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  “Holy shit.” She’s the one panting now, her body arching off the bed, her tits jutting out like an offering.

  I hover over her, and run my finger along the length of her collarbone to her chest, circling each pert nipple. I hesitate only briefly before leaning down and sucking on both of them—releasing each one with a pop—before I slide my hand painstakingly slowly down to where she’s now offering herself up to me, bare. Settling in between her legs, I kiss her pelvic bone.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to touch you like this.”

  “Please, Coy. Touch me,” she says, white-knuckling the duvet beneath her, causing me to laugh. “There’s nothing funny. I need you to touch me…please,” she begs. She tries to move her hand down between her legs, but I swat it away gently.

  “No. Sit back and watch me touch you. The only orgasms you’ll enjoy from now on will come from either my cock or my mouth,” I wink, before pulling her down to the end of the bed, and licking her from ass to top.

  “Oh, Coy!” She bucks off the bed as I lick along her folds, finding the bundle of nerves which is quivering and begging for my touch. Coaxing it with my tongue, it swells so I can suck on it, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her squeal with pleasure.

  “Yes, again. Do that again.” She lifts her hips for easier access. I find her epicentre and swirl my tongue over the nub again and again. She’s soon writhing and gasping beneath me. My hands run under each of her legs, lifting them up over one of my shoulders, then the other. Her ass lifts further off the bed and I grip her cheeks in my hands and pull her pussy up to my face, holding it right where I want her to be. I run my chin’s stubble, tongue, and nose everywhere she needs it, each touch eliciting the sexiest of sounds, and the dirtiest curse words to have ever fallen from her gorgeous mouth. Pushing one finger inside her, I feel her warmth and I let out a moan of my own, feeling how fucking tight she is. Her walls clamp down around me and I know she’s close. Her legs begin to tremble and her hips buck off the bed when I add a second finger and continue the onslaught, as my mouth swirls and sucks on her clit, keeping in sync with my fingers as they push in and out of her.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, so goddamn warm. I need you to come so I can fuck this sweet pussy, baby.”

  “Fuck, yes!”

  My words are the final trigger, and she explodes on my tongue. Her breathing is laboured, her body breaking out in goosebumps as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers, our eyes never leaving each other’s.

  “You need to get naked, McCoy.” Her voice is small, and a stunning, satisfied smile crosses her beautiful features. Standing at the foot of her bed, I comply with her demand. Under her watchful eye, I peel my shirt off and don’t miss the stupid grin she has as I watch her taking me in for the first time. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’re going to get fucked with my pants still on and my dick out the zipper.”

  “There’s always next time.” She cocks her head, her eyes trained on my fly.

  “I knew you’d be a handful. Patience, we’re doing this right.” I toe off my pair of Converse and shuck my blue jeans and boxers. Her eyes are glued to my body, her tongue licking across her bottom lip in anticipation and appreciation, a move that forces me to lean down, needing to follow the same trail over her supple lips with my own tongue before she parts her lips and kisses me. “See how good you taste? And, trust me, you smell just as addicting.”

  “Fuck, Coy,” she says, reaching out for my cock. She wraps her hand around me and I jolt at the touch. Applying pressure, she jerks me in her hand, up and down, and the feeling is phenomenal. “Easy, baby. I’m going to come if you don’t ease up, and I plan on coming inside you, not in your hands,” I say, removing her hand from my cock. It’s a hard thing to do, since nothing has felt as good to me in a long time as having Eastlyn Hatfield’s hands touching me like this.

  Taking her mouth with mine again, I guide her to lay back down on the mattress. Spreading her legs wide, I rub my fingers along her pussy, teasing her, while my mouth finds her nipples again, tugging and sucking on first one then the other.

  “Coy.” She arches off the bed and I release the hold I have on her right nipple, fascinated at seeing the wetness from my mouth reflecting off it in the room’s dim light. “I need you inside me, please. Now.”

  “Fuck, baby, me too,” I grunt. “Condom?” I ask, but hate the thought of something between us. I want to feel all of her.

