The Eastwood Series

by M. E. Clayton

  “I was pretty buzzed,” I admitted. “But the second I kissed you, I sobered the fuck up really quick.”

  Her face flushed with color. “Oh, so great,” she muttered. “Now kissing me kills a good time.”

  I laughed.

  I couldn’t fucking help it.

  “Jesus Christ, Willow,” I breathed out.

  She still looked miserable when she said, “Can we just forget about all this, Duke? I’m sorry I handled it like a tool, I really am. But can we just pretend it never happened, and go on to lead happy, healthy, productive lives? And…and I’ll even promise never to go home with someone who’s been drinking. Not even a little bit of drinking.”

  Uh. No.

  “Fuck no,” I huffed. “There are so many things wrong with what you just said, I don’t even know where to fucking begin.”

  “I said I was sorry,” she implored. “What more do you want from me?”

  I had to shake my head, crack my neck, and roll my shoulders to get ready for this. “First off, there’s no way I can ever forget that night, short of a lobotomy. Second, there’s no way I’m going to let you ever forget it. As for taking someone home, the only dick you’re going to be riding from now on, drunk or sober, is mine, Willow. Get that fucking straight here and now.” Her eyes rounded and she gasped. “And I guarantee you, having you on my dick every night will lead to a happy, healthy, productive life for the both of us.”

  She reared back, but then her eyes narrowed. “I’m being serious, Duke,” she snapped.

  I leaned into her personal space. “So. The. Fuck. Am. I. Willow.”

  Then her shoulders deflated again, and she mumbled, “Is this because you took my virginity? Are you feeling guilty? You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend, Duke.” She shook her head. “I’m not…it’s okay. It was just my virginity.”

  Holy, Mary, Jesus, and Joseph.

  “Willow, I’m not pretending to be your boyfriend,” I said through clenched teeth. “I am your boyfriend.”

  “But-”

  “Stop,” I bit out, at the end of my rope with this crazy conversation. “I’ve always liked you, Willow. I’ve always thought you were a cool person. And your brain power is a fucking turn on.” It was time to come clean. “I just never imagined you’d be interested in me since we run in such different social circles. When I kissed you that night, it was because I wanted to fucking kiss you. And when you let me lead you into that bedroom, I was stone-cold sober as fuck and I wanted nothing more than to slide inside you.”

  Her face flamed. “Duke…” she grumbled.

  “It’s the truth,” I told her. “I had no idea you were a virgin, and because it was so dark inside that bedroom, I assumed your blood was part of your turn on, Willow. But, I gotta tell you, your pussy felt phenomenal wrapped around my cock as tight as it was, even if I had known you were a virgin, I still would have kept going. Willow Davis was giving me the time of day, and there was no way I wasn’t going to go with it.”

  “Are you seriously telling me that you were sober the entire time?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I answered truthfully. “From the second our kiss ended and I took your hand in mine, I was sober, Willow. For every second of it, I was sober.”

  “So…I was worried for nothing,” she replied quietly, like she was thinking aloud almost.

  “How about I prove it?” I offered.

  Her brows furrowed. “How?”

  I reached for her, yanked her across my lap, and kissed the fuck out of her.

  Chapter 9

  Willow~

  Duke hadn’t been drunk, and he wasn’t drunk now as his lips commanded that I open for him. His hands on my hips, my hands fisted in his shirt, the kiss was just as hot as it had been that night at Michael’s.

  I could feel Duke harden beneath me, and it was another reminder why I had checked my conscience out the door that night and let him do what he wanted to me. It had been painful, but it had felt glorious. Duke was built like a God and that included everywhere.

  He broke off the kiss and started trailing those magical lips over my jaw and down my neck.

  I sighed.

  He felt so good.

  Too good.

  Good enough that I was going to go along with his crazy declaration that I was his girlfriend and ride this crazy train until the wheels fell off. Duke had said that he’s always liked me, and that night had nothing to do with alcohol, and I could only do two things with that information; I could believe him or not.

