Page 34 of Of Pranks and Passion

“You need to stop punishing yourself for things you can’t control. Besides, there’s more than one way to get off, Gary. I told you, I want you in dozens of ways.”

Okay, maybe I didn’t realize what he’d meant by that at the time. In my defense, he had my erection in his hand. I couldn’t really think at that point.

“W-What ways?” I asked breathlessly. Yes, I was a panting, whimpering mess. Don’t judge me.

Easton’s rough chuckle sent a shiver up my spine, and I moaned when he ran his tongue up my neck. “You’ll see.”

His strong hands wrapped around my thighs, hoisting me off my feet. My stomach swooped at the action, and a giddy laugh bubbled up automatically. I seriously liked how strong he was.

“Can I watch you fight sometime? I think you’d look sexy.”

His grin was bemused, and he nipped at my bottom lip to distract me. “Maybe. Now stop thinking about me fighting and focus on what we’re doing.”

Okay, but with him hauling me around, how could I not think about him fighting. Did he do it shirtless, like I’d seen on tv? Because that’d be really hot.

Cold metal against my ass shocked me into paying attention. I choked on a protest, wiggling against Easton’s hold. “Wait! What about–”

“My car. My choice. Shut up, Gary.”

I got the feeling Easton worked for a long time to save up for a car this fancy. And now he was planting my bare ass on it like itwasn’t a big deal. It was totally a big deal. And I definitely should not have been as thrilled as I felt at that moment. How many people could say they had sex on top of a fancy car? And yet here I was, sad little bookworm Gary, being laid out on the hood like a feast. Oh crap, I might come stupid fast.

Easton’s hand gripped the base of my erection, squeezing just enough to bring me away from the edge. He smirked at me, like he knew just how close I was, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he dipped his head and swallowed me whole.

“Easton!”

I wasn’t huge down there, so he managed to swallow me all the way down until the tip bumped the back of his throat. I knew I needed to sit still to avoid as much damage to the car as possible, I just couldn’t. Easton sucked hard enough to make my eyes cross, and I couldn’t stop moving if I tried. I writhed and bucked, babbling incoherently until Easton covered my mouth with one of his hands, the other tweaking my nipple and sending shocks down into my balls.

If it were with anyone else, I probably would’ve come already, but this was Easton. He wasn’t letting me finish before he was ready for me to. He pulled back when I got close and clamped down on the base of my dick over and over, continually denying me my orgasm, no matter how hard I pleaded behind his hand. He didn’t care when I fisted his hair, twisting to get him closer and give me my release. He just chuckled around a mouthful of my dick, the vibrations sending me into the stratosphere only for Easton to deny me once again.

Pulling his hand away from my mouth, I begged, “Please, Easton! Please!”

A predatory smirk lit up his face just before he sucked me down hard again and finally, finally, let me come. If he hadn’t covered my mouth when he did, the entire neighborhood would’ve heard me scream. As it was, I was pretty sure everyoneinside could probably hear it. I just couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when I was shaking from the force of an orgasm so intense, I saw stars.

I went limp, only Easton’s grip on me keeping me from sliding off the hood. I knew I should say something, but everything felt heavy and my mind was fuzzy from my release.

Sluggishly, my senses came back to me. The air was cool at night, and I’d taken Easton’s hoodie off while playing air hockey with Angel. I shivered when a breeze danced over the damp skin of my dick, blinking slowly as I came to.

“Easton?”

“Hm?”

“Can you teach me to do that to you?”

The parking lot wasn’t well lit, the only light coming from the street light on the other side of the covered gate, but I saw the wicked smile on his face when he looked down at me.

“Now?”

“When I can feel my limbs again, yes.”

He chuckled low, dragging me off the hood of his car. “You don’t need your limbs, Gary. Just your mouth.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

EASTON

I wasn't goingto ask him to return the favor. That had been just for him, for telling my friends he’d rather have me as I was instead of a gussied up version of myself.

“I don’t want him to pretend to be someone else. He’s great like he is.”

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