Page 20 of Of Pranks and Passion

Easton pulled his mouth off, and his hand wrapped around the base of my dick, staving off an orgasm that was hovering just on the other side. I sucked in a few breaths, grateful for the distraction, and when he added a third finger, I welcomed the burn. If it kept me from coming too early, I’d take it.

The fingers inside me still felt weird, but it wasn’t that bad. But then Easton crooked his fingers, rubbing over a spot that made me see stars, and my opinion changed really quick. Good. So good. Oh, god, I was going to come.

“E-Easton!”

He squeezed the base of my dick again, stopping me from coming. My body shook with the effort of holding back, and tears spilled from my eyes. The need for release was so powerful, it hurt, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

When Easton’s fingers left me, I whimpered in protest. Easton’s chuckle brushed along my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine when he whispered, “Ready for me, Gary?”

This man was going to be the death of me. It was guaranteed. I was going to expire early from sexual overload. If he could just wait until I’d experienced sex for real first, I’d appreciate it.

The head of his condom covered dick nudged against my hole, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My eyes dropped, watching in fascination as he pushed my knees to my chest and slid the head of his dick inside me.

Even three fingers didn’t prepare me for this. It burned and stretched, and when he brushed against that spot again, all thefight I had to keep my orgasm at bay fled. I exploded with a scream, my vision whiting out as relief and pleasure flooded my system.

CHAPTER TWELVE

GARY

I heardEaston growl and curse under his breath, and I slapped my hands over my face, too embarrassed to face him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–”

“Gary. Gary! Relax!”

Nope. Not possible. I didn’t even last until he was fully inside me. I could just die from embarrassment right now. Maybe Easton would be kind enough to put me out of my misery. I figured he knew how. He knew how to fight. One punch would probably do it.

I kept waiting for him to leave, since I obviously was terrible in bed. But Easton didn’t move. Instead, he freaking bit me.

I yelped, yanking my arm away from his mouth. “What was that for?”

He grinned, completely unrepentant. “It distracted you, didn’t it?”

True. I’d been on the verge of panicking for a moment. But still. “That hurt,” I complained.

He hummed, but didn’t seem to care either way. I rubbed at the sting, frowning at him. I was still embarrassed, and I wantedto crawl into a hole, but I got the feeling that if I buried my face under my pillow, he’d bite me again.

“Gary.” His voice was calm but firm, demanding my attention. “Stop freaking out. If you’ve got a reason to be embarrassed, then so do I.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that. Not until he pulled out. My mouth fell open. When did he–

He rolled his eyes when he noticed me staring. “You came on my cockhead, Gary. It was hot. And that was after watching you writhing around on my fingers. If I’m not embarrassed about it, you shouldn’t be either.”

Well, okay then… He was right, it was less embarrassing now that I wasn’t alone. I watched as he leaned over the edge, tossing the condom into the trash by my desk. I’d have to take that out right away or Carter was sure to notice.

“So… What now?”

I was uncomfortable being naked if we weren’t doing anything, especially when my release was drying on my skin. The flush on my cheeks worked its way down my neck and into my chest, and the awkwardness that was always around me settled heavily over me like a blanket.

“Depends. How’s your refractory period?”

My stomach swooped, and I jerked my gaze to his. He wanted to go again? Even after I embarrassed myself?

One look at his heated smirk said it all. Easton wasn’t embarrassed about what happened. He wanted more.

My dick twitched and started to swell, which made Easton’s grin grow.

“That answers that question.”

“Shut up,” I whimpered, hiding my face behind my hands again. I’d never had sex before. It shouldn’t be held against me that I was eager. Maybe this time, I’d last longer.

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