Although I hardly have time to process what’s happening before I’m in position. I stripped off my lingerie set, knowing Easton would want me naked, and I refuse to play this out any longer.
I hear his heavy footsteps heading toward the bedroom of the hotel room, the leisurely unclasping of his belt buckle, and the sliding off of his jeans.
He’s methodical. And also a tease. But I love it.
I love that he knows what I want without having to ask. But I tell him anyway, and he appreciates me for it.
“Filthy fucking girl.” His voice is distant, but I feel the depth of his tone as if he were bone deep. My head turns against the soft white sheets, finding him perched against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed.
From the outside looking in, he’s got nothing but time.
One thing, however, catches my attention.A message in a bottle. It looks slightly bigger than the ones I collect, but the same, nonetheless.
I need answers, handsome.
He twirls the bottle between the tips of his fingers like a fidget. “Found this at the Timber Heights gift shop, out of all places.” His steps lead him closer as he continues. “I see you everywhere, lost girl. Figured we could add it to your collection. It’s even got little seashells in it.”
“So, I’ve got you collecting now?” I sigh, impatiently waiting for him to place the bottle in a rightful place and come entertain me.
Well, my vagina, to be specific.
“If it has to do with you, then yes. I’ll collect every last one of them if it makes you happy. Do you trust me, Collie?”
“You know I do,” I murmur, despite being upside down.
Easton walks to stand behind me. He’s in no rush, while I feel like I could come again just by looking at him. He’s naked from head to toe. Powerful lean muscles at attention. In fact, he looks even stronger than before, if possible. Like he’s put in extra work in the gym.
That would make two of us.
His tattoos I love so much give his tan skin the most complex contrast. Makes me want to get more than just a tiny lightning bolt for myself.
I’ve learned to appreciate that kind of art.
“Good.” Without warning, his hands meet my thighs, and I’m yanked backward, putting my ass in direct line with his chest. Easton’s palm meets the top of my shoulder blades, his hand running down the length of my spine and stopping at the exact placement of my tattoo.
“Thismakesmedangerously happy.” A soft kiss covers it, and my insides melt at the kindness behind it.
“Good. I want more now.”
“We’ll go together,” he tells me, humor knotted in his gravelly voice. The palm that was just on my back finds itsrightful place on my ass, the other joining it. “But first, I get to take this ass, Collie.”
“Please.”I love it there.
I feel the tip of my dildo ghost the flesh of my thigh, making its way up my side. There’s a chill to the silicone, mixed with the heat coursing through my body. “I hoped you’d say that. So, then tell me. Has another man ever been inside you here?” My body spasms at the feel of his thumb running down the length of my crack, just lightly caressing the puckered hole.
“Yes,” I bite out on a whimper.
A tsk leaves his lips. I can feel the irritation behind it from my place on the bed. “Hmm,” his lustful voice wavers. “You’re lucky I’m secure in what we have. But sharing you here just won’t cut it for me. I need to be the last man standing. Always. Forever when it comes to you. You understand that, right, beautiful?”
If this is what Easton Voss is like when he’s all in, I’d marry the man today.
“You’re all that I want, Easton. Stop teasing me and fuck me there. I think we’ve established that I have no limits when it comes to us.”
I just need him inside me. I don’t care how or where.
“Just what I was hoping to hear. Now, hang tight.” He steps away for a moment, only to announce his place with the sound of a cap opening. One palm meets my ass cheek, opening me up to him from behind, while cold liquid glides down my hole with ease. The sensation seeps through the lips of my pussy, and I can’t contain the choked wail I let out.
“Oh my god,” I cry as what I’m assuming to be the dildo meets the lips of my pussy and slips up the wetness of my center.