  “I’m clean, and on the pill.”

  “Me too.” I pause, distracted by how beautiful she looks splayed out beneath me, waiting. “I’m clean, I mean,” I tack on.

  “Thank God you clarified. I thought you were on the pill, too.” She giggles, at least until she feels the head of my raging hard-on nudging at her entrance.

  “Smart ass. Now spread wider, Sprinkles. I’m going in deep.”

  Our gazes hold as I push my way inside her. Inch-by-beautiful-fucking-inch, I feel her body take me in, accepting me. Her warmth envelops my cock, and the deeper I go, the more amazing she feels. Thrusting my hips forward, I breach the final inches until I’m buried to the hilt inside Eastlyn Hatfield for the first time.

  Nothing has ever felt this good.

  As I move slowly in and out, our eyes travel down to where our bodies are connecting for the first time, after knowing each other forever from a distance.

  “Fuck, my cock looks good going in you.” I spread her legs farther apart, watching my dick as her pussy coats it with her arousal each and every time I pull out. It’s like watching our two bodies creating a fucking masterpiece right before my eyes.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Eastlyn says, reaching her hand up and running the palm of her hand along my jaw. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” she admits, and I lean down to kiss the tear that’s escaping down her cheek with her admission.

  “Me too, baby. Don’t cry, sweetheart,” I say, running my nose along hers. Taking her hands, I intertwine our fingers and move our arms above our heads. I hover my body above hers, pinning her to the mattress, resting my forehead on hers. Gently, I collapse on top of her, my rock-hard cock moving in time with her body’s thrusting, and slowly and sensually glide through her wetness. This new position causes her hard nipples to rub against my chest. The friction drives me insane, and I can’t resist taking each budded tip into my mouth again as I rock myself in and out of her, trying to keep a languid pace. She feels too fucking good.

  “You’re dripping wet for me, hear that? It’s fucking hot as hell,” I say, referring not only to the sounds of how wet she is, but to the soft slapping of our skin and how our heavy breathing fills the air, creating the perfect accompaniment to how good it feels to be inside Eastlyn.

  “Yes, you make me so wet. God, you’re in so deep, I feel you everywhere,” she cries out, our bodies continuing to move slow and gentle until she demands, “Harder now. Fuck me hard, Coy. I need it. I’m so close.” She whimpers but I’m not ready to let her go off just yet, so I stop moving, and rest inside her.

  “I said harder, not stop,” she says, confused, a beautiful scowl on her flushed face, and I can’t help but laugh at her.

  “Ride me then. I want you to take what you need,” I tell her truthfully, because I do. I want her to lose control with me, and I want a front row seat when it happens. Rolling us over so she’s now on top, grateful for not losing our connection, we stay kissing with her lying on top of me, lost to everything around us but us. Breaking the kiss, she moves to lean back but I stop her, pulling her back down, the need to keep her close a while longer all-consuming.

  “Not yet. Stay right here, East.” I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. “Want you close, Sprinkles. Need to see you, to see what I almost missed, what I let go by me for way too long.”

  “McCoy,” she says softly, “I’m here.”

  “I mean it.” I look up into her moss-coloured eyes. “I don’t know why this took us so long. But I’m not re
ady to let you put any space between us just yet. I like you right where you are,” I tell her, and her pussy convulses around my cock. A low moan escapes me as she starts to make slow, leisurely circles with her hips.

  “I need to move,” she says.

  Shifting up a little, she cups my face in her hands and rubs her thumbs along my jaw. The tenderness I see in her eyes is fucking with my emotions, giving me feelings I never knew I could have for another person. Then again, she is my person. “What are you doing to me, baby?”

  “The same thing you are to me,” she replies, dipping her hips slowly and reinforcing where we connect, while brushing sweet kisses along my lips, trailing them down my neck and chest, moaning as she starts to grind down harder on my cock.

  “Goddamn.”

  “I’ve wanted this for so long, and fuck you feel good,” she tells me, rubbing her tits against my chest, my fingers scraping down her back in response.

