Chapter Twenty-Two

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Archer

“I hope my mom didn’t bother you,” I tell East as I drive us back to his place. I don’t think she did. I tried to give them their privacy and respect that East doesn’t need me to coddle him, but I couldn’t help peeking over at them. They’d been in a serious conversation, and he’d wiped his eyes, but then he’d hugged her. It had been quick, but seeing it damn near lit my soul on fire.

“She didn’t. She’s…great. She shared a really cool story about my mom. Daphne saw her at the ice cream parlor with Morgan and Rhett. She was pregnant with me, and she talked to your mom about my name. It…hell, Arch. It made me feel close to her—both your mom and mine.”

I swear it’s like my heart explodes hearing that. Everything with East hits differently that way. “She never told me that. I’m glad they had that moment, glad she shared it with you.”

“Because of you,” he replies, turning to look at me as I pull down his driveway. “I can’t… I don’t… Everything is different because of you. I keep waiting for something to go wrong.”

I park the car and turn it off quickly. “Hey, no. Nothing’s going to go wrong. You got me, East. You didn’t try, but you got me hooked, and that’s never gonna change. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together. I can’t fix the world for you, but I can promise you’ll never have to face anything alone anymore.”

This time, it’s East reaching for me, his hands holding my face as he pulls me closer, our lips connecting with a spark. He leads the way, his tongue exploring my mouth, feeding me needy little sounds. The press of his lips, the sweep of his tongue, tells me East isn’t ready to use words yet. I feel it in the way he holds me, the way he devours me, that this is more than just physical want. He doesn’t need words to tell me what I feel to the marrow of my bones—that Easton Swift loves me too. And hopefully, he’s on the way to loving himself.

He presses his forehead to mine, our lips a breath apart. “I need you real bad.”

“I need you too. I’m always going to need you.”

He brushes the tips of his fingers down the side of my face, making me shiver. “When you say things, I believe you. I’ve never trusted anyone until you. Not since Ella.”

“Jesus, I love you.” I see the flash of surprise in his gaze before I smash our mouths together, tasting him as thoroughly as he’d just done with me. My dick is already like a steel pole between my legs, so damn hard and achy for him. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”

He trembles. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

“I want you to go upstairs and get yourself ready for me. I’ll let Pretty Girl and Casanova out, and then I’ll come up.” After the day we’ve had, I want to give him time to get cleaned up before I fuck him so hard, we become one.

“Okay. Let’s go.” He rushes out of the car like the damn thing is on fire. I can’t help laughing as I run after him, enjoying his moment of carefree joy. I want to find ways to give him more moments like this.

The dogs immediately begin jumping on him, loving him and missing him the way East hasn’t allowed any person to love him in a long time…until me. “I love you both, but I gotta go. Arch will take care of you.”

That simple statement hits me right in the heart.

“Come on, guys,” I call them over as East heads upstairs. They give me a few minutes of love too before I lure them outside, and then they take off to do their business.

My body’s jittery with an anxious electricity that only being inside East can tame. Still, I don’t rush the dogs, giving them time to stretch their legs and for East to do his thing.

When they come back inside, I take off my shoes, wash my hands, then head upstairs.

East is lying on his back. He’s hard and stroking himself, his head turned slightly so he’s facing me, lips parted. My breath catches, seeing him this way, laid out, all that tattooed skin on display, and waiting for me.

“I didn’t think you’d ever come.”

“I’ll always come for you.” I tug my shirt off and drop it to the floor, walk toward him while I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then remove those and my underwear. I’m only at half-mast now, having gone soft while I was downstairs, but seeing East is bringing me to life again.

I wrap my hand around myself and give a gentle stroke. When I get to the bed, East’s hand shoots out and stops me before I can climb on. “Don’t move.”

He leans over to the side of the mattress and wraps his warm, wet mouth around my cock. “Fuck, sweetheart.” My eyes roll back, and I drop my hand to his head, holding him and guiding him while East sucks me.

It doesn’t take long for what feels like all the blood in my body to rush to my cock, making it swell and harden and pulse with want for him.

“That’s it. So fucking good for me. You’re mine, East. I’m never letting you go.”

He sucks me down hungrily, like my words spur him on, making him want to show me that he’s mine, and that I’m his too. He pulls off to bury his face in my nuts, inhaling and licking, sucking them like his damn life depends on it before swallowing around my cock again. I thrust my hips, fuck into him slow and deep, gaze never leaving East as he gives himself to me.

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. I want my load in your ass. Want to push my fingers inside after I fuck you and keep my cum there.”

He pulls off with a needy groan. “Jesus, hurry up and fuck me.”

