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“Easton,” I panted, my body bowing toward him as he thrust his fingers back inside me. I felt like I was flying and unraveling at the same time.

“I fucking love it.” He forced another finger inside, and I thrashed against him, my body trying to stretch the way he wanted me to. Easton ripped my underwear off like it hadoffended him, throwing them somewhere behind him before he caught my thigh and lifted it over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he buried his face against my sex, his tongue sucking and flicking as it moved through my folds. I gripped his hair, holding him against me, well aware how intimate this was.

I’d never admit this, but I hadn’t let anyone go down on me since I’d broken up with him. It had felt too personal…too much.

And now here I was giving it to my ex in the back alley of a bar.

Classy,Natalie.Real classy.

That thought slipped away as his hand squeezed my ass and his lips sucked hard on my clit.

Fuck being classy. This felt far too good.

I squeezed my thighs, crying out at the sensation of his fingers and his tongue and his rough stubble scratching against my skin.

“Missed this, baby. You taste like fucking heaven,” he growled as his tongue replaced his fingers in my core, lapping in and out of me for a moment before he pulled away. I watched wide-eyed as he unbuttoned his jeans, his giant cock springing out, the tip angry and hot-looking. I was in a fever dream as pre-cum dribbled from his head, dripping on the concrete beneath him.

My mouth was literally watering staring at it.

“Can’t have me coming in my pants when we’re going to have to go back in there after this,” he rasped.

“Right.” I gasped, feeling like I might be able to come just from watching him start to jack himself off.

Hearing him in the shower today…another thing I’d never admit, it had almost broken me.

This, though, this wasdefinitelygoing to break me.

Easton went back to work, and my hands fisted in his hair as I thrashed against his face. Fuck. This was another reason that I hadn’t evenbothered.

I was quite sure that no other guy could ever eat me out like this. Easton gave me head like it was his favorite thing in the world. Like he actually craved it. He was moaning as he licked through my folds, tonguing my clit as his hand that wasn’t fucking into me pulled at his dick.

I panted, arching against his face as he forced another finger inside me.

Sucking and licking, he pushed me closer to the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, about shrieking when his finger suddenly grazedthere.

The bar door started to open, and he ripped his face out from between my legs. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growled, sounding a little…crazy. The door slammed shut so fast I wasn’t even sure who’d tried to come out—who might’ve seen what we were doing.

But Easton didn’t care.

He got right back to work, like he needed to worship me to stay alive, tonguing my clit as everything in me tightened.

“So close,” I breathed.

He growled against me, and that sound alone might’ve tipped me over the edge. But then his fingers curled just right, and the orgasm crashed through me so violently that my scream was swallowed by the night air. My body thrashed against his mouth, every muscle seizing as the world turned white.

Tears were sliding down my cheeks from how good it felt.

Easton didn’t give me time to think. “On your knees,” he suddenly commanded, and without a thought I dropped to the cold ground, still shaking, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to warn me of what I already knew—this was dangerous. This was everything.

Easton’s hand was tight around himself, his chest rising and falling in hard, ragged pants. His eyes were wild, burning with something too bright to name. “Open up, Trouble.”

I did. Obediently. Like I always had for him.

A strangled gasp erupted from his chest as he came, ropes ofcum hitting my tongue and my face and my neck as he fucked his fist. I swallowed what I could, moaning at the flavor of him. It was so much better than I’d remembered. I licked my lips, trying to capture each drop as my fingers scooped up the sticky mess on my chin and chest.