“I need you,” he said before I could protest.
“One of these days you’re going to let me swallow your come.”
“Fuck,” he growled, flipping me over where I was on top of him.
“This is new.” I stared down at his muscular chest with admiration.
“Make those tits bounce,” he ordered, and I complied.
After four earth-shattering orgasms, I collapsed on top of Easton’s chest as his thrusts became more frantic.
“I’m going to come,” he told me before flipping me over and tapping the tip of his cock to my bottom lip. I opened up and wrapped my mouth around him, tasting my wetness on him. Easton pumped into my lips with shuddering strokes, before releasing his hot streams of come down my throat.
He fell to my side, pulling me against him, both of us panting. We were quiet as we came down.
I recovered first, burying my face in his neck and breathing him in. I needed to be careful because his scent could be destructively addicting.
“How was your day, honey?”
“It was fabulous, darling. And how was yours?”
I laughed, wrapping my arm around his chest. “It was overwhelming. Ever since word got out that Faith and the JackholeS are going to be at Aurora’s launch party, we’ve been inundated with marketing requests.”
“Would you like me to help you weed some of them out?”
I leaned up on my elbow so I could look him in the eye. My bottom lip was firmly trapped between my teeth while I studied him.
“Would you?” I asked between my teeth, not wanting to relinquish my lip too soon.
“Trouble, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.”
I rolled my eyes but jumped out of bed to grab my laptop. When I came back, Easton was propped against my headboard. He looked like he was sculpted in the definition of sin.
I handed him my computer and snuggled in next to him. For the next three hours, Easton helped me figure out who was genuine and who was just using us for clout. While we ate our salads and went through my workload together, he was ridiculously insightful.
I yawned, having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
“All right, I’ll stop. Sorry, I get carried away sometimes when I get into work.”
“No, I appreciate it. I actually learned a lot. Thank you.” I yawned again, slumping on my pillow.
Easton yawned and set my computer on my nightstand. As tired as I was, I held my breath. On some asinine level Iwanted to ask him to stay the night, but I knew that would be encroaching on our rebound status.
“Would it be okay if I crashed here for a couple hours? I go to the gym at five, and I have my gym bag in the car. If I stay here, I can get a little bit more sleep.”
My heart did a weird flip thing that I stamped down immediately. “Sure, I wouldn’t want my sex rebound to lose muscle. I need you to have stamina for what I have planned for you.”
The words felt stupid and clunky in my mouth. Easton paused before chuckling.
“Yes, got to keep my sex god status alive.”
We were both quiet as we lay in bed, not touching. After a couple minutes of me staring at the ceiling, Easton huffed and pulled me to him, letting me be the little spoon. His heat encased me, and I was lulled into sleep before I could tell my heart and brain this wasn’t what they thought it was.
Chapter 20
Three months had flown by, and I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Easton showed up at my house every night with food. He took his rebound rule of feeding me seriously.
Although, the food was always cold when we finally got around to eating it. Easton would slam me into whatever surface was available and we’d make out like teenagers with their parents gone for the weekend.