  “We’re here now, East, and we’re never turning back,” I admit, pushing her hair back off her face.

  “Let me sit up and fuck you. I’m so, so close…” Her eyes sparkle as she straightens herself. My hands shift to her perfect tits, squeezing, jiggling, and ravishing them with my mouth and tongue.

  “These tits are amazing,” I tell her, leaning up and grunting. She rubs her hands through my hair, holding me between her cleavage. I run my tongue across the hollow of her breasts. “Fuck, my cock aches for you, Sprinkles,” I say as she pushes me back down. Groaning, my hands grip her hips and she picks up her pace, slipping my cock in and out of her wetness, all with the help of my guiding hands.

  “I’m close,” she yelps, her admission making me even harder.

  “Jesus, East. You feel so fucking good, you ready to come for me?”

  “For only you,” she says, taking my hands off her hips and placing them where she wants them, over her tits. They bounce and jiggle in tandem as she rides me harder and faster. I’m lost to her, and I’ll never allow myself to be found.

  Eastlyn Hatfield is mine.

  “Oh God, there. Right fucking there,” she purrs, rotating her hips. She lifts her drenched pussy up to my tip, and just when I think she’s going to let me fall she sinks right back down on me over and over again. I watch in awe, her body taking me in like this, and I snap. Lifting up to a sitting position, I take her legs and wrap them around my back.

  Holding her close, I rest my head between the valley of her breasts, and she starts tugging my hair. Moving her hips in a circular motion, she takes us both to the edge. We linger on the cusp, needing only a few more deep thrusts before we both fall. I can feel my balls start to tighten, and then my cock swells and spasms as I shoot my load inside her. Her walls clamp down around me, her pussy throbbing as she rides wave after wave of her pleasure, legs trembling, my name falling from her lips as we come together. Her head is tipped back and I run my tongue along the column of her neck while she continues to fuck me, milking me dry, taking what she needs, while giving me the thing I didn’t know I needed most in return.

  Her.

  Maybe it was due in part to the shitty parents I had and our lack of closeness, or the lack of ever feeling a true connection with any woman I dated in the past, but for once I’m suddenly overcome with emotion. Maybe it’s because I’ve loved this girl for longer than I even knew, and having her like this, with nothing between us, is more than I ever expected it could be?

  “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I mutter, kissing her temple. She lies, panting, in the crook of my arm, her fingers drumming my chest. Feeling the smooth skin of her leg that’s draped over mine is bliss.

  “I’m glad you weren’t my dipping sauce,” she giggles, her body shaking the bed.

  “’Cause I’m better than dipping sauce?”

  “Definitely more satisfying.” She lets out a yawn.

  “Told you I was good at filling needs.”

  “Smug bastard.” She kisses my chest, resting her head again. “Coy?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Can I ask you a question that’s been bugging me…well, forever?” she asks, her voice sounding a little shaky.

  “Of course. I want us to talk about everything.”

  “Why did this take us so long?” She leans up, her big, beautiful eyes imploring.

  “Other than the fact that I’m a tool who was too much of a chickenshit to go after what he wanted? I guess it was…fear,” I tell her truthfully.

  “Fear,” she repeats, mulling it over.

  “I think I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Sometimes we were great as friends, but then other times I couldn’t get close enough to you, couldn’t see or be near you enough, and that scared me. I was pretty sure you found me irresistible,” I joke, earning a jab in the side, “but I didn’t want to lose what I had with you—or Keaton and your parents. I wasn’t sure how they’d react. And then, after that night in your parents’ basement, I thought things might have changed, that maybe we’d talk and admit our feelings once and for all, but then we didn’t so I did what I’ll probably regret forever: I let it go. I let you go. But hindsight being what it is, I’ll never fucking let you go again, now that we’re here.”

  “Thank you.” She leans up and kisses me. “I think we both have some regrets and time to make up for,” she sighs.

  “As long as we’re together. It’s all that matters to me, Sprinkles.”

  “Me too. I’m happy, even if you’re still a big jerk, sometimes.” She wraps her arm across my chest and squeezes me.

