by Dawn Doyle
His shoulders relaxed and his smile reappeared, much to my relief. He crawled up the bed toward me until he was so close I could feel his breath on my mouth. “Because I am,” he said softly, then kissed my nose. “Because of you.” He pulled back then slid off the bed, holding out his hand to me. I slipped mine in his and he gently helped me up.
I beamed up at him, and the hardness that I used to see in his eyes had dulled. It was still there, just visible in the recesses, but I was going to do everything I could to snuff it out for good.
Eastyn’s T-shirt skimmed my thighs as I walked toward the table, and I didn’t miss the hunger in his stare as he watched from beside me. It made me feel euphoric, wanted, and desired in a way I’d never once felt before. In the back of my mind, I heard the self-deprecating voice whisper that it would disappear—that I would be left standing alone, used and humiliated like before—that I was a stepping stone for Eastyn to move on to better things. But, when I looked at him, I didn’t see any of that. I saw the guy that I was in love with, wanting me just as much.
I smoothed my hands down my body, over my breasts and to the hem of the T-shirt. “See something you like?” I teased, then sat at the table.
Eastyn pushed my chair in and lowered his head, his mouth so close to my ear that his lips grazed the shell, sending a shiver down my spine. “Keep that shit up, Shay, and you’ll become breakfast,” he whispered softly, then placed his hands on my shoulders. He smoothed them down toward my chest, making my heart race. When he reached my breasts, warmth pooled between my thighs and my nipples hardened.
“Ah!” I squeaked when he took my breasts in his hands, then gently pinched my tight buds.
“That’s a warning, babe.” He released me and walked around the table, his smug smile showing he knew exactly what he’d caused to ignite inside of me. “Now, behave yourself.” He winked while reaching for a piece of mango, then popped it into his mouth.
I attempted to straighten up in my chair, but the trembling in my legs made that more difficult than necessary. “I, uh, well…” I cleared my throat and pushed my hair back over my shoulders. “I might have already been a little bit bad,” I say, not meeting his eyes.
“This sounds interesting.” He grinned, resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands.
My face flamed, the heat traveling up my neck and into my cheeks so fast it must’ve been a record. “Just so you know, it was an accident. I never meant for it to get mixed up with my assignment.” When his head tilted to the side, I elaborated a little more, worried about what his reaction would be, but I couldn’t keep it from him.
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “Spill, Shay.”
“Professor Jenkins read my latest piece of work that wasn’t a part of my assignment,” I blurted out in one monotone rush.
“Why’s that bad?” he asked, his lips parting as he smiled wider.
I deadpanned. “It was something I’d been working on, Eastyn. Something she was not meant to see.”
“Okay, so what was this piece?”
I groaned, then got up, retrieving my bag from the long narrow sideboard near the front door. I grabbed the papers and handed them to Eastyn before sitting back down. “This.”
He held them up, his eyes scanning the words. My heart beat impossibly fast a I watched his gaze flick side-to-side, lowering further and further as he reached the end of the page, only to turn to the next one. He licked his lips, his tongue moving so damn slow as he continued to read my work—the first person I had ever, knowingly, trusted to see them.
He coughed and then placed them down on the table, swallowing hard. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat again. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Please don’t be mad,” I begged, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of the T-shirt. “I never meant for her to see.”
“Oh, I’m not mad,” he said gruffly, slowly rising from the chair. His eyes were dark, fixed on me, and he stalked around the table. I clenched my thighs together under his dangerous stare. “So far from fucking mad.” He came to my side, and reached down and pulled my chair away from the table before gripping my waist. In one swift movement, he lifted me into the air.
“Eastyn!” I gasped as he flung me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I squeaked when he swatted my ass, the light sting fading quickly.
He rubbed over the spot, then swatted me again. “Giving you some more material for the next chapter,” he replied, running his hand under the shirt and over my ass, his fingers stroking down between my legs and over the tiny piece of fabric covering the growing dampness. “This might be a little cold.”
I gasped, and my breath caught in my throat when he sat me down on the breakfast counter, the surface freezing under my warm skin causing me to break out in goosebumps all over. “Jeez!”
Eastyn’s large hands slid between my thighs, the warmth of his palms radiating into my skin, then eased my legs apart. I watched as he stepped between them, his huge erection tenting the front of his tight boxers. Heat pooled in my core at the thought of what he planned to do to me.
I lifted my hands from the icy countertop, running them over his hard chest and down, rippling over his abs that tensed under my touch. From here, I could see the scars that were left behind from his suffering, the abuse, the beatings…
His finger pressed under my chin, tilting my head back until I met his gaze. “Don’t think about them, Shay,” he whispered. “Now, close your eyes.” I nodded and gripped the counter again, even though my gut churned as images of Eastyn in pain, terrified and alone ran through my mind. “Stop thinking, and just feel what I’m doing to you.”
His hands skimmed up my thighs until his thumbs reached my apex, lightly brushing over where I needed to be touched, and I bowed toward him. My nipples pinched tight, and although my eyes were closed, I knew Eastyn would be paying attention to how my body reacted—as it always did—whenever he touched me this way.
