Page 66 of American Love Story

chapter eighteen

patrice

We walked into Easton’s house in silence, but the tension from the last hour had turned into something else. That conversation with his parents had made me feel exposed in ways that I had to take time to process. But when Easton wrapped one arm around my neck and slid the other one into my briefs, all thought flew out of my mind, and my life’s purpose became how fast I could get him out of all these fucking clothes.

“Ungh, I want it.” He moaned into my ear, as he wrapped his hand around my dick.

I had to take a couple of deep breaths, before I could even respond. “Baby, the sounds you make.”

He gasped again, his eyelids flickering open. His pupils were blown out and he looked starved. “Why is it that I go a little crazy when you call me baby?” he asked, sounding legitimately surprised. “I usually hate endearments or cute nicknames. But whenever that comes out of your mouth, I’m always hedging between melting into a puddle and begging you to fuck me.”

I shook my head and laughed, as puzzled as he was. I brought his mouth to mine again and let the bruising kiss be my answer.

He pulled back after a second, panting for breath, and walked me back to the couch, licking his lips as if he was trying to figure out where he was going to take the first bite from.

“Where are we going?”

He raised an eyebrow as he pushed me down. As soon as my ass hit the cushion, he went down on his knees in front of me, every ounce of his focus on me.

I wasnota romantic, but when Easton Archer looked at me like that, I felt like I could invent a whole new life. Just so I could get to have him without conflicts or guilt, without the world getting in the way of this joy.

I’d always liked sex, and took pride in being a good sexual partner, but it had never been a place of joy for me. My chest tightened at the unbridled want I saw in his eyes, the urgency of his hands tightening around my thighs as he ran them over me, like he could barely hold himself back.

I placed one hand on his cheek. I needed to touch him. Easton was vibrating, and without saying a word, dove for my cock. He took the head in his mouth, sucking it hard, just like I liked it, making my eyes roll.

When he pulled off, he nosed at my crotch with his eyes closed, complete bliss on his face. “I’m shamelessly obsessed with your cock.” He said it so matter-of-fact as he pulled on the waistband of my pants and briefs.

I laughed as I sank into the couch, throwing my head backward, already so close to losing it with Easton’s hand and tongue on me. “I’m pretty into that mouth of yours?—”

My words got cut short by the mind-melting sensation of Easton taking my cock to the hilt.

“Fuck, you can suck dick,” I said, thrusting into his mouth as he circled the base of my dick with his index and thumb and sucked me down, the pressure so good, so perfectly tight, I had to grip the back of the couch to hold off the orgasm. He worked that mouth up and down, taking me deep, and pulling off so he could tongue the slit.

I gritted my teeth, as he did his best to make me lose it. When I got myself back under control, I opened my eyes to find himlooking amused. I clicked my tongue, totally taking the bait. I knew how much he loved when I ran my mouth. “Such a whore for a compliment, even with your mouth full of cock.”

That made him double down and soon I was gasping for air. He took me down so deep, I could barely hold back from fucking hard into his mouth, but even with the controlled thrusts, I was almost coming. When he swallowed around me, I lost it. My entire body went cold and I lost myself to the fireworks going off in my head as Easton took everything I had. I opened my eyes just as he was climbing onto my lap. He looked like a fucking wet dream, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, lips cherry red and swollen.

“Did my mouth live up to its reputation?”

The fact that he sounded hoarse from taking my dick was almost enough to make me want to try CPR on it so I could move right on to fucking him.

I groaned as I grabbed the back of his neck so I could suck on that tongue. “You are truly gifted.”

He gave me that grin that usually meant he was about to say something outrageous. It was almost like he did it so I’d shove my cock or my tongue into him to shut him up. Before he got a word out, I pushed off the couch, holding him up with one hand and hiking my pants up with the other.

When I started up the spiral stairs to his room, he bit my ear and I could feel his grin when he grazed my skin. “If it wasn’t complete torture for me, I’d almost wish we would’ve run into my parents sooner, because this level of hotness can only mean you’re about to fuck me like you mean it.”

It was hard to laugh when I was trying to carry him up a windy set of stairs. “I always mean it, and are you trying to get us killed? I’m trying to go up these stairs blind.”

“Am I wrong though?”

I smacked his ass hard as we reached the landing. “You’re a brat,” I answered as I watched him skin out of all his clothes in the time it took me to get out of my sweater.

“I’d try to address it, but you seem to enjoy it,” he said, as he crawled to the center of the gigantic mattress. I took a moment to look at him, the lightness in his movements, the glint in his eyes. The way he could bounce back from anger or resentment…how being with him was making me that way, too.

By the time I was naked, he was sprawled on the bed, one hand stroking his cock and the other one pinching a nipple. I was still recovering from that blow job but seeing Easton looking like he was more than ready for me to dick him out, was making mine want to get back online, fast.

“You better take it slow; I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”