  “As long as I’m your jerk.”

  “You absolutely are. All mine.”

  “Good, ’cause you’re mine, too,” I say.

  “Did you just call me a jerk?” she squeals, giving me some cute side-eye.

  “No, baby, I called you mine.” I rub my hand along her back and shoulder, laughing as a feeling I’ve never felt before takes hold in my chest.

  Contentment. Utter contentment.

  We lie in each others arms until the hunger troll who lives in Eastlyn’s stomach lets itself be heard. So, we relocate to the hall where we end up spending the rest of the night sitting on the floor just inside her front door, feeding each other cold, dishevelled, upside-down pizza. We share a beer, talk about work and how it seems that Neil Foley has finally given up his pursuit, all the while reminiscing about our childhoods, and, best of all, laughing happily about our new predicament. We touch and make out like two teens that never got the chance, but also as two adults who know that this, right here, what we’ve discovered that exists between us, was worth the wait. It was the best pizza I ever fucking had.

  14

  Sploshing

  Glancing at the clock in the staff room, I hope I haven’t fucked up my timing. I’m pretty confident Eastlyn should be showing up to have lunch this period. I do know for a fact she has lunch supervision next break, considering I made the schedule myself. I’ve also watched her long enough that I know her routine on these days is eating lunch in here around this time. And unbeknownst to her, I’ve decided to join her today. Even though I woke up with her in my arms, I want to steal a little more time with her before I’m away at board meetings for the next two days. I’ve grown used to seeing her at work everyday, and it isn’t often I can steal alone time where I can openly gawk and share all the dirty things I want to do with her. It worked out perfectly that she’s the only one on lunch this period. Might just be an act of serendipity.

  Opening the fridge for my lunch, I grab the Tupperware holding a large spinach, goat cheese, and strawberry salad, along with a small plastic bag holding the container of poppyseed dressing East insists I’ll love, and my water bottle. Rabbit food was my only option for lunch because this was all Eastlyn had in her fridge, a situation she didn’t see an issue with, unlike me. Closing the fridge, I park myself at the long rectangular staff room table. And wait.

  Removing the salad’s lid, I laugh at the six or so huge strawberries I persuaded Eastlyn to lea
ve whole. Call me skeptical, but I’m pretty sure a salad should be a bunch of veggies—not fruit. Eastlyn had rolled her eyes and called me quirky, but she let me have my way. So, I can skip the salad and just eat the fruit, if need be.

  I’d shown up at her house unannounced yesterday, needing to see her after a morning of playing basketball with Keaton and Philip at the YMCA. After having her in the shower, I convinced her to let me eat her for lunch, rather than go grocery shopping for the week like she’d said she needed to. By the time we were done, the store was closed, so I took her to Brass Tapps for wings. Watching that girl lick sauce off her fingers was an experience in and of itself. Who knew watching someone eat could be so hot? I think I may have developed a fetish. Eastlyn said it was called “gastronomic voyeurism”, and it turns out it’s a real thing. If Eastlyn keeps eating the way she did last night, I may need therapy. I was rock hard the whole time. Later in bed that night, I Googled various food fetishes, hoping I’d find one for the both of us, and I discovered—thanks to the Urban Dictionary, the concept of “sploshing”.

  According to the UD, it’s a sexual way to experience food. Basically, you cover each other with a variety of hot, warm, and cold foods while naked, and enjoy the sensations each food might give you. They say eating off each other is optional, but wouldn’t that be the best part? I think getting to taste and sample all kinds of foods off Eastlyn’s sinful body would be all kinds of fun, and would lead to some very hot fucking. Fuck, yeah. Sign me the hell up.

  By the time I was done my researching, I was super horny. I told her we were going to try being sploshers, and that I was pissed we hadn’t gone grocery shopping, after all. Thankfully, my girl eased my frustration by sucking my cock like a champ. So, it’s because of my own actions that I’m sitting here about to eat salad, my least favourite food. It’s my punishment for having an insatiable appetite for Eastlyn Hatfield and not letting us leave the house.