“Baby,” she purrs, throwing him a devious look over her shoulder. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to scream.”
“You’ll scream either way, brat. I’ll make sure of it,” he replies as he gets up to his feet while still holding onto her hips.
I watch his hand disappear between her thighs. She lets out a soft sigh of relief when he touches her pussy, while my own begins to ache something fierce. I shift from side to side, my core aching for some kind of friction, while Easton attacks my earlobe.
“Are you hurting, Scar? Do you need the devil to take the pain away?”
I swallow dryly, the throbbing pulse in between my thighs only intensifying.
“Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“That,” I hush, my gaze fixed on the couple in the middle of the room. Finn is kissing Stone’s back, pulling at her hair, as he thrusts himself inside her.
“Are you sure it’s my cock you want? Not my mouth?”
“Can’t I have both?” I ask, turning my head to the side just enough to be in awe of the lustful look in his eye.
“Take off your mask,” he orders as he pulls my skirt up to my waist, the cool air biting into my feverish skin. I let my mask fall to the floor as he slides my panties to the side. His fingers delve in between my wet folds, my arousal evident to him.
“Do you still hate me, Scar? Is this hate slicking my fingers?”
“I can hate you and still want you, too,” I admit with a sigh.
“Isn’t that the truth,” he mumbles, his upper lip curling deviously.
I feel his hand start strumming my clit as his lips attach once again to my neck, always desperate to leave a mark on me. It happens every time we’re together like this. He fucks me mercilessly, leaving me sated and branded by his kiss. That’s been Easton’s MO.
The only thing that we don’t seem to do is kiss on the lips. The only time we did was back at my uncle’s assembly hall, and to my bitter disappointment, he’s never tried to do it again. Something tells me that one kiss was just too much intimacy for Easton to bear. It seems almost silly how I’m terrified of something as mundane as the dark, while he’s scared of a simple kiss.
What a pair we make.
I lean my head back on his shoulder as he continues to play my body like a fiddle. I know he wants me to watch his friends in the throes of passion, but right now, his hands are all the stimulation I need.
“You smell so good,” he grunts, his teeth scraping over my skin as he continues to play with my clit, intent on having me cum by his hand alone.
“What do I smell like?” I rasp, pulling on the strands of his silky black hair.
“Like the sweetest sin. And I’m just the devil meant to swallow it whole.”
My eyes close as my knees start to tremble, the word ‘please’ being shouted, which I’m unsure if it’s Stone begging for more, or me. Easton suddenly pulls me away from him, shocking me as well as ramping up my frustration for denying my orgasm. He licks his lips as he yanks my panties down and bends me over until my palms are open against the windowpane. He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands, kicking my feet apart, so I have no choice but to spread for him.
“I wonder if I took you right here,” he says with a mischievous glint, “would you pant out my name as you came, or would you just scream it?”
“I guess you’ll never know,” I rebuke back rebelliously.
“Oh, Scar. We both know there isn’t a part of this body that I won’t have a taste of. Your ass included.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I goad.
With a devilish gleam in his eye, he falls to his knees and places his face right at the small entrance.
“Easton,” I yelp, a little uneasy with where his face is.
“Shh,” he replies, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Hold still.”
“What?” I stutter, only to bite my tongue when Easton slaps my ass with all his might.
“So pretty,” he groans. “Hold on to the window so you can keep steady.”
“What? Why? What are you going to do?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to take what’s owed.”
“Easton, don’t you dare,” I insist.
“Hold on,” he repeats, right before his tongue swipes my sensitive pussy from front to back, my small crevice being his tongue’s final resting spot. The wet sensation is weird and foreign to me, but as he thrusts two fingers inside my core while his tongue twirls around the rim, a wanton moan leaves my lips.
“You make me want to sin every day, Scar,” he mumbles hoarsely, eating me out from behind as he fucks me with his digits, turning me into a ravenous mess.
“Easton!” I yell when he inserts another finger into my pussy, his thumb rounding my tight end.
“Oh, my God!”
It takes all my strength not to fall to the floor as my orgasm splits me in two.
He pulls himself up onto his feet, looking just as deviant as I knew him to be. He knocks my legs further apart, and with his hand on the nape of my neck, he bends me further over until my forehead is flat against the windowpane. My hair falls, hiding my breathless reaction to his possessive state.
Without a word of warning, his massive cock rams into my pussy, a loud cry leaving my lips with the small sliver of pain mixed with such feral passion.
God, he feels so good inside me.
“Fuck! Let me see you!” he roars, his grip on my hip brutal as he pulls on my hair, making sure my head is upright.
I’m unable to do much in this position since it feels like Easton is the sole commander of my body.
“I need to see your face, baby,” he begs in pain, and I sway my head over my shoulder as best I can.
The minute his gray, predatory eyes land on mine, our mutual relief and lust multiplies tenfold. I really don’t know what to do with that realization, but right now, I’m too turned on to think straight. Every thrust drives me madder, incapable of construing but a single thought—I need him.
I need him so much.
I’m so close that I don’t even care if my body has become his favorite toy to play with. He pulls my hair to the point of pain and sinks his nails into my hips, piercing my flesh. None of it bothers me in the slightest. He can do what he wants with me. He can chew me up and spit me out, as long as he keeps making my body sing for him like this.
I cry out his name as I reach the precipice, falling into the sweet relief that only Easton can provide. He continues to dominate my body, turning me around and pushing my shoulders down, so that I have no choice but to fall to my knees.
“Finish me,” he growls, stroking his massive, bare cock in my face.
I don’t even have the fortitude to reprimand him for not using a condom. Instead, I open my lips so I can take him whole. With only two strokes, he cums in my mouth, and I swallow as he runs his fingers delicately through my hair. He pulls me back up onto my unsteady feet and stares into my eyes as we both try to simmer our erratic breathing.