“I’m getting there. Turn over. Let me eat that pretty ass of yours first.”

East gets on his hands and knees. The lube is already on the nightstand for later. I climb on behind him and spread his cheeks. “Good boy,” I tell him and watch his body move as the shudder races through him. “Look at you all eager to give me this hole.” I circle it with my finger. “It’s mine now, East. Just like the rest of you.”

“God yes.” His hole tightens and loosens again.

Need shoots lightning down my spine, and I can’t hold back anymore from leaning over and flicking my tongue over his rim. East pushes back against my face like he’s dying for it, my tongue lashing at him, swipe after swipe. I want to devour him, push my tongue inside him and fuck him with it. Make his ass feel as owned by me as I feel owned by East.

Breathy sounds fall from his lips as I eat him, softening him and pushing at him until I can work my tongue partway inside. I wish I could spend the rest of the night right here, face in his ass and showing him with my mouth how much I need him.

But it’s not enough. I’m not sure if it will ever be enough.

“Fuck, you taste good.” I run my teeth over the curve of his ass cheek, nibbling and kissing it, then licking up and down his crease before landing at his hole again.

“Christ. I can’t…don’t want you to stop, but I need you inside me. Please, Archer. I want you. Want it all.”

His words electrify me. Pulling back, I grab the bottle of lube and slick my fingers.

“You need this?” I tease his rim.

“You know I do.”

“Not as much as me.” I push inside, feel all that tight heat around me, fucking him with one finger, then two. East pushes back against me, like he’s trying to take more of me inside, all of me, like I’m an extension of him and he’s not complete unless I’m inside him. “You like my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes. Give me another.”

I push a third inside, watching his body stretch to accommodate me, see his pink rim open up for me just right. I twist my fingers, stretching him, cock pulsing with the need to be inside him.

When East lets out a rushed, “Fuck me. I need your dick inside me,” I nearly shout with the need to possess him.

“Turn over. I want to look in your eyes while I take you.”

East does as he’s told while I pump more lube onto my cock. I lift his legs over my shoulders, his blue gaze intense on mine as I push inside.

“That’s it. Look at you taking my cock so well. I belong inside you, don’t I?”

“Yesss…makes me feel like I belong to you…want that. Want to belong.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You do.” I keep feeding my cock into him until my groin touches his ass, until I’m filling him as deep as I can go. “Not just here, though…everywhere, all the time.”

Leaning down, I press my lips to his before pulling back, then fuck into him hard and fast again.

“Just like that,” he tells me. I continue fucking into him, taking him, showing him he’s mine. His ass is so damn tight, like it was made for my cock. My name falls from his lips when I pump into him, his dick hard and leaking against his belly.

I take him fast, then slow, just loving the feel of his body wrapped around mine, of his ass squeezing my cock. He moves with me, hands running up and down my torso, watching me so damn steadily in this way that makes me feel like the most important person in the world. If East can look at me this way? That has to mean something.

“I want to ride you,” he says, making my dick twitch inside him to the point where I almost shoot right then. “Want to ride you until you fill me up. Need your cum inside me, then your fingers.”

“God yes.” I pull out, which about kills me, my dick protesting the loss of East’s body. As soon as I’m on my back, he’s straddling me, lowering his ass onto my cock and making me moan and arch toward him. “That’s it. Good boy. Take my cock deep into your ass.”

With his hands on my pecs, East fucks himself on me, digging his nails into my skin as he takes his pleasure from my dick. His face is filled with so many emotions—pleasure, wonder, confusion, love. I hold his waist, let him take what he needs from me as I fight the pressure building inside me to let loose and come.

“Why do you feel so good?” He drops his head back, the long column of his throat on display.

“Because it’s right, East. We’re right.”

His gaze snaps to mine, body movements sharper, needier. I fuck up and into him, the two of us meeting right at the point of ecstasy. Before I can even wrap my hand around his cock, East’s ass is tightening, his hole spasming, while his cock jerks and he shoots cum all over his stomach and mine.

It’s enough to send me into a tailspin too, balls rising, an explosion of color dancing in my vision as I lose my battle and spurt my cum inside him.

The second we’re both done, I roll him off me, push his legs up, and lash my tongue over his puffy rim, taking some of the cum that’s spilled from him onto my tongue. Leaning over, I kiss him with my load, then push two fingers into his body, tongue in his mouth while I alternate between fingering him slowly and just letting my digits sit inside him.

When I try to roll off him, he says, “Don’t take them out yet.”

I kiss his cheek, his temple, help maneuver him so he faces me, both of us on our sides, one of his legs hooked over my hip, my fingers buried in his ass. “I’m not. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes drift closed, a soft smile on his lips.