Billy & The Beast (Ever After, New York #3) - Eli Easton Page 0,33

what he sees, he can always turn his back.”

The look Aaron gave me was so amused, so fond, it was almost as arousing as his kiss. It made my heart go hot with hope—hope that he really could care for me.

“Come on,” I urged quietly.

I led him by the hand to the lounge chairs. They had wooden frames and were sturdy, thank God. I pushed him down into one. I knelt on either side of his legs and pushed up his T-shirt. His erection was clearly visible through the wet fabric of his trunks, and it made my insides turn to jelly.

“Bossy,” he complained, but he didn’t try to stop me.

I was being bossy, which wasn’t like me. I realized I was worried if I left this up to him, he’d walk away, and that would be that. I didn’t want him to have time to think, to change his mind.

But that wasn’t very nice, was it?

I hesitated and made myself look up into his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

His jaw clenched. He took one of my hands and put it over his erection, his eyes burning into mine. “Does it feel like I want you to stop?”

The feel of him under my palm, and the idea that he’d put my hand there, made my head swim with desire, threatening to topple me right off the lounge chair. Panting, I closed my hand as best I could around his thick girth through the fabric. He pulsed against my palm.

“Oh, God,” I muttered. I had to use my other hand to squeeze myself through my shorts to keep from going off.

His eyes darkened, and he stared at where I gripped myself. When he looked back up into my eyes, all hesitation was gone. The lust in his eyes was so overpowering it had me squeezing myself hard again. Geez, I wasn’t going to last long at this rate. How embarrassing.

He pushed at his waistband. I let go of both our erections and helped him, needing those trunks out of the way. When his cock sprang free, plump and thick and pale, it sparked such a primal hunger in me that I bent immediately and took him into my mouth, like a man dying of thirst falling upon a pool of clear water.

I’d only gone down on one guy before, a guy I dated last year. But, to be fair, we’d done it a whole lot. Like three times a day. But Jay hadn’t been as big as Aaron. It took me a moment to find my stride and not choke myself trying to swallow all of him.

Aaron didn’t seem to mind my technique, groaning and clutching my shoulder with his right hand. His skin tasted fresh from the pool, slightly chlorinated. He smelled and tasted like summer.

He grew so hard in my mouth. His thighs trembled. I knew he was close. I didn’t want him to finish though. I loved playing with his plum head too much, nursing it, worrying it gently with my teeth, drawing him in until it was nestled in the back of my throat. I was desperately hard myself, but I got such pleasure playing with him, I was in no hurry to get off.

He gently pushed me off him. “Come here,” he said, and then he manhandled me up on the lounge chair so we were side by side. He wrapped me tight and kissed me deeply. And if I’d thought I’d found the height of bliss sucking his cock, I was wrong. Being wrapped up with him and kissed passionately was even better.

His hand found my shaft and he worked me expertly. I wriggled, my eyes rolling back in my head. I began jerking him too, matching my rhythm to his, while his body half rolled on top of mine and his tongue dominated my mouth, choking my breath in a way that had me coming, coming, helpless to stop it. His warm spend splashed on my hand.

I lay against him, catching my breath and lost in a haze.

He kissed my head and murmured something that sounded very much like, “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.” As if I were the unusual one in this relationship, and not the perfectly ordinary guy who knocks on the door of the huge old house one dark and stormy night to find monster and magic.

Chapter 14

Aaron

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I’d gotten here. Or, to be more precise, how