“Eastyn.” His name fell from my lips as though somebody else were saying it, silently begging him for more and more.
“Sh, save your breath.” His breath fanned across my lips, and mine parted further, waiting for his kiss, but it never came. “You’ll be screaming my name soon enough.” My legs tightened against his taut waist as a surge of arousal ran through me, sending a rush straight down. He chuckled. “Wide, baby, keep them wide.”
He spread my legs apart, further than before. I sucked in a sharp breath when his hands covered my breasts, massaging the heaviness before rubbing his palms over my stiff peaks. One hand pressed against my chest and gently pushed.
I lay back, lowering myself until my back came into contact with the countertop, Eastyn’s shirt saving me from the cold surface. The hem was pulled up, and a cold gust blew across my chest, causing my nipples to impossibly tighten.
“Mm, that’s a fucking sexy sight,” he rasped, right before heat closed around my left bud.
“Fuck!” I squealed, my hands gripping tightly to the edges as my back arched. I moaned wantonly when he played with my breasts while devouring my peaks in turn, not leaving any part of them untouched or dry.
“I could taste these all fucking day,” he said with his head still buried in my chest. “But there are other things on this menu I still haven’t tried.”
His hands ran down my naked torso, his fingertips spanning wide as he stroked over my stomach and further. With my eyes closed, I could feel everything. The slight kneading in my skin, his hot breath trailing along with them, and his face was so close to make sure there was nothing his eyes hadn’t taken in.
I was about ready to ignite, his slow movements causing an impatience to settle in my stomach, and my hips beginning to gyrate as though urging him to slide inside of me and end the torturous game he was playing with my senses.
As he worked further down, he tugged on the sides of my underwear and slid the fabric down my legs, closing them enough to pull them off. He took no time in spreading my legs for him again
.
“If you could see what I’m seeing right now, Shay,” he said as though in awe. “Fuck, it’s incredible.”
I sighed with pleasure when his thumb slid along my already wet center, then up through my slit. “Oh, God!” I moaned when he pressed against my clit then circled around, setting sparks flying behind my lids. I bit down on my lower lip when his finger slid inside of me, pushing in and out in a steady rhythm, and I automatically clenched around him with need. He added another and my hips bucked upward, but his palm pressed against my lower stomach, pushing me back down.
“So fucking sexy,” he groaned as he continued to use his fingers to fuck me, and when he curled them, my back arched and my fingers clutched the sides of the counter. “Yeah, you like that, huh? You’re gonna fucking love this then, baby.”
I love all of it.
His hands gripped the back of my thighs, and he lifted them, resting over his shoulders. My stomach clenched with anticipation of what I assumed was going to come next, and the thought of what that was sent my entire body alight.
He didn’t give me time to wonder for long. Searing heat covering my slit before his tongue licked upward and flicked against my clit. I screamed unashamedly as he repeated the movement, kissing my pussy as though he were kissing my mouth, tasting every part of me as his tongue swirled around and around.
The noises he elicited from me were dirty to the core, my moans of pleasure obscene as he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked, and then flattened his tongue against my entrance before licking up the entire length of my pussy. I automatically reached for his head, gripping his hair, but he took my hand and put it back on the counter.
“Hold on to the sides,” he said against my wet slit, his breath tickling my oversensitive flesh. “Don’t let go.”
Eastyn repeated his glorious attack between my legs, my thighs shaking so much as my orgasm raced higher and higher, taking me to the edge so fast I was at risk of being thrown over with just the lightest touch. One more, and I would lose control of everything I was holding onto, and I knew, right then, that I would shatter in his hands.
“Eastyn,” I moaned, my voice catching as I choked through my hard breaths. “I’m about to, oh!”
He nipped my clit, the sting sending shockwaves to fire from my core and outward to every nerve ending in my body, electricity crackling through me like lightning and illuminating me from inside. My pulse whooshed in my ears as I came long and hard as Eastyn continued to feast on my center. My legs shook uncontrollably and my toes curled as my eyes rolled back at the same time I lost the use of my lungs. I was still coming and it wouldn’t stop, sending my body into a frenzy of pleasure and pain as my muscles contracted hard while Eastyn lapped at my pussy.
My mind was foggy, my climax still so high that I wondered when I was ever going to come down. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a drawer opening and closing, then a quiet rustle, but I couldn’t open my eyes, even if I wanted to.
A solid object probed my entrance, large and hot, slowly sliding inside of me, and I welcomed the intrusion as though I hadn’t just had an intense orgasm ripping through me.
Eastyn lifted my legs around his waist, then his hand stroked through my hair as he began rolling his hips, thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out before filling me completely. “Shay,” he whispered. “Open your eyes, baby.”
The room was spinning when I managed to crack open my lids, but the second I saw his determined face, everything was back in focus as well as the dark look in his eyes.
Eastyn gazed at me with an intensity that clutched at my heart, the heat in his stare blazing through me, and the sensations I’d been filled with moments ago were climbing back, rising from the ashes, ready to scorch me again.
