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CHAPTER TWELVE

GARY

I heard Easton growl and curse under his breath, and I slapped my hands over my face, too embarrassed to face him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–”

“Gary. Gary! Relax!”

Nope. Not possible. I didn’t even last until he was fully inside me. I could just die from embarrassment right now. Maybe Easton would be kind enough to put me out of my misery. I figured he knew how. He knew how to fight. One punch would probably do it.

I kept waiting for him to leave, since I obviously was terrible in bed. But Easton didn’t move. Instead, he freaking bit me.

I yelped, yanking my arm away from his mouth. “What was that for?”

He grinned, completely unrepentant. “It distracted you, didn’t it?”

True. I’d been on the verge of panicking for a moment. But still. “That hurt,” I complained.

He hummed, but didn’t seem to care either way. I rubbed at the sting, frowning at him. I was still embarrassed, and I wanted to crawl into a hole, but I got the feeling that if I buried my face under my pillow, he’d bite me again.

“Gary.” His voice was calm but firm, demanding my attention. “Stop freaking out. If you’ve got a reason to be embarrassed, then so do I.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that. Not until he pulled out. My mouth fell open. When did he–

He rolled his eyes when he noticed me staring. “You came on my cockhead, Gary. It was hot. And that was after watching you writhing around on my fingers. If I’m not embarrassed about it, you shouldn’t be either.”

Well, okay then… He was right, it was less embarrassing now that I wasn’t alone. I watched as he leaned over the edge, tossing the condom into the trash by my desk. I’d have to take that out right away or Carter was sure to notice.

“So… What now?”

I was uncomfortable being naked if we weren’t doing anything, especially when my release was drying on my skin. The flush on my cheeks worked its way down my neck and into my chest, and the awkwardness that was always around me settled heavily over me like a blanket.

“Depends. How’s your refractory period?”

My stomach swooped, and I jerked my gaze to his. He wanted to go again? Even after I embarrassed myself?

One look at his heated smirk said it all. Easton wasn’t embarrassed about what happened. He wanted more.

My dick twitched and started to swell, which made Easton’s grin grow.

“That answers that question.”

“Shut up,” I whimpered, hiding my face behind my hands again. I’d never had sex before. It shouldn’t be held against me that I was eager. Maybe this time, I’d last longer.

Easton’s warm tongue slithered up my belly, lapping up the mess I’d made. It tickled and made my skin burn at the same time. I moaned, my body twisting under the assault while I hid behind my hands.

What was more embarrassing? Coming before he was even fully inside me or getting hard again less than five minutes later. Easton was bad for my health. I was going to permanently stain my cheeks from blushing so much.

A finger teased my hole, and my hips lurched. “Easton…” I whined. He wasn’t seriously going to start all over, was he? I’d never make it past his fingers.

Easton chuckled, nipping at my hip bone. “Some of us need longer than a minute, Gary,” he teased.

Because that wasn’t embarrassing at all.

I peeked around my hands to look at him.

He didn’t look annoyed, and his smile was playful.

I’d never seen him smile so much since I met him.

Apparently, if I wanted to put Easton in a good mood, all I had to do was get him into bed.

That wasn’t a hardship for me. Who the hell would say no to sex with him?

While he continued to torment me with teasing barely there touches, I summoned enough bravery to explore him too.

He was covered in tattoos. Full sleeves up both arms, along his chest and up his neck.

The right sleeve made his arm look robotic, while the left was more patchwork and random.

He had a crazy realistic raven on one shoulder.

Flames wrapped around both wrists. I was curious about their meanings, but I knew some tattoos had really tragic backstories and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up anything like that.

“Did they hurt?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I have a high pain tolerance. Why? Do you want one?”

“Ha.” I gave him a bland look. I wasn’t brave enough to get a tattoo. I brushed the thought away, trailing my fingers over Easton’s tattoos. I liked the raven the best. It had some color to it, shades of purple and blue that made the feathers stand out. It was pretty.

Easton’s hand caught mine and moved it lower. “If you’re gonna touch me, Gary, you should be touching lower.”

That line was cheesy, and when I snorted, Easton barked out a laugh. He dropped back, giving me free rein to touch, one arm tucked behind his head. What I would give to be that comfortable with myself that I could stretch out naked without wanting to cover up.

