CHASE
We lazily make out for what feels like hours, reacquainting ourselves with each little inch of skin with our fingers. There’s all the time in the world; it’s just him and me here, after all. Easton grows impatient, rocking his hips in earnest and mewling like a kitten.
Chuckling, I mumble against his lips, “What is it, sweetheart? Need something?”
He growls, imposing all the fear of a baby bunny rabbit. “You fucking suck.” It comes out as more of a whine than anything. I struggle to swallow the laugh bubbling in my throat. He makes me so goddamn happy, it’s about to explode out of me. It’s abnormal, really, to feel this much for one person.
When desire pushes him into grouchiness, I’m sure I’ll die with this same smile etched onto my face for eternity. “Please.” It’s nothing more than a barely-there whine, but it hits me in the chest either way.
Grumpy and well-mannered is my favorite combination.
“Please, what?” I roll on top of him, trailing kisses along his jaw.
Easton’s long fingers dig into my shoulders as he wiggles. “You’re the worst,” he gasps when I find the sensitive spot on his neck.
So perfectly reactive.
I may be the worst, but I know how to tease what I want out of him. By the time I make it down his bare chest to lick the crease of his groin, I’ve got him well on the way to unraveling. He’s panting, squirming, and less than sixty seconds from cussing me the fuck out.
Beautiful.
“Put your dick in me already. Fucking please.”
Easton is flushed from his navel to his cheeks, and I’m in no rush to put him out of his misery. The restraint is teasing me as much as it is him, but the thought of taking him apart slowly is an offer I can’t refuse.
When he’s sick of my shit, he tosses a bottle of lube from the nightstand directly at my head. I dodge it with a laugh. “What’s the matter, baby?”
His pretty blue eyes are pure fire. “If you don’t start prepping me for your cock, I’m gonna do it myself and make sure you watch but not touch.”
I love him most when he’s unafraid to bite back; it shows he isn’t scared of me. “Cruel,” I note. “I can get behind that.”
Because I’m also at the edge of my control, prepping him is a thorough but quick affair that has him spewing cuss words and broken words of cries in equal measure. With great effort, he pulls himself up on his elbows to look at me through pale eyelashes. “At the hospital, nothing.”
Well, that was almost a full sentence. “Care to elaborate there, Chaos?” I ask, searching for the bottle that disappeared somewhere in the sheets.
He takes a deep breath, reorienting himself with reality. “They tested me at the hospital. I didn’t have anything.”
Oh.Oh. “Are you saying you want to skip condoms?”
Relieved, he collapses into the pillow. “Yeah, that. Fucking finally.”
“It’s just you and me here,” I echo, engrossed in the idea. Nothing in-between us. Christ. Easton practically glows in the dim light, like the source is somewhere inside of him rather than the insufficient moon. “You sure about this?”
It’s a big deal, made even more so by the history looming over our heads that I’m trying really hard not to think about. Easton bites his lip and nods, blond hair gleaming. “I am, but you don’t have to be. I won’t be upset if you’re uncomfortable about it, we can keep everything the same—no worries.”
It’s hard not to laugh at the absurdity. “Sweetheart, the last thing you should be worried about is me not wanting to fuck you bare. I’m just trying to ensure that you’re thinking straight and not feeling like this is something you have to do.”
Here I am, knees planted firmly on the mattress, no less than a thousand feet away from him in this moment, scared to get him too touch-drunk to make a sound decision. Easton scrambles up and crawls my way. “I don’t have to do anything with you, that’s why I want to.” His hand cradles my face, the seriousness in his features making my chest ache. “You’re gonna believe me one of these days, my love. Every single thing about you is different. I look into your eyes and have never felt safer. That means something, doesn’t it?”
“A whole fucking lot,” I rasp. Enough reassurance, and certainly enough talking. I need him so badly that it might kill me. “Hold your legs,” I instruct after he practically falls backwards with one last heated kiss, just as over waiting as I am. “I wanna see this.”
Finally, I find the fucking bottle, slick myself up and press against his entrance. One firm push that draws a delicious gasp from Easton, and I’m inside him. Perfect, velvety heat surroundsmy cock, making my head go fuzzy. There’s no tearing my gaze away from the place we’re joined. Fuck, it’s been a long time. When my hips meet his ass, my lungs scream in need of oxygen, but I resist in favor of falling into the ocean blue eyes that look a lot like home. “You still with me, Chaos?”
He blinks heavily, as dazed as I feel. “I’m good. So good. So, so good.”
After a few deep thrusts to make sure he’s adjusted, the last remaining shred of my self-control snaps. His fingers dig into my shoulder blades as his legs lock around my ass, making damn sure I don’t get any ideas about gaining decency any time soon.
Not a fucking chance.