His pace quickened, his thrusts coming harder and faster, his muscles bunching as he pounded into me and his eyes narrowing while his lips thinned into a line of concentration. “Fuck, Shay, you feel so fucking good,” he ground out. His fingers dug into my thighs as he pistoned in and out, his dick thickening inside of me and reaching the spot that had my eyes fluttering and my body contorting so damn fast I never though it was possible.
“Shay, Fuck!” he ground out between clenched teeth, then slammed harder into me, enough to push me backward on the counter. His hand slapped down next to my head as he hovered above me, and the position caused him to stimulate every fucking part of me, that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Eastyn,” I croaked. “I’m coming!” My head fell back and Eastyn’s lips latched onto my neck as he filled me, his claiming of my body almost carnal, and I knew I would never feel the same way again.
“Shay,” he breathed out against my skin, his body shuddering above me and his movements slowing down. He collapsed on top of me, his hand stroking over my breast. “Fuck, I can never get enough of you.”
I wrapped my arms around him, finally free to touch the man that held my heart in his hands. I held him close and ran my fingers through the back of his hair. “I wouldn’t want you to, Eastyn,” I whispered, then recited his own words back to him. “I want everything you want to give, and nothing that you don’t.”
His grip on me tightened. “I want to give you everything, Shay.” He lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes, his gaze soft and vulnerable. “Even the parts I don’t want anyone to see.”
And I was more than willing to accept.
Eastyn
I woke up to an empty bed, with light streaming through my window. I reached over to switch off the lamp while snapping my wide eyes to my door. My heart rate picked up and my breaths quickened. Shay had left while I was asleep, and I had no fucking idea if the door was locked.
I threw my covers back and got out of bed, staring at the door as though it was going to fly open at any second, my nightmares spilling inside to finish the job that they’d started.
I pursed my mouth and took steadying breaths to calm myself down, silently chanting that it was impossible; that it was over. I waited for the panic to settle in my gut, expecting the familiar tightness in my chest and my ribs to feel like they were crushing my lungs. But, it never came. My hands shook, but the rising panic didn’t get much further.
The corners of my mouth twitched, slightly curling up because I’d been standing there, staring at the door, and my knees hadn’t buckled underneath me with fear.
A light knock had my eyes snapping to the handle, watching it closely.
“Eastyn?” Shay’s soft voice called from the other side. “It’s just me.”
The distinct sound of metal sliding into the lock and turning held my attention so fucking hard that my palms ached from clenching my fists. The handle turned and the door slowly moved inward.
“Eastyn?”
I cleared my throat. “Yeah,” I said, my voice tight.
Shay pushed the door wider, her concerned eyes landing on mine, then her sweet smile lit up her face. “Hi. I got coffee and pancakes.” She held out a carton, and had a holder dangling from her fingers with two takeout cups. She placed them on the dresser, then turned back to the door, shutting it, locking it tight again, and placed the key next to the food. “I’m sorry, did I alarm you?” she asked, her brows pinching together, her smile disappearing.
I shook my head and held my arms out for her. “I didn’t freak out, if that’s what you mean,” I replied, banding my arms around her when she pressed herself against me. I kissed the top of her head. “I haven’t had a panic attack in a while.”
Shay froze in my arms, and I cursed under my breath.
“What do you mean, panic attack?” Her head tilted back and she studied my face, her hazel eyes dancing between mine, but I looked away.
I had to say something. She was just staring up at me, waiting for me to explain the shit that had fallen out of my mouth in my relief. I loosened my arms and took a step back, filling my lungs as I was about to show the woman I loved one of my many weakness.
I fucking love her.
“Usually, when I have nightmares,” I began. “When I wake up in the dark and I can’t see.” I fucking hated myself for coming clean when I said, “When my door’s left unlocked.” I felt like shit when Shay’s hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes widened in shock.
When I know I’ve gotta face the shit all over again by talking about it.
“Did you… When I left?” she choked out. “Did you…?”
I placed my hands on her shoulders when her lids brimmed with tears. “The first time you were here, yeah,” I admitted. “You weren’t to know, Shay, so don’t blame yourself.”
Shay reached up and cupped my face in her hands, her touch so light that I could barely feel her palms on me. “I’m so, so sorry, Eastyn.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I assured her, taking her hands in mine. “I never explained myself. I just said I can’t have it unlocked, and if I’d left my key out, I know you would’ve used it, like you said.”
“I should’ve stayed,” she replied, then a thought crossed her features. “Do you think somebody is going to come in and attack you?”
Fuck!
My silence was all the answer she needed.
Her jaw hardened. “The guards,” she ground out. “They came into your room and attacked you, didn’t they?” When I snapped my mouth shut, she continued. “What kind of guards where they? Were you in a group home?”
I shook my head. “Much worse,” I muttered. Shay took a step back away from me, pulling her hands from mine. “I don’t want you to hate me, Shay.”
“I won’t hate you,” she whispered. “But, I’m starting to wonder what it is exactly you’re trying to tell me.”
I jammed my hands in my hair and turned my back to her when the words wouldn’t come out. “Fuck.” I sat on my couch and dropped my head into my hands. “I want to tell you.” I lifted my head and glanced at Shay. She was still standing by the dresser, her gaze never leaving me, but also not making a move toward me.