Following his advice, I moved lower, tracing the divots of his six-pack.

He wasn’t lying about the amount of exercise it took to do the kind of sports he loved.

He even had that sexy V pointing down to his package.

His steadily hardening package that I wanted a chance to explore.

I was nervous, though, and a little timid.

Easton had to take my hand and put it over his dick, wrapping his fingers around mine to show me how he wanted me to touch him.

He was bigger than me, almost to the point of embarrassment, but Easton never complained about my size.

He was thick and long and veiny. I ran my thumb along the vein underneath on a downward stroke, enjoying the grunt from Easton that followed.

That was why he kept messing with me. Teasing him was fun.

With a smooth roll that I would never have the hope of mimicking, Easton positioned himself back between my thighs. He ripped open the second condom he’d had in his wallet with his teeth, and I watched, fascinated, as he rolled it down his length. He even made that look sexy.

A low chuckle made me look up, and I found him watching my face. “You’re going to inflate my ego looking at me like that.”

I flushed, ducking my head. “You’re nice to look at,” I mumbled.

He rewarded me by sucking on my earlobe.

I didn’t think my ears were sensitive, but the little sparks of pleasure with each suck would beg to differ.

He kept me distracted while he lubed himself up, and then the nerves and excitement returned as he pushed my knees to my chest again.

He took it slow, easing in inch by inch.

The burn was unpleasant, but once his hips were pressed against my ass, it faded, and I just felt full. Really full.

“Oh…”

Chuckling, Easton moved my legs around his hips, which made it a little easier for me to breathe. He rested his weight on his elbows, his fingertips drifting through my hair. “Good?”

Was it good? It felt nice, and I could see the appeal, but I wasn’t sure it was worth all the hype. At least not until Easton drew back and thrust his hips. I cried out, my hands flailing when he did it again. I latched onto his back, scrambling for purchase as he lit me up from the inside out.

Okay. Now I got it.

Easton groaned, leaning his forehead against my shoulder. “Yeah. Keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” I asked breathlessly. I wasn’t really doing anything. I was just kind of along for the ride at that point.

“Scratching my back like that. I like it. Keep–” He groaned again after a particularly rough thrust had me scrambling again.

I hadn’t realized I was digging my nails into his back, but I was glad he seemed to like it.

I couldn’t really help it. I felt like if I didn’t have something to hold on to, I was going to fly apart at the seams. Moans and whimpers spilled from my lips, growing louder with each thrust. I really hoped no one on the floor was home, because at this point someone was bound to hear me, and I couldn’t stop.

Easton must have been thinking the same thing because one hand shifted to cover my mouth.

“I don’t want anyone hearing you but me, Gary,” he growled.

The possessiveness in his tone made me shiver and clench around his dick.

He growled again, his hips picking up the pace in punishment.

Or maybe reward. Who knows? As long as he didn’t stop, I didn’t care.

Easton’s free hand slid under my hips, lifting them a little, and I nearly came on the spot when he hit that spot inside me that sent lightning through my whole system.

I kind of thought a prostate was a myth.

Easton pegged it again, and I let out a keening sound, muffled against his palm. Not a myth. Not a myth!

I shook my head slightly, as much as I could with Easton’s hand still on my mouth, pleading with myself to not do something embarrassing again.

But my release barreled down on me like a freight train.

Easton’s hand barely muffled my cries as I came again, the pleasure rolling through me like waves with each punch of Easton’s hips.

When it finally passed, I cracked my eyes open, watching as Easton bared his teeth and growled.

I swear I felt his dick pulsing inside me when he came.

It sent another wave of pleasure through me, making me shiver and moan.

My breathing slowly steadied, and my body turned to jello. There was no way I was getting down from my bed any time soon. I guess I’d miss dinner tonight. I couldn’t find it in me to complain.

Easton used my boxers, which had gotten tossed and hung off the edge of the bed, to clean up my belly. I shivered as the sweat on my skin started to dry. It was chilly without any clothes on.

“Cold?”

I hummed and nodded, too sated to open my eyes. “A little.”

I felt him tugging on my blankets and whined when he forced me to move. He just laughed, using his own strength to lift me when he needed to. It was kind of hot how easily he could toss me around. Maybe if I could work up the nerve to convince him to do it again, we could try other positions?