  I was choosing to believe him.

  “Duke?”

  “What, baby?” His lips now on my collarbone’s delicate skin.

  “Your parents won’t just walk in here, will they?” I wanted this, but not enough to humiliate myself in front of his parents.

  I could feel his smile against my skin. “No,” he replied. “They know better.”

  I could feel myself cringe at the idea that his parents knew this pool house was their hookup pad. “That’s…that’s good.”

  “Yeah.” His hands slid to my waist. “Samson isn’t one to keep his hands off Mackenzie, so my parents…uh, adapted.”

  I let out a choked laugh. I pulled back and looked at him. “That’s…oddly sweet.” Duke grinned, and he looked so damn gorgeous, I felt like I was being blinded by his beauty. In this moment, it felt surreal that Duke Maddox would be interested in me for anything.

  “My dad believes in love,” he said simply, but I was still caught up in this boy’s looks.

  “You’re Duke freakin’ Maddox,” I breathed out.

  He leaned forwards and nipped my chin. “You need to quit saying that.”

  “But you are,” I insisted.

  Duke cocked his head, and his face softened in a way that made my chest hurt. “Well, then…I’m your Duke freakin’ Maddox.”

  “Yeah?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Yeah, baby,” he replied before his hand snaked up the back of my head, and he brought me down for another kiss.

  I moaned.

  Until. The. Wheels. Fall. Off.

  Suddenly, he broke off the kiss and pulled back. Looking up at me, he asked, “Willow, how old are you?”

  I cringed.

  “I…uh, I was seventeen the night of Michael’s party,” I muttered.

  “Yeah, so was I,” he replied. His hazel eyes held my blue ones prisoner. “How old are you now?”

  “Still seventeen,” I mumbled.

  Duke groaned and threw his head back on the couch as his hands tightened on my hips. And I was pretty sure that clunk-clunk sound thundering in my ears, was the sound of the wheels falling off.

  Duke Maddox was eighteen-years-old.

  I was sure of it.

  “H…how old are you?”

  He raised his head and he looked pained. “I turned eighteen last week,” he said, confirming my suspicions.

  I jumped off his lap and I fought against the stupid tears that threatened to fall free. It was stupid.

  I was stupid.

  We’ve been at this all of one day. And even though he’d said nothing but pretty words all day, that didn’t mean this was the end of a great love or anything.

  “Willow-”

  I waved away whatever he was about to say. “Don’t worry about it,” I rushed out, hoping my voice didn’t crack. I still had my senior year to get through, and I still had to pick a college. I had Sally and Dallas, kind of. I didn’t need the fame or headache that came with dating someone like Duke freakin’ Maddox, so it was all for the best, right?

  Right?

  “Willow-”

  “Yeah, so I’m just…I’m going to get going,” I announced. “Don’t…uh, don’t forget to change all your stuff.”

  “Change my stuff?” His voice sounded confused, but I was avoiding eye contact, so I couldn’t tell you what was going on behind those hazel eyes of his.

  I stood up and straightened my clothing. “Yeah, you know, your social media…statuses and stuf
f.”

  Duke stood up. “Willow, look at me.”

  Really?

  I plastered a smile on my face and looked up at him, and I kind of wish I hadn’t.

  He looked pissed.

  “Yeah?” I croaked.

  “Why in the fuck would I do that?” Before I could respond, he amended his question. “Better yet, what makes you think I’d let you break up with me, as that kind of sounds like what you’re trying to do right now?”

  “Duke, I don’t turn eighteen until January,” I informed him. “January eighth, to be exact.”

  “And?” he snapped. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

  “Well…I…I thought…” Did I get it wrong? “I thought you were asking to make sure we were legal and everything.”

  He put his hands on his hips and let out a tired sigh. “I was.”

  “Well, now that you know I’m not legal, there’s really no point in all this, now, is there?” His brows shot up in shock.

