Page 38 of Easton

“Fuck off.”

I chuckle. “You don’t want that, do you? Because then I can’t tell you what a good boy you are for me…coming home to wait for me, getting all cleaned up for me. You’re so goddamned good.”

A shiver runs the length of him, radiating into me. Everything about him hits me on a whole new level, like he fills these places inside me I didn’t know needed to be filled.

“Get inside me.” There’s a sharp edge of neediness to his voice, one that I tell myself East has never had with anyone other than me. Who the fuck knows if it’s true, but I want to believe it is. That this thing between us is as intense for him as it is for me.

“Good boys say please.” The words fall easily from my tongue. It feels so natural with East.

“Get something inside me…please.” He says the last word like he wishes he didn’t want to say it but knows he does. I can’t help chuckling, realizing that as difficult as things can be with East sometimes, he makes me smile too. I have fun around him and want to be the one to show him it’s okay to have fun more often.

“So fucking sweet.”

I pull his bottoms the rest of the way down and off his feet, thick cock bobbing and waiting for attention. I stroke it twice, savor the heat of his shaft against my palm, before removing the rest of my clothes and setting my throbbing erection free.

“Do you even know me?” he asks, referring to mysweetcomment.

“Yes.” I know him as much as he’ll let me, and I hope to get to know him more. But he is sweet, even if he doesn’t realize it.

“Get the supplies, Archer. I brought the lube down.”

He’d planned this, been waiting for me. My thoughts are slightly mixed up about that, but then I remind myself that East wants me. That he gets something from being with me, and I get something out of that too. That’s bigger than any of the other shit, bigger than the possible consequences of what I’m doing.

I grab a condom from my bag, Casanova lifting his head briefly from his perch on the porch to make sure it’s someone he knows before falling asleep again.

When I turn around, East is kneeling on the couch, elbows braced on the back, ass out toward me. He’s looking over his shoulder, watching me, his gaze a silent plea I don’t have it in me to refuse.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

“You are, East.” I walk toward him, stroking my cock. “Such a pretty, good boy.”

He rolls his eyes, but I can feel the heat radiating off him, the part of him that needs to hear these truths so fucking bad.

I toss the condom to the cushion beside him, set the lube on the end table. I suck my finger, and he pushes his ass out toward me more, legs spread, full balls hanging between them. I circle his pink rim while kissing the top of his spine.

“Inside…need you inside.”

My pride soars at hearing that, at hearing Easton’s needy pleas for me.

“Who knew you’d have such a hungry little hole?” I push the tip in, then kiss the next knot of his spine.

His ass basically sucks me in, so fucking tight as I push in farther.

Another kiss.

“More.”

“You need more, good boy?”

In. Out. In. Out.

Every once in a while, I curve my finger, brush his prostate, while I slowly, so damn slowly, finger-fuck him and work my way down his spine, one kiss after another after another.

East trembles. Pushes back against me. Sucks in a sharp breath and tells me to fuck off, then moans, “Archer…” when I rub his prostate again.

“I want to make you feel good.”