He hesitates, his jaw tense, and I know what his next question will be even before he says it. “Have you ever—”
I nod again, more quickly this time. Yes, I’ve had sex before. It wasn’t very good, but it happened.
“Are you really—”
I interrupt him by sliding both hands around his shoulders and pressing my mouth against his.
“Stop talking,” I whisper, and he moans in a way that sends jolts of electricity through me, while at the same time making my body tingle with happiness.
He pulls me toward him and the kiss changes, getting deeper and hungrier. Somehow I end up with my back on the mattress again. Easton is next to me, not on top of me, and I move my hips impatiently because this isn’t what I want. I want to feel him on me, inside me.
God, I want it so badly.
His hands move agonizingly slowly over my body, my hips, waist, and breasts, and I writhe under his touch. His breath brushes hotly against my skin as he lifts his mouth from mine and his lips travel down my neck, lower and lower until his tongue finds my nipple and he sucks on me.Oh God.Heat builds in my lower abdomen, and my muscles contract.
And then his fingers are finally where I want them, stroking me through my underwear, which is now alarmingly wet. I can’t breathe... I can’t... breathe... in the best way possible as he pushes the thin fabric aside and touches me. A whimper escapes me, a sound I’ve never heard from myself before, which he inhales as he kisses me again. I feel him quake beneath my hands, just as I do beneath his fingers, because he’s found exactly the right spot. Everything is spinning, and it’s both too much and not enough.
I cling to him, gasping into his mouth, pressing myself against his fingers, begging him not to stop. He doesn’t. He keeps going, and when he slides first one finger and then a second inside me, I completely dissolve. I see stars. I glow, I disintegrate, I die while he continues to caress me, thrusting his fingers inside me. I am nothing but throbbing and longing and wishing for more.
My legs tremble and the muscles in my abdomen contract with desire.More, more, more.
I kiss him, tongue, teeth, heat, and wanting. My hips tilt and he lowers himself over me. I press myself against his erection, more throbbing and then burning heat inside me as the orgasm washes over me like a wave.
He swallows my cry, and then we lie there, breathing heavily and trembling all over, his forehead leaning against mine, our lips almost touching.
“That was...” I begin, but fall silent because I have no words for what he’s done to me.
“Yes,” he says. The tip of his nose brushes mine, and I love it so much. I stretch until our mouths meet again because I can’t get enough of him. Of this. Of us. I want more, need more. More of him inside me, on top of me, everything about him and everything about me—everything about us.
I put a hand on his shoulder and push him back. His eyes flicker, and then a smile flits across his face as I nudge him down until he’s the one on the bottom. I stand up because I’m still wearing my underpants. Easton’s gaze follows my every move, watching me as I slip off the last bit of fabric that was covering me and stand completely naked in front of him. He swallows.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and I have to smile because he sounds so admiring. I’ve never felt so beautiful.
“Do you have—” I don’t even have to finish the question. He’s already nodding and stands up and goes over to one of the dressers. He opens a drawer and returns with a little plastic package in his hand. He hesitates for a second and then pulls down his boxers.
I gaze at him, letting my eyes glide over his body just like he did with mine, and it feels so completely right.
“Come here,” he whispers, and we move toward each other. His hands caress the back of my neck, his fingers in my hair. I stroke his back and move lower, sliding to the front. Easton groans as I wrap my hand around him. I smile at him and take the condom from his hand.
Chapter 34
Easton
Friends—Chase Atlantic
Rayne’s eyes are dark with desire as she slips the condom onto me. She meets my gaze, and I drown in her eyes. I can’t think. My blood is boiling and I’ve never been this hot before. All I can feel is her hand on my cock, her touch firm and confident.
I moan as she slides her hand down. Then she smiles, and I almost lose control. I almost lost it once already when she started making those soft noises and pressing herself against my hand. Now she stands on tiptoes and wraps both arms around the back of my neck, leaning into me.
Her naked body against mine is almost too much. Everything about her is so perfect, in her own way. My breath comes in heavy gasps, and I lean my forehead against hers, fighting for self-control, our mouths almost touching.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, a plea in her voice.
So I kiss her, deep and hot. I’m so hard now that it hurts. I forget that I wanted to be careful, to take my time, because I want itto be right for her. I can’t think anymore, and she’s the reason why. Rayne in my arms, her taste in my mouth, her skin against mine.
I lift her up and she wraps her long, slender legs around me, legs that have been driving me crazy for weeks. Everything about her drives me crazy. There’s a rushing sound in my ears and my cock twitches and begs for more. With her in my arms, I walk back to the bed. I find my way without looking, let her sink onto the mattress, and then sit up so I can look at her.
Her purple hair spreads out like a fan around her head, and she looks up at me. My mouth goes dry. She’s so beautiful.
