there was nothing hidden in that kiss. He exposed himself to me. It was all passion and tenderness. It spoke of yearning and desires and hunger.
His tongue glanced mine. The rasp of his unshaven chin bit deliciously into my sensitive skin as every hard muscle along his body came in contact with mine—including the steel ridge of his cock. He ground against my equally hard length, rutting and sending bursts of pleasure coursing over my skin.
Easton might have had rules, but he seemed prepared to break them and risk his heart. For me. I wasn’t worthy of this man. Our needs were different. Our lives were different. Yet the more I thought about walking away, for the sake of Easton’s feelings, I couldn’t do it.
I rolled us so Easton was beneath me. As badly as I wanted to fuck him into the mattress, I wanted a taste of his body more.
Exploring him with my tongue and kissing along his chest and abdomen, I reveled in the sweet sounds falling from his mouth. He stroked my hair, guiding and encouraging me lower.
I chuckled at his eagerness. “I’m getting there. Don’t rush me.”
“You’re killin’ me. It feels good.”
I peeled his underwear down his legs, revealing the long thick line of his cock. He was uncut and gloriously veined and hard. “Goddamn, cowboy. Look at that thing.”
“I’m gonna add far too talkative to my list if you don’t do somethin’ about it soon.”
I took hold of him and stroked a few times, letting the skin gather around the tip and draw back when I descended. “And I’ll add eager and anxious and impatient to mine.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had someone’s mouth on my cock?”
“And whose fault is that?”
I gave another slow tug while watching the blissed-out look on Easton’s face. His smile was everything. His hips jerked, seeking more, begging without words. “Now is not the time to be an asshole, Lachlan.” He grunted, and his mouth fell open. “Shit. You want me to beg?”
“Is this what you want?” I leaned in, drawing out his swollen tip and licking the crown.
A string of mumbled, disjointed words followed.
“I didn’t understand that, but I’ll assume it meant you liked it.”
Easton guided my head back down. “Less talking, more sucking.”
I licked another circle around his tip, pumping more with my hand. Then I took his crown into my mouth and sucked while working my tongue under the hood of extra skin, finding that sweet spot of sensitive nerve endings.
Easton’s back arched. “Oh shit, that’s good. Holy god. Don’t stop.”
I hummed my pleasure and took the punishment when Easton started jacking his hips and thrusting into my mouth. He fisted the covers beneath him while his other hand remained gripped in my hair.
I worked him using years of skill and noting everything that drove him out of his mind. His breathing turned to short gasps, and his legs trembled. He was getting close. The grunts and little sounds leaving his lips fueled me on. A blissed-out Easton was my new favorite thing. I could listen to him like this all night.
I jerked him faster and sucked with a purpose until he tugged my hair, trying to get me off.
“Lachlan … I’m gonna. I can’t stop it…”
I took him down the back of my throat and swallowed, using my muscles to massage him. It was game over. He cried out and unleashed a steady stream into my mouth. I took it all, savoring his flavor and the way his body reacted to my efforts.
He was beautiful when he let go.
When his muscles released, and he went slack on the bed, I climbed his body, hovering above him while peering deep into his sated, tired eyes.
He licked his lips a few times as he stared up at me. “I can’t believe you swallowed.”
“Why? Because you think I’m too prudish to take a mouthful of cum?”
A smile touched the corner of his mouth, and I smacked his shoulder, laughing.
“You strike me as the kind of guy who would think that was gross.”
I snagged his chin and kissed him hard, trading flavors with him as I licked inside his mouth. “Maybe you should stop judging me. Maybe I loved it. You are hot as fuck when you come, cowboy.”
He grabbed two hands full of my ass and tugged me down, encouraging me to grind my hard dick against his body.
“I think it’s your turn, city. Ain’t nothin’ I like better than givin’ head.”