  Absolute shock.

  “Are you saying you were only agreeing to date me, so we could fuck?” he asked incredulously.

  “What? No!” I shrieked. “What are you talking about?”

  “Then why are you trying to break up with me?” he demanded.

  Now it was my turn to be shocked. “Are…are you saying you don’t care that I’m only seventeen? It…that won’t stop you?” Duke swore a blue streak and I wondered how this conversation got so out of hand.

  When was done using every curse word in the English language, he said, “It’s going to stop me from fucking you, but it’s not going to stop me from dating you, Willow.”

  “Uhm…what?” The boy was daft. “January is six months from now, Duke. Six months.”

  “I know how to count, Willow,” he snapped out. “And I’ve already kept my dick in my pants for three months, what’s six more?”

  My ass fell back onto the couch.

  I started up at Duke in wonder. “Are…are you saying…”

  “Yeah, I am,” he confirmed. “I’ve been so obsessed with you, I haven’t touched a girl since the night I touched you.”

  I shook my head. “I’m confused as hell,” I admitted. “Spell it out for me, Duke.”

  He dropped on his haunches in front of me. His beautiful face was in front of mine. “It’s simple, Willow. You’re my girlfriend, and you’re going to stay my girlfriend, and the sex can wait because you’re worth waiting for.” He smirked. “Having had the privilege of knowing what it’s like to be inside you, trust me when I say, I know what I’m talking about.”

  I was in total awe, his reputation considering. “You’d wait for me?”

  “It’ll give me six months to get to know you without sex clouding it all up,” he replied, shocking the shit out of me.

  Duke Maddox, ladies and gentlemen.

  Who knew?

  It was time to see what Duke freakin’ Maddox was made of.

  Chapter 10

  Duke – January 9th, 2021

  I got through Willow’s birthday yesterday without mauling her, but today, all bets were off.

  It was the weekend before school started back up, and I was going to spend today, tonight, and tomorrow inside my girlfriend. I could only hope I didn’t shoot off like a preteen with his first hard-on.

  Don’t get me wrong, though. The past six months have been goddamn fantastic. With nothing beyond holding Willow’s hand and some chaste kisses on her forehead or cheek, I haven’t touched the girl. I wasn’t sure what the details of the law were, but I wasn’t willing to risk my future or hers with some heavy petting.

  No matter how much Willow had begged.

  The abstinence also gave us time to get to know each other, and by October, I was so in love with this girl, I was stupid with it. And the feeling wasn’t one-sided either. We were even going to Stanford together.

  And now, Willow was knocking on my front door, and my parents were gone for the weekend.

  Thank fuck.

  I opened the door, grabbed her shirt by the front, and hauled her inside.

  “Duke-”

  I slammed the door shut and, blessedly, still had enough sense to lock it before my lips were on hers. “Baby,” I moaned between kisses.

  Willow’s arms came around my neck, and she started climbing me like a spider monkey.

  Fuck yeah.

  Once her legs and arms were wrapped around me, I walked us up the stairs towards my bedroom. The entire journey there, my lips hadn’t left her body. Her lips, her jaw, her neck, her cheek, her collar…I hadn’t stopped kissing her.

  I still shut and locked my bedroom door once we crossed the threshold because, while my parents were out of town, they were in their rights to cut their trip early and come home to their house. I mean, it was their house.

  “Duke…” Willow moaned, and the sound went straight to my dick.

  I laid her on my bed, and my body immediately covered hers. “Baby, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode.”

  Her hands were tugging at my shirt. “Do it all,” she rushed out. “I don’t care. Whatever you want to do. Just do something.”

  I let her pull my shirt over my head. “Oh, baby, I’m going to do all the somethings,” I promised.

  Clothes went flying, and we weren’t even trying to pretend we weren’t desperate for this. It reminded me of our first and only night together. However, this time, I was aware that, while no longer a virgin, she hasn’t had sex since that night. There was nothing I could do about my size, but I could make it as easy as I could for her.

