Chapters (37)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Also Available from Adriana Herrera
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Excerpt
- Carina Press Romance Promise
- About the Dreamers series
- Writing for Carina
- Carina eNewsletter
“Tell me what to do, baby.” His voice shook when he spoke, and I could barely keep it together.
“Fuck yourself with the vibrator. Turn it on and put it in slowly.”
He moved the phone back so I could see his face and nodded frantically. He squirmed as he held the phone with one hand and himself with the other. The cords of his neck were tight and his mouth went slack as he worked it in.
At this point I was just gripping the base of my dick, just so I wouldn’t blow before he even got the vibrator in all the way.
“Tell me how it feels.”
His face was pure ecstasy. “So good.”
“Does it feel like when I’m inside you?”
He shook his head hard, the phone shaking as he did. “Nothing feels like you. No one feels like you.”
His words hit me hard. I was writhing from how turned on I was and how much I wanted to respond in kind, tell him that nothing felt like this for me either.
Easton could just say things like that. Tell me exactly what I was to him. No reservations, and it was fucking terrifying. I was so close to saying reckless shit to Easton, but the way he was moaning as he played with himself got me back in the game.
“Those sounds you make. Are you hitting your spot? I know how hard you can come when I hit you just right.”
“Uh huh,” he said, completely lost in what he was doing. “Ungh, the tip is tapping right against it. I’m so close.” He gasped and tightened his jaw.
I was stroking myself just enough, but I knew one hard and fast stroke would set me off.
“Turn it up, I want to see your face when that thing really starts drilling you hard. Are you leaking, baby?”
After a second he let out a long, husky moan and started muttering a long string of “Oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck.”
“Oh shit.” I was rambling right along with him, barely hanging on until he came. “Jesus, you look hot,” I said, already feeling my orgasm build, that tight heat in my groin making my ass clench.
“Shit.” I shuddered. “I’m coming.”
Just as I sped my hand up, I saw Easton push his head hard into the pillow and his mouth open in a silent moan, eyes tightly shut. He looked so beautiful like that. Lost in chasing his orgasm at all costs.