Page 114 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Feeling braver, I push his hand out of the way and wrap my fingers around his shaft. Then I lean in again, sucking deeper and deeper with each bob of my head.
“There are no words to describe how fucking beautiful you look right now.” Looking up, I find an expression of strain on Easton’s face as he stares down at me. “Move yourhand up and down, beautiful. Jerk me off while you suck my cock.”
I do as he says, slowly pumping my fist in time with the bobs of my head.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Easton drops his weight against the dresser, his face tilting up toward the ceiling.
I must be doing something right if the red flush on his skin and the strain of his muscles is any indication.
I continue experimenting, sucking deeper until I’m taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His grip on my hair tightens and his pelvis begins to rock, like his body has suddenly got a mind of its own.
He’s groaning my name now, controlling my head with his fingers in my hair. His hooded eyes flutter down to where I’m kneeled on the faded rug before him. “Is it too much, Alba? Am I being too rough?”
Mouth full of his manhood, I shake my head in response. My eyes water, my knees burn, but there’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when Easton is looking at me like I’ve got his whole world in the palm of my hand.
Or at the back of my throat, if we’re being technical.
My arousal runs down the insides of my thighs, and I clench my aching core. I want him inside me. I want to be full of him. The need is driving me insane.
I grip his ass in my hands, urging him to fuck my face harder. He makes a needy, desperate sound, right as he urgently yanks his erection from my mouth.
“I’m going to come, Alba,” he warns me.
“Let me taste…” I respond in a tone that sounds equally needy and desperate.
I put my mouth back on him, sucking and licking until the first warm rope of his release spurts onto my tongue. I groan, my mouth vibrating around his manhood.
“Alba…” he all but whimpers, his knees faltering.
The crack in his voice only emboldens me. I hold his hips in place as he climaxes. I let him fill my mouth, even as I’m struggling to breathe and to swallow. I don’t let up until his juices are dribbling down my chin.
I’m humping the air and he’s moaning my name and the whole thing is a chaotic, erratic mess. I don’t stop until Easton is scooping me off the floor and wobbling toward the bed.
He collapses onto the mattress and tangles me up in his arms. “Holy…fucking…shit,” he pants. “What the…fuck was…that…Alba?”
“It was heaven…” I murmur in response. “That’s the only explanation.”
My queen-sized mattress somehow feels too small for the both of us. Or that’s the excuse I tell myself as I crawl onto his chest and drape my body over his. Easton doesn’t complain, though. He just props himself up against the wooden headboard and wraps his large biceps around me.
“Did you enjoy it?” I dare to ask him, looking up into his darkened blue eyes.
“Enjoy it…?” He yanks my leg up around his waist and I become aware of just how sticky I am, everywhere. “You blew my fucking mind, Tiny Tiger.”
I bury my face against his chest, feeling unreasonably proud of myself.
Easton’s heart is beating like a hammer and so is mine. Our sweat-slicked bodies stick together, but I don’t even care. Because I crave this closeness, this intimacy, this man.
My stomach flips when Easton takes my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. “Fuck it. I just have to put it all out there.”
The seriousness in his tone instantly worries me. Chinpropped against his chest, I look up into his face and wait for what he’ll say.
But when the words leave his lips, I realize that I wasn’t ready to hear them at all.
“I’m in love with you, Alba,” he whispers on a tremoring breath, “and I know that our situation isn’t conventional, but I don’t fucking care. I want to be with you.”
I’m stunned. Speechless.
Easton just said he loves me.
