Page 35 of Sugar (Gilded #1)

Moving suddenly, his mouth crashed into mine as he effortlessly lifted me.

He took a few steps before the bed creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall as he hastily took me down to the mattress.

Fisting my hair, he tightened his grip as he kissed me with the same ferocity he’d used to eat me.

Thank God I brushed my teeth.

That fleeting thought was all I was capable of before every last brain cell fritzed out when he arched his back so his hardness was finally pressed to my soaked core.

Easton tore his mouth away just long enough to pull the tee over my head. He seemed content to stay dressed so long as I was naked under him, but that didn’t work for me. I clutched the shirt and tugged up, and we separated again so he could yank it off.

Wow.

My quick glimpse of his cut muscles turned into a much, much better one when he lifted onto his knees. His hands went to his shorts, and my gaze dropped from his defined abs, the trail of mouthwatering hair, and cut V muscles at his pelvis in preparation of him freeing himself.

He didn’t.

Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Swiping the screen, he turned it to face me.

At first, I just blinked in confusion, wondering if he was showing me the bank statement for the card I never used. It took my muddled brain far too long to realize it was an online portal showing his clear health results.

“Birth control?” he asked.

“IUD. And I can show you my results, too.” I started to sit up, but he gave me a sharp shake of his head.

“It would’ve been on your forms for Gilded, and you haven’t been with anyone since.”

It wasn’t a question, but I still confirmed, “Right.”

His phone was dropped carelessly to land on the floor before his shorts and boxers were shoved off to join it. I got one daunting glimpse of his massive hard-on springing free, and it was enough to make apprehension twist in my belly like a mini cyclone.

One that was surrounded by a much larger and far more powerful tornado of lust.

Especially when his body covered mine so he could take my mouth in a bruising kiss. His hand worked between us, sliding through my wetness before he positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance.

I waited for him to plunge in. To fill me and take me and use me in the way I’d been imagining since the first time I’d seen him.

He didn’t.

He barely breached me before pausing to lower his body to mine. One hand pinned my hip in place—cutting off my involuntary undulation—as his other wrapped around my shoulder, his fingers trembling with his restraint.

Tearing his mouth from mine, Easton’s voice was harsh and demanding. “Tell me to stop, Madeline. Say guppy. Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”

I didn’t take the out he offered. I didn’t have to think about it.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t even have a million questions.

I pointedly pressed my lips closed as I lifted my hips. Or tried to, at least.

I didn’t get far with his tight hold, and that sent another surge of arousal to my core.

His fingertips dug in as he entered me inch by thick inch. Stretching me until it burned in the best possible way.

I wasn’t a virgin, but it’d been a while since I’d been with anyone but my vibrator. Even then, I’d never been with someone—human or battery-operated—so large.

Once I was full of him, he froze with his lids closed and took a sharp inhale. When he opened them, his dark eyes seared down at me. “Perfection. Every fucking inch of you. And they’re all mine to do whatever I want with.”

My brain didn’t have the chance to fully process his possessive words before he started moving.

No.

When he started fucking me.

Savagely.

Desperately.

Even if he hadn’t just teased me to the point of delirium, his powerful thrusts would’ve quickly brought me to the breaking point.

But he had done that.

Which meant I was catapulted into the abyss when pure, blinding pleasure lit up every nerve ending in my entire being. Even my hair seemed to feel euphoric as I cried out. I did my best to muffle the noise. To choke it down or press my face into his chest.

Easton didn’t allow it. “No, baby, I want to hear you. So fucking good. You’re taking me perfectly. Give it all to me.”

If his cock wasn’t already building another orgasm, the way he talked me through it would’ve done it.

He shifted his knee higher up the mattress for leverage, forcing my leg wider to accommodate his.

Stretching me to accommodate him.

His already frenzied thrusts turned brutal. Unhinged. That time when I shattered, his grunts mixed with rough praise as he filled me.

His plunges slowed, leisurely yet deep enough to make my eyes go unfocused. Like he couldn’t stand to pull out of me even as his warm cum dripped out. More followed when he slid free with a vicious curse.

It was a new sensation since I’d never had sex without a condom.

It was also a new sensation because even the good sex I’d had before didn’t come close to what we’d just done. What I still couldn’t even believe we’d just done.

I’m filled with Easton Wells’ cum.

I was just filled with his cock.

And he spent the morning thinking about wanting me.

My brain finally caught up to the moment, and I realized Easton wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t touching me. My lids shot open to find him staring down at me. It would’ve made me feel vulnerable—and not in the way I wanted—if not for the blazing heat in his expression.

Like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to focus, his eyes roved from my breasts, down to where I was tender and used, to my face, then back again.

“Every damn inch. Perfection.” He lowered his body back to cover mine, kissing me as he rolled so I straddled him. Even once we pulled away to breathe, he held me close, palming my head as my cheek rested against his chest and his heartbeat thumped in my ear.

It nearly lulled me to sleep until he ordered, “Decide what you want to do today.”

We just did it.

“I figured I would leave soon?—”

The rest of my words cut off when he lifted my shoulders so he could glare up at me. “Did you lie about doing your assignments?”

My brow furrowed. “No.”

“Then why the hell would you leave?”

I wasn’t sure how it worked when sex for the first time happened after a sleepover.

Beyond that, I already knew that Easton went into the office on Sundays.

Which wasn’t saying much because he did that daily, but he’d mentioned that he utilized the slow day to handle clerical shit and preparations for the upcoming week.

Leaving just seemed to make sense.

“You have work,” I said.

“Not today.”

“It’s fine,” I tried.

“It sure as fuck isn’t. Here’s how this is going to go,” he started before rolling again so he once again loomed over me.

“I’m going to run downstairs to get your coffee that’s been waiting in my fridge.

By the time I get back, you’re going to decide what you want to do today with me.

Though fair warning, I’m going to spend the day enjoying the fact I can finally fucking touch you by getting you close to coming as often as possible until you beg me.

Then I’m going to end the night with you in my bed and me in you. So plan wisely.”

He didn’t give me the chance to respond—though what could I even say to that? He dropped down to press a hard but entirely too quick kiss to my mouth before standing.

When he stood and pulled on his shorts, I surveyed the room in search of my panties and dress. I wasn’t sure how bad the damage was, but I hoped it was minimal.

Only, I wasn’t able to check because it was gone.

“Have you seen my clothes?” I asked.

He paused and looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “I sent the dress with Owen when he dropped off your coffee. It’s with my tailor.”

“So… I have no clothes?”

His gaze dropped to the discarded tee on the floor.

“No actual clothes,” I amended.

“Guess you definitely won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He walked into the hall, though his voice—and the humor in it—carried when he added, “Like I said, plan wisely.”

Hell.