He shuddered out a breath as he spread his legs wider. “But you’re taking too long. Come on, touch me.” He kept stroking his dick and now had one hand playing with his balls. His teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip.

“Patience, I have plans for you.” He shivered again, his eyes glomming me up as I moved around the room.

I kept my eyes on him as I went to the table by his bed where he kept his toys. I stuck my hand in the drawer but kept my eyes on Easton. I leaned down to run my hand up his chest, stopping right at the base of his neck, where I could feel his pulse. I kept it there as his breathing got faster, and started pulling out toys from the drawer one-handed. Every time one dropped on the mattress, the thud made his breath hitch. Still he didn’t turn his head to look at what I was doing, eyes locked with mine.

When I opened my mouth to speak what came out was nothing more than a growl. “Are you going to let me use these on you, baby?”

His answer was barely audible. “Please.”

I took my eyes off him to pick up a bright blue silicone dildo I’d seen in the drawer. “You want it so bad.” He nodded, swallowing hard. “Lift your legs. I want to see that hole, get it ready for me. I’m going work this ass, stretch it out for me, and then I’m going to fuck you, long and slow.” I ran a hand over my cock, which was almost ready for a second round. “Make you take all this.”

“Fuck, why do I love this toppy bullshit from you so much?”

He actually sounded pissed. I laughed at his frustrated expression. “You sound so aggravated,” I said, leaning down again to kiss him. I pried his mouth open with my tongue, licking into it. I wanted to lose myself in Easton, forget every single one of the reasons why we couldn’t work out and let this certainty I felt right now tell me what I wanted. I tried to pull off, still sucking on his bottom lip, but his hands were gripping me tight, like he couldn’t bear to let me go.

“Patrice.” He could barely talk, his voice high and needy.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.”

I pushed his legs back, exposing him to me, and ran a thumb over his entrance.

He shuddered out a breath and thrashed his head, as he let out a tortured moan. “You need something, baby?” Easton’s expression was pure frustration as I pressed my thumb against his rim, not quite pushing in. “Stop teasing me, Patrice. Fuck me.”

I laughed as I pumped some lube into my hand. “So greedy, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”

“It’s your fault, I—”