Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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.