Page 67 of American Love Story

He shuddered out a breath as he spread his legs wider. “But you’re taking too long. Come on, touch me.” He kept stroking his dick and now had one hand playing with his balls. His teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip.

“Patience, I have plans for you.” He shivered again, his eyes glomming me up as I moved around the room.

I kept my eyes on him as I went to the table by his bed where he kept his toys. I stuck my hand in the drawer but kept my eyes on Easton. I leaned down to run my hand up his chest, stopping right at the base of his neck, where I could feel his pulse. I kept it there as his breathing got faster and started pulling out toys from the drawer one-handed. Every time one dropped on the mattress, the thud made his breath hitch. Still he didn’t turn his head to look at what I was doing, eyes locked with mine.

When I opened my mouth to speak, what came out was nothing more than a growl. “Are you going to let me use these on you, baby?” I asked.

His answer was barely audible. “Please.”

I took my eyes off him to pick up a black silicone dildo I’d seen in the drawer. “You want it so bad.” He nodded, swallowing hard. “Lift your legs. I want to see that hole, get it ready for me. I’m going work this ass, see how that pretty hole looks stretched out for me, and then I’m going to fuck you, long and slow.” I ran a hand over my cock, which was almost ready for a second round. “Make you take all this.”

“Fuck, why do I love this toppy bullshit from you so much?”

He actually sounded pissed. I laughed at his frustrated expression, “You sound so aggravated,” I said, leaning down again to kiss him. I pried his mouth open with my tongue, licking into him with a hunger I’d never felt before. I wanted to lose myself in Easton, forget every single one of the reasons why we couldn’t work out and let this certainty I felt right now tell me what I wanted. I tried to pull off, still sucking on his bottom lip, but his hands were gripping me tight, like he couldn’t bear to let me go.

“Patrice.” He could barely talk. His voice high and needy.

“I’ll take care of you baby.”

I pushed his legs back, exposing him to me, and ran a thumb over his entrance.

He shuddered out a breath and thrashed his head, as he let out a tortured moan. “You need something, baby?” Easton’s expression was pure frustration as I pressed my thumb against his rim, not quite pushing in. “Stop teasing me, Patrice. Fuck me.”

I laughed as I pumped some lube into my hand, “So greedy, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”

“It’s your fault, I?—”

His words got cut off when I pushed a lubed finger in, stretching him, now starting to feel desperate to have him, too.

“Yesss, more,” he begged, as I pushed in another one, he started those little moans and grunts that made my blood hot, allrational thought flew out of my head. These were the moments when I told myself I’d do anything to hold on to Easton. To the freedom being with him gave me.

“I’m going to fuck you with this dildo first. I want to see it opening you up for me. So I can slide in, hit you right in that spot that makes you scream for me.”

“Do it now.” I propped a pillow under his ass, and without too much ceremony, I pushed the lubed toy in, just a half inch. He sucked in a breath and on the exhale, I pushed in further, then pulled back. I kept fucking him with shallow thrusts, watching his face, his mouth slack and his eyes rolling back.

After a few more thrusts, I licked my hand before taking his balls in my hands. From the first touch, his already impossibly hard dick jumped up, the head leaking as I pushed in further. I leaned so I could lap at the bead of liquid, making him scream.

“You’re leaking for me. Fuck, you make me crazy when you get like this.”

The sight of him trashing on the bed as I fucked him with the dildo was making my own dick so hard, I wasn’t sure how much I’d last.

“Patrice. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now.”

I was usually a lot cooler than this, but the way he said my name, like I was the only one who could give him what he needed, had me fumbling. After fucking him a couple more times with the dildo, I pulled it out and quickly got a condom on, my hands shaking as I got some lube on.

I pressed my dick right at his entrance and slid in, he felt so fucking good. Every time with Easton felt like the first time.

“Fuuuuuuck, nothing has ever felt this good.” As always, Easton just said what I could barely keep inside my mouth.

I watched myself pushing into him, the tight grip he had around me, and felt lightheaded from all the ways I was losing myself right now.

“Fuck me hard, Patrice. Come on, baby?” He pressed both hands against the headboard and in one go had me in to the hilt. “Oh, I’m so full,” he said as he moved that ass, impaling himself on my cock.

“Easton,” I said, breathless. I started moving in earnest and pretty soon, we were really fucking. Bodies rocking together in unison, and I felt my orgasm coming fast as Easton grabbed his dick and started working himself hard.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come so hard,” he said, his hand flying over his cock.

Just a few more pumps of his hand and I felt him spasm around me, making my climax barrel into me. I gasped as every nerve in my body seemed to explode at once. I let myself drop on him for a second as I carefully pulled out.