“Oh, God, Easton. This is…”
I gasp and cry out as his fingers blur over my clit. With one pinch, he has me twisting in his arms, but he won’t let me escape the onslaught of sensations as my orgasm claws at me and rips me apart from the inside out. I thrash and scream as Easton continues to fuck me through it.
“Look at us, Stella,” he demands, his voice gravelly and desperate. “Look how your pussy stretches and takes my big cock like a good girl. You’re fucking incredible. Fuck!”
I open my eyes as my orgasm fades and see him sink into me again and again. It’s dirty and hot as hell. His movements become jerky and I feel his dick swell up, growing impossibly larger. He’s throbbing and thrusting and working me up into another orgasm, both of us sweating and shaking.
Then he pulls himself out and strokes himself once before spraying his cum all over my tits and stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stella,” he groans. “Mine, fucking mine.”
The next second, Easton is kneeling in between my legs, licking my swollen pussy as he rubs his cum into my skin. The feeling of his hot seed cooling against my skin, his tongue dipping into my entrance, his teeth scraping against my clit, has me bowing my back off the bed and climaxing so hard I can’t breathe.
Barely giving me any time to recover, Easton flips me on my stomach and plunges his already hard cock inside of me. Cum coats my thighs as my cunt snaps around his huge dick. He pounds into me mercilessly, making obscene noises as he fucks me into yet another blinding orgasm, sobbing my release. This time, I take him with me over the edge. I feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, rope after rope until he is spent.
I must have passed out there for a second because when I open my eyes, Easton has me wrapped up in his arms and he's pressing soft kisses over my face and neck.
“Are you okay?” He sounds panicked, almost.
“What?” I ask in total confusion. “Easton, that…I don’t even know how to describe it. I didn’t know I could feel so incredible.”
His hands come up to cradle my face as he searches my eyes for truth. When he's satisfied with what he sees, Easton closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, breathing in deeply.
“Stella. My perfect Stella,” he whispers more to himself than to me. “I can’t believe you’re real.”
Easton strokes my hair and continues whispering sweet things to me until my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me wash you up.”
Easton starts to untangle himself from me, but I tighten my hold on him. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“I made you all dirty,” he points out. “You gotta let me clean you so I can make you all filthy again.”
I grin at him and loosen my hold. Easton bends down and scoops me up in his arms, kissing me the whole way to the bathroom where he runs a bath for us. He sets me down in the water so gently before climbing in behind me and washing every part of me with such care.
We dry off and he carries me back to bed so we can enjoy the afterglow.
The air is still warm and tangled with the scent of us. My head rests on Easton’s chest, and as I watch him, the fierce, unyielding man who just claimed me looks… different. In the soft shadows of the morning, the harsh lines of his cheek bones and the authority he radiates seem to soften, exposing a flicker of vulnerability I’m not sure he ever lets anyone else see.
My fingers, usually so busy clicking keys, analyzing data, and tearing apart encrypted files, move on their own. They feel almost clumsy, incredibly gentle as I reach up. I trace the path ofthe jagged, white scar cutting across his eyebrow and down his cheek. It’s a map of a war he fought before I ever knew his name.
I lean up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his closed eyelid, right over the mark. It’s my way of saying thank you. Of honoring every battle, every scar, and every drop of blood he’s shed to become the man holding me right now.
He goes perfectly still under my touch, then lets out a long, shuddering breath. When he speaks, his voice is rough, stripped of its usual armor.
"I got that when I was a kid, really," he admits, his eyes finding mine again. "Early days. I trusted the wrong person, and they sold me out to a local gang for a payout. It was a lesson, Stella. A brutal one."
I don’t say anything, I simply stroke his beard and chest while he digs up his painful past to share with me.
“I felt weak and helpless,” he says softly, looking at me briefly. I nod in understanding. “Not just on the streets trying to hustle, but at home as well. My mom had a string of loser boyfriends who drank and got violent with her. As a kid, I couldn’t do anything, and every time I tried, I only made it worse for her. I was surrounded by so much pain, poverty, abuse, and oppression in the shitty trailer park I grew up in, as well as the under-funded public school I eventually dropped out of. But I had no way to help.”
Easton closes his eyes for a moment. His brow furrows as he remembers the paralysis of staring into the uncaring void of a broken system. I sit with him in silence, both of us reflecting on the moment we decided to break the cycle.
“I hit a growth spurt in ninth grade and started using my strength to protect those I could. I was too late to save my mom, though. By then, she was spending all of her money and time at a drug den, shooting up heroin to forget her life choices. I can punch an abusive boyfriend in the jaw, but I can’t fight heraddiction for her.” He sighs heavily before adding, “She died before I turned eighteen.”
Easton turns his intense gaze toward me and pulls me tight, his grip bordering on desperate. "That’s why I’m like this. Why I need to lock everything down, why I need to know where you are every second of the day. I made a vow then. To myself, to the world… As long as I have breath in my lungs, I will fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. I will create the safe space I never had growing up."
Hearing the ache of a boy who just wanted to keep people safe shatters my heart, leaving me terrifyingly exposed. I don’t just want to be with him; I want to be his. I realize then, with terrifying, beautiful clarity, that I’ve fallen irrevocably in love with Easton. I’m completely and utterly lost to him.