  When I was finally covering her naked body with mine, I felt like I could finally breathe. I stared down at her beautiful face and plucked her glasses off her pert, little nose and placed them on the nightstand next to my bed. Willow wasn’t certifiably blind, but she did need her glasses to get around comfortably.

  She smiled up at me, and I let my weakness fly free. “God, I love you,” I said, exhaling all the emotion I felt for this girl.

  “I love you, too,” she returned easily. We’d been saying the words for months now, but this felt different. And the best thing about it? Willow believed me. These past six months of dating her without sex proved that to her.

  Another good thing to come out of our abstinence? I had been able to get her a copy of my baseball physical and it showed that I was healthy. Willow was also able to get on birth control, getting her body ready for me. This was going to be the first time in my life that I will be sliding inside a female without a condom, and I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to last even thirty seconds. Sooo….

  I began my journey down her body by marking her neck with my God-given right to claim what was mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, and she bared her neck for me in encouragement. And I wasn’t sure if she was aware of it or not, but she had also spread her legs wider at the same time. Willow was offering herself to me, and I was going to take whatever she wanted to gift me with.

  Once I was satisfied with my marks, I made my way to those glorious tits of hers. Willow was petite, but her tits held perfect in my hands. I loved how my hands were able to cover them completely. Almost like they were for my eyes only.

  I took one hardened nipple in my mouth and Willow’s back arched, and she let out the filthiest moan, “Oh, God…”

  Willow skin was soft and supple, and I played with her body until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I convinced myself that I had all weekend to lavish my attention on her tits, but right now, I wanted to taste her pussy and see if it tasted just as delicious as it had that first night.

  I kissed my way down her body, and Willow was honest in her desire. But then, she had been honest in it that night, too. I remember, very vividly, how she hadn’t shied away from what she had wanted from me that night. Willow had been on a mission that night, and I thank God every day that it was me she had chosen.

  Getting comfortable in between her thighs, her scent hit my nostrils and it was a wonder how I was
ever going to leave from where I was. “Fuck, baby,” I panted in anticipation, “I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to eat your pussy every day.” Before she could reply, my tongue was tasting her in one long, smooth stroke.

  Motherfucker.

  She tasted even better than I remembered.

  “Duke,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider and tightening her fist in my hair. “Oh, God…”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. I ate her near-virgin pussy like it was rapidly becoming my most favorite meal. And I was pretty sure it was.

  I slide a finger insider her pussy, and I feared I was going to pass out. Her cunt was tight as fuck, and I had no idea how I wasn’t going to nut off as soon as I got inside her.

  “More,” she begged, and I really lost my goddamn mind.

  I slid in another finger and I fucked her tight channel as my tongue worked on that sensitive, little button of hers. Soon, my fingers were gliding in and out of her body with ease, and I knew she was close. In between licks, I said, “Cum on my face, baby.” She spread her legs wider. “Cum on my face, so I can finally slide my cock inside this tight pussy of yours.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, Duke…”

  I worked my fingers until I was afraid they were going to cramp. But, eventually, Willow erupted all over my face, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. It wasn’t dark and neither of us had been drinking. This was as electrifying as it got.

  I crawled up her body, leaving a trail of her juices across her skin, and demanded, “Look at me, Willow.” When she did, my caveman came out. “Say my name.”

  She did. “Duke.”

  “Say you’re mine,” I continued.

  “I’m yours,” she complied.

  “Tell me I’m yours,” I insisted.

  “And you’re mine,” she whimpered, emotions from those simple statements taking over. I slammed into her and watching her body’s stress from the impact was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen in my life. “Duke!”

  Then. I. Lost. My. Motherfucking. Mind.

  My cock insider her tight pussy, ungloved, caused my body, mind, heart, and soul to lose its shit over this girl. I fucked her like I would die if I couldn’t. I forced her to take every inch of my cock inside her unused body, and she wasn’t stopping me.