Easton Crowne makes beautiful music, his sound unlike any I’ve ever heard. Faint echoes of musicians—past and present—thread through his soul-searing lyrics and complicated melodies, but in a distinctive way I know will be trademarked as his own.
The truth becomes evident as I continue to listen and realize he’s probably not at all ashamed his father helped him produce it. He’s proud of it. I conclude he doesn’t want it publicly known he got the help because the sound he created is uniquely his own.
I know if I open my eyes, it may well ruin me, so I rest my head back against the leather seat—my senses heightened exponentially as he continues to wage war on my every emotion. His brilliant, beautiful lyrics and carefully laid out melodies drown me for endless minutes as I’m swarmed in the sensation of his mindboggling creation. I embrace every second of the feeling.
Just as I reach immeasurable heights by the beauty of new lyrics, Easton removes the headphones and unplugs them, the gorgeous ballad surrounding us both as I open my eyes. The ready praises on my tongue are silenced when Easton’s lips capture mine.
Wicked Game
Johnnyswim
Natalie
I gasp into Easton’s mouth as he thrusts an eager tongue between my lips with a hunger I could only dream of.
Instantly I cling to him, my kiss just as greedy, my thrust just as desperate as our tongues intermingle at a frenzied pace. It’s as if he has waited the entirety of the time I was listening to unleash on me. I feel every bit of that truth and see it on his face when Easton pulls away just long enough to gauge my reaction. In his search, he seeks and finds permission before his lips again capture mine in another soul-searing kiss. This one deeper than the last, as his hands cup my face and he surrounds me.
In the next breath, I’m wrapped around him, licking along his neck, inhaling his scent until our mouths again collide. My entire being lights on fire as our lips and tongues desperately move against the other as wetness floods my core.
His kiss gives me new life as I’m tossed further into orbit, feeling the vibration of his groans which coax me as I open myself for him.
“Easton,” I rasp out between kisses as his eyes burn through me with a searing heat. Seeing his reaction to us, I free myself completely, letting the need I’ve been suppressing take over entirely. Just this once, I’ll allow myself to have him. Just this once, I’ll give him all of me, without restraint or thoughts of another living soul.
In this universe, only we exist.
The music continues to pierce the deepest parts of me as I grip his face and still him. It’s then I realize we are in the middle of the room, and I’m wound around him. For several seconds we simply stare at each other. One beat passes, and then another before our mouths collide again. Body vibrating with a need for more—to get closer—he walks us over to the couch and lays me down gently, nestling between my legs. The thrust of his tongue into my mouth matches the drive of his hips as I gasp at the feel of his hard length against my core. Crazed with lust, I grip his thick hair in my fingers as he trails his kiss down my neck, laving every inch of bare skin with his lips and tongue.
He trails his carnal kisses between my mouth and neck before sinking his teeth into my shoulder and thrusting against me with more pressure. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as he does it again and again, bringing me close to the brink.
“Easton—” I plea, body coiling as sensation threatens to overtake me. He stops, reading my ask. I don’t want to go anywhere without him.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he stares down at me with a hooded gaze. The sight of Easton Crowne aroused is by far the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“More,” I demand as he braces his muscular arms above me and rears back. The next drive of his hips has me seeing stars as he hits me perfectly. And with the next, my entire body shudders.
“Tell me what you want …” he urges. I reply by ripping at his buckle, the clank of it damn near bringing me to orgasm by sound alone as I dip into his navy boxer briefs and grip his cock in my hand. Cursing, he keeps himself hovering above me with his arms locked as my gaze dips, and I stare down at the glossy drop of arousal seeping from the fat head of his perfect, thick dick before sweeping my thumb over it.
“Goddamn,” he swears as I look up to see him react to the feel of me, us.
“Now, please, now,” I order, unable to take another second. He fists off his shirt before helping to free me of my own. Gazing down at me, he thrusts again, keeping me primed and wanton. I spread my legs further just before he backs away, pulling off my UGGs and tossing them over his shoulder. Staring down at me with nothing but fire in his eyes, he unbuttons my jeans and peels them away along with my panties.
Lifting my upper half, he unclasps my bra and dives for the spoils, pulling the whole of my breast into his mouth as he lowers his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh before driving against me, his bare cock gliding against my soaked center. We both call out as the lust overtakes us, and he grips the back of the couch before driving into me in one claiming thrust.
Our blue flame turns blinding white as his hooded eyes lock on mine, and I gasp at the stretch and invasion. I gaze up at him, my mouth parted, my vision blurring. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Fuck, Natalie,” he hisses, his voice full of restraint. “Are you okay?”
“Please, please move,” I whimper as he stares down at me with lust and wonder.
“Condom,” he blows out a harsh breath. I lock my legs around him.
“I’m covered, please, Easton, please just fucking move,” I grit out on the verge of orgasm as my thrumming clit pulses against the edge of his buried cock. In the next breath, he rears back and thrusts in harder, burrowing further into me.
That’s all it takes for me to detonate, and I tighten around him, my body pulsating from head to toe as my orgasm rips through me.
“Fuck…Christ,” Easton rasps, eyes closing before he begins furiously pumping in and out of me. Expression coated with desire, he grips my hips and grinds me onto his cock with each deep thrust sending me over the edge a second time. He captures my cries with his mouth, seeming to feed off them before stopping suddenly.
“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, gently pulling out of me and standing abruptly, toeing his shoes off before shoving his jeans down and kicking them away.
I gaze up at him, fully bared, lips and legs parted, chest heaving as he stares down at me in a way that makes me feel perfect. The sight of him naked, cock hard and glistening with my orgasm, has me reaching for him, wanting every part of him touching every part of me. Planting his knees on the couch, he lifts my right leg, kissing his way from my ankle to my calf before trailing his tongue up my thigh and capturing the whole of my clit between his lips, sucking with fervor. Back arching from the sinful workings of his mouth, he kisses his way along my stomach, flicking my nipple with his tongue, briefly surrounding it with his lips before trailing his kiss up my throat and thrusting his tongue into my parted mouth. We moan in sync as he nestles himself between my thighs and slowly, so slowly, presses back into me. His shoulders tense beneath my palms as he pauses and stares down at me. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers hoarsely, “so incredibly beautiful,” he murmurs as he rolls his hips gently, thrusting harder and deeper as he continues to keep his pace.