“My strict upbringing dictates that I offer guests a drink when I invite them into my home,” I said to him as we walked in. He was visibly calmer, laughing a little.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not thirsty right now. There is something I want though,” he said. I wanted the same thing.
We practically lunged at each other. We collided and ended up pressed against the closed door. He pushed me up against the wood, connecting his body with mine. I pushed against his chest, turning us around so that he was against the door. He laughed at the reversal of our roles, but let me enjoy it. It was furious. It was desperate. This was the first time that we were truly alone. For the first time, I didn’t have to hold it in when he made me moan.
I saw the way he was watching me when I was on the dance floor. Yeah, I wanted him to look. I was putting on a show, it just ended up attracting the wrong person. As upset as I was about the potential lost business for him and Toby, I reveled in the fact that he had put a contract on the line in order to protect me. He didn’t have to do that, and I would’ve understood perfectly if he hadn’t, but he had. That urge in him woke something up inside me.
His hands roamed freely over my body. Grabbing my hand, he suddenly broke the kiss and led me out of the foyer and into the living room. He pushed me onto one of the sofas and I pulled him down, so we tumbled together. I never pictured my night ending like this. I had never imagined myself and Easy in this position again, to be honest. I was so undecided about what it was between the two of us that I had just left it alone, up in the air with no firm decision either way. Right now, there were more pressing things at hand. I’d figure it out later.
Maybe this was inevitable. Perhaps the pull between us was so great that there was no way to deny it. I slid off the sofa onto the floor. Easton looked down at me with a grin on his face.
“What are you doing down there?” He asked. Instead of saying anything, I got started on the fly of his jeans. Surprisingly, I hadn’t done this with him before. That was a shame, honestly, and I needed to fix it immediately. He lifted his hips up so I could pull his jeans and underwear all the way down to his feet. He stood quickly and kicked them off, then sat. I got a good look at him. Thankfully the previous lack of grooming of his head hair and beard hadn’t translated to the grooming of his body hair. His cock was a thing to marvel at. I held him at the root and peered up at him, bringing my lips to his tip.
His head tipped back, and he cursed loudly. I ran my tongue over his sensitive head, then sucked him inch by inch into my mouth as deep as I could take him. One of his hands went to my hair. With what he did to my body, I was glad that I had at least some power over him. He groaned, moving his hips in tune with my mouth. He thought he was having a good time? I was ecstatic.
21
Easton
She was so gorgeous, but between my legs was the best that she had ever looked. I held the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my cock. So fucking perfect. So incredibly beautiful. So fucking good at sucking cock. She looked up at me as she did it, knowing what it did to me. I couldn’t believe it had taken us this long for me to get my cock in her mouth. I was not about to make that mistake again.
“Babe,” I sighed. She pretended not to hear me. Her hot, wet mouth was going to be the end of me. I didn’t want to embarrass myself before I got a chance to sink into her hotter, wetter pussy. I pulled her up onto the couch with me so that she had to stop. Gathering her into my lap, I noticed that she was wet between her legs from sucking me off. That was the hottest thing that I had ever seen.
“Does it make you horny to do that?” I said to her. She grabbed hold of my cock and slid it into her opening.
“Don’t be too proud of yourself, it happens with everyone.” She pushed me back onto the sofa, using my chest as leverage as she ground on top of me. Her round, voluptuous breasts bounced in time with her movements. I made a grab for them, pulling her in closer so I could use my mouth instead of my hands. Close was not close enough with her. I needed to get closer. I needed to feel more of her, touch more of her, let her consume me. She whispered to me that she was going to come, and I held her even closer, fucking her through it.
All the intensity of the night went into our fucking. Tonight had been a bust but I was happy about what I did in one way since it had led us here. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I felt myself starting to come, and didn’t stop. I let it happen. Shooting up inside her, I let her take it all out of me.
We were spent, sweaty messes by the end. She must have moved first, because I was almost catatonic. We ended up lying side by side on the couch, spooning. My arm wrapped around her predictably, playing with her breasts. None of her other encounters had allowed this kind of contact which was a terrible loss, I thought. She had the kind of body that needed to be worshiped, day in day out. We lay there quietly, just enjoying each other’s company. I must’ve started to doze off because I snapped back awake when I felt her wriggle out of my grasp.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“It’s kind of late. I’m tired,” she said, sitting up and then standing. It was and I was too. It had been a long day.
“I could turn in right about now,” I said. she turned around and looked at me.
“Do you want to have a shower before you leave?” she asked. Oh, wait. She meant alone? She wasn’t inviting me to stay the night. Wait, this was the first time that I was coming to her house so maybe she wasn’t comfortable with me staying over. My mind scrambled to make the rationalization.
“Are you going to join me?” I asked her. She just shrugged coyly.
“If you’re asking for a second round, I’m absolutely beat. I’m heading up to bed. Well, I suppose I could stay with you until your car arrives.” Ouch. There was no denying what that meant. She was heading up to her bed and she was doing it alone.
I had to admit this was not the way I imagined the night playing out. I sat on the couch, hearing her walk towards what I figured was the kitchen because she shortly came back with a bottle of water for me.
“So,” I started to say. I didn’t actually have anything to say to her that I thought would be successful, I was just floundering and attempting to remedy the situation. She had found her phone and was mindlessly clicking through it. She looked up at me.
“Yes?” she asked. Nothing. What else was there to say at this point? I had tried to gauge where she was and, there you go, we were not in the same place. Well, this was awkward.
I took her up on that
shower because it meant we wouldn’t be in the same room anymore. I didn’t take my time in there, because I had heard her downstairs loud and clear. She wanted to sleep off the cocktails that she had tonight, and she didn’t want to do it with me.
“Okay, I guess I will see you when I see you,” I said to her when I was back downstairs, dressed, ready to go. She had draped herself in a silky nightgown. She came up and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, at least maybe she intended to be sweet, but it didn't come off that way. It felt like the kind of kiss that you gave your nephew or your new puppy. I was better off without it.
“See you soon,” she said. Without hearing it from her, I knew that when she said it, she did not mean that she was gonna see me soon in her home again. Once we were both on neutral ground, that was when they were going to see each other again. I had had the privilege of coming into her home for exactly one night and now I was gone. She didn’t want me back.
I sat in the back of the cab, staring out of the window. This wasn’t an experience I had had before, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. That feeling of being so certain of something, but ending up wrong wasn’t sitting right with me. We were getting closer together, that was an indisputable fact. Her actions weren’t making sense. One minute she was sucking my cock and the next she was kicking me out of bed. We weren’t fighting anymore, well, I wasn’t fighting her anymore was more accurate. I was open to the experience and she wasn’t.