His fingers continue to thrust into me hard and fast and I’m whimpering as my body shakes from my orgasm. I’m trying to regain my balance, he’s knocked me off kilter. “Gorgeous, baby, absolutely gorgeous,” he tells me and my heart warms at his words.
He makes me feel wanted, beautiful, and fulfilled. Something I’ve never felt before.
He moves so that he’s on top of me, his cock thick and rigid against my stomach. I swallow hard as I think about what happened last night. The pain was awful but it soon ebbed away and was replaced by a pleasure I couldn’t describe.
He slides his cock into me, stretching me until I’m full of just him.
“God, so damn tight,” he grunts, thrusting hard and fast, I can’t breathe. “You’re mine, Rebecca,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice sends shivers down my spine.
“Easton.” I gasp as he plunges deep inside of me. He picks up his pace, fucking me hard and fast. I’m gasping as my pleasure starts to rise once again. “Please,” I cry, wanting more, needing to hit that height.
He pounds into me like a man possessed, I’m barely holding on, I’m gasping for breath, I’m shaking, and I can’t keep my eyes open. When he twists his hips and hits me deeper, I’m unable to control it, it tumbles into me and I cry out his name.
“God, fucking damn it,” he groans. His cock pistons into me. “I’m going to fill you again and again,” he growls, his lips capturing mine as he kisses the breath from me.
I know that we’re playing with fire, him cumming inside of me while we’re not wearing contraception is risky and could end up with me pregnant.
“Fuck,” he grits out. His cock swells and he grunts low in his throat. He cums deep inside of me, releasing a long groan. He collapses onto his back on the bed, and holds me close, keeping me in his arms. I’m falling for him.
God, who’d have thought that you could fall for someone you’ve only known for mere hours, but I know that I am.
“Go shower, babe,” he tells me as he gets to his feet, his voice thick and gravelly. “I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you. Once you’re done, I’ll have breakfast ready for you.” He presses a chaste kiss against my lips.
I smile up at him, yet again wondering how I have ended up here. I’m shocked and yet totally amazed by how sweet this guy is. He’s treating me as though I’m a princess and it’s something that I can definitely get used to.
* * *
We sit at the kitchen island, both of us curled up together as we eat breakfast. I’m enthralled as he talks about his family and how much he adores them. Especially his three-year-old nephew. I love that he’s so close to his family, just as I am to mine. They’ve been my biggest supporters and have always pushed me to do what I love the most. Whether that meant going to college or not.
“What’s your plan for the future?” he asks me as he runs his fingers along my spine.
I shiver in delight, God, even just sitting here with him, my heart is racing and the butterflies are swarming in my stomach. “I’m hoping that I’ll get a better job than working as a barista,” I say with a laugh. “I’m working on something better.”
He presses a kiss against my shoulder. “Give it time, babe, you’ll find your dream job, just as I have.”
“Yep,” I reply confidently, knowing that I have to get through just a few more semesters, and I’m finished and can do what I’ve always wanted to do and go into business with my dad—something I know that my dad’s excited about, my sister, Hazel hasn’t taken any interest in the business, but I have and getting my business degree will definitely help. “What’s meant to be, will be.”
His chuckle is deep and gritty, heat pools between my thighs. Damn, he can make me wet by just laughing. I’m totally screwed. “Ever thought about philosophy?”
I smile with a shake of my head. I love how easy it is between us. We only met yesterday but it feels so natural and it’s as though I’ve known him for years. “Have you always wanted to be a teacher?” I ask him. He’s told me that he’s been teaching for the past few years.
“My grandparents left all three of us some money when they passed. I used it to put me through college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be, but being a college professor always stuck out at me.”
My blood runs cold at his words. There’s no fucking way. “College professor?” I echo, hoping that my mind is running wild and that he’s not a professor at my university. After all, we're in one of the biggest cities in the US. There’s at least one other college around, not to mention his family lives here, he could be home for Halloween.
“Yeah, I’m a professor of philosophy at Clamount University.” A furrow appears between his brows as he looks at me. “Rebecca, why do you look as though you’re about to pass out?”
“I’m studying business at Clamount,” I tell him as nausea crawls up my throat.
It takes a second for my words to penetrate, the moment he realizes what I’m saying his eyes narrow and his jaw tightens. “Fuck,” he snarls.
Fuck is right. This is a clusterfuck if there ever was one.
“What are we going to do?” I whisper, trying my hardest to block out the pain that’s bursting in my chest right now.
He dislodges me from his lap and gets to his feet. It’s yet another stab to the heart. Instead of reassuring me that things are going to be okay, he’s pushed me away.
“Easton?” I question hesitantly.