even if he doesn’t realize it.

“Get the supplies, Archer. I brought the lube down.”

He’d planned this, been waiting for me. My thoughts are slightly mixed up about that, but then I remind myself that East wants me. That he gets something from being with me, and I get something out of that too. That’s bigger than any of the other shit, bigger than the possible consequences of what I’m doing.

I grab a condom from my bag, Casanova lifting his head briefly from his perch on the porch to make sure it’s someone he knows before falling asleep again.

When I turn around, East is kneeling on the couch, elbows braced on the back, ass out toward me. He’s looking over his shoulder, watching me, his gaze a silent plea I don’t have it in me to refuse.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

“You are, East.” I walk toward him, stroking my cock. “Such a pretty, good boy.”

He rolls his eyes, but I can feel the heat radiating off him, the part of him that needs to hear these truths so fucking bad.

I toss the condom to the cushion beside him, set the lube on the end table. I suck my finger, and he pushes his ass out toward me more, legs spread, full balls hanging between them. I circle his pink rim while kissing the top of his spine.

“Inside…need you inside.”

My pride soars at hearing that, at hearing Easton’s needy pleas for me.

“Who knew you’d have such a hungry little hole?” I push the tip in, then kiss the next knot of his spine.

His ass basically sucks me in, so fucking tight as I push in farther.

Another kiss.

“More.”

“You need more, good boy?”

In. Out. In. Out.

Every once in a while, I curve my finger, brush his prostate, while I slowly, so damn slowly, finger-fuck him and work my way down his spine, one kiss after another after another.

East trembles. Pushes back against me. Sucks in a sharp breath and tells me to fuck off, then moans, “Archer…” when I rub his prostate again.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Then fill my ass.”

“I’m getting there.”

Another kiss and another, until I’m kneeling on the floor, his ass level with my face, his wrinkled hole tight around my finger.

“Can I?” I kiss one ass cheek. “Let me eat this pretty ass before I fuck it. I promise I’ll make it good for you, East.”

“Yes. Hell yes. Something. Anything. I just…”

Need this. He needs this from me. I don’t know why he chose me, how I got this fucking lucky, but I know it’s true.

I keep one finger inside him as I lash my tongue around it. He smells like soap and musk, tastes like all my favorite things combined.

I pull my finger out, and he damn near whimpers. “I’m not going anywhere.” I nibble his ass cheek before swiping my tongue down his crease, over his hole, then back again, before I settle at his rim.

He pushes back against me while I use my mouth to ravish his ass, lick and taste and devour, softening him up and then pushing my tongue inside.

“Fuck…God yes. Archer, I need more.”

Does he talk to anyone else like this when they’re fucking him? Somehow, I know he doesn’t. That this electric, insatiable chemistry between us is something special, something that was destined in a way I’ve never believed in before.

I wrap an arm around his body, stroke his cock while I make a meal of his ass, stiffen my tongue as I push it farther into him, needing to be inside him as much as East seems to need it.

His hot, thick cock feels like heaven against my palm. I want my face buried in his ass, in his balls, until we’re both weak and sated, but my dick is pulsing with the need to be inside him.

“So fucking good.” I kiss his ass cheeks again. “Best hole I’ve ever had.”

“You haven’t even fucked me yet.”

“I know it regardless.”

“Don’t get why you say things like that to me.”

“Because they’re true.”

He moans, arches his back as I push two fingers into him, watch his body accept them, hear how much he needs it, this connection between us.

I twist my digits. “So pretty, the way you open up for me. The way your body needs mine.”

With my other hand, I stroke myself. Feel my body sizzling with a potent desire that only East can give me.

“Why don’t you open it up with your cock.”

I kiss him again, bite into his meaty cheeks, then pull my fingers out and push to my feet.

“Hurry.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

He trembles, and I’m not sure if it’s due to the term of endearment or something else.

I rip open the condom and roll it down my erection faster than I’ve ever done before. My hands shake as I pump lube into my palm, knowing that this, just like each step we’ve taken, changes things.

Holding the base of my cock, I push against his hole, watch it spread for me, pull me in. He’s so fucking hot and tight, this perfect sleeve made for my dick to fit inside of.

“Fuck…fill me. Needed this. Why the fuck do I need this?” he asks, voice soft and confused.

“I need it too.” I push in more, watch my dick get swallowed up by the most perfect ass I’ve ever had. As soon as I’m buried to the hilt, we moan together, settle in, my body feeling this rightness I’ve never known I needed or that I didn’t have.

“Fuck me hard. Don’t go easy on me.”

His words scramble my head, a burst of want shooting through me. I grab ahold of his hips, let my fingers dig in, pull back, and slam my hips forward again.

“Yes!” East shouts, his desire fueling me. I do it again and again and again, railing into him, filling him the way he needs. There isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t give to East, and I want to make him feel that, want him to know that his body is mine to pleasure, that no one can do it better.

Our bodies slap together, the scent of sex filling my nose, the sounds of our pleasure and heavy breathing in my ears. The couch moves with each of my thrusts. The world spins round me. The tight glove of his body molding to my dick, these two pieces of a puzzle that fit together so perfectly.

“You’re being such a good boy for me. Giving me your perfect fucking hole. Jesus, you feel so damn good.”

“More.” He pushes back against me, and I take him harder, East fucking himself on my cock. Each time my dick moves against his prostate, I feel him shiver, his ass tightening and his whole body sizzling with electricity.

“I want this to last, East, but I’m gonna come. Can you be good and come for me first?”

“Already close. I’ll be good for you. Jerk me off.”

I’ll be good.

Those three words fill me, make me feel like there’s nothing I can’t do, nothing I can’t have. I spit in my hand, wrap it around his cock, jacking him while I fuck him, piston my hips like a jackhammer, my dick in this place it’s supposed to be.

A few strokes later, a few more pumps of my hips, and his ass is tightening, East’s body tensing while he arches his back and groans out his release. Cum coats my fingers as he spurts, emptying his balls, ass so tight that my nuts draw up, my dick spasming as I fill the condom with my load.

I fuck us both through it, go slow because I know he must be sensitive. But then my dick softens and eventually slips out of him. East falls to the couch, on his back, and for the first time, I notice the towels there. He’d definitely planned ahead, and I’d been too hungry for him to realize it.

His eyes flutter, a small smile on his lips that makes one tug at my own. He looks so sated, so fucking beautiful and peaceful, dick soft, cum drying on his stomach, and all those tattoos adorning his skin.

There’s never been a person in my life I wanted more than the man beneath me right now, and I feel so damn lucky that he let me have him.