Ezra (Covenant of Ascent: Kosher Nostra #4)

Dorothy Dottie Goldman 1.

“Where’s your nipple?” I release a sigh weighted with disappointment as my…uh… date digs around the inside of my bra cup like he’s looking for change at the bottom of a purse instead of a nipple he won’t find.

“Ben, we talked about this.”

“About your nipple?” He pulls the collar of my dress aside and rests his forehead against my chin as he roots around some more.

The moment has well and truly passed. Honestly, it was barely there to begin with. Ben and I have been on 3 dinner dates and while there hasn’t been a spark, per se, he’s an attractive man, well established in his career, owns his own home and vehicle, and doesn’t chew with his mouth open, so I figured exploring the physical side of our potential relationship wouldn’t hurt.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Seriously, where is it? Is the other one hiding too?” I run my fingers through his blond hair and drag his head back, away from me.

“Ben.” He slowly moves his eyes up from my chest to my face. “I had a double prophylactic mastectomy.”

“Uh huh.” There’s a light on but nobody’s home.

“And a mastectomy is…?” I prompt, hoping to drag his brain out of my underwear, which at this point is about the only thing of his getting anywhere near them. Huffing, I stand, smooth my hands down my slightly rumpled dress and head towards the door where I kicked off my shoes.

“Dorothy, where are you going?” It’s Dottie. And he should know that, because I’ve told him no less than 12 times that I dislike being called Dorothy.

“To find my nipples.” I mutter, slipping on my heels and picking up my purse. Opening the door, I decide to leave behind any hope of getting laid when he rushes up behind me.

“The fuck? You’re leaving? I thought we were gonna fuck?”

“That nippleless ship has sailed. Have a pleasant—”

“You could at least suck my dick. I bought you three dinners and listened as you droned on—”

“Apparently not very well, or you wouldn’t have gone deep-tit diving for nipples that I told you on our second date I don’t have anymore.”

His face slackens before he kicks up one side of his mouth in a smirk. Bastard. “Right, I remember, a mastectomy. And that is…when…your tits are lopped off…because of…a tit-related accident?”

In a robotic voice, I reply, “You have reached the end of this relationship. At the tone, delete my number, and kindly fuck off.” Hand on the doorknob, I make an obnoxious beeping sound and pull the door shut behind me. “Fucking asshole. All of them. I don’t like fake tits. You cut off your boobs? What did you do with your nipples? I hid them with my G-spot, another thing you’ll never find!” I slam my finger into the elevator button three times and growl.

“I can find your G-spot.”

“FUCKING HELL!” I jump three feet in the air, and nearly piss myself at the unexpected sound of the deep voice behind me. I reach into my purse and wrap my hand around the grip of my gun, pull it out, and aim as I spin around. 6’1” maybe 6’2”, navy blue tailored suit, broad shoulders, meticulously manicured beard, black rimmed glasses, masculine brows above rich chocolate eyes, and thick dark hair styled high and purposely messy. Perfect white teeth dig into a full bottom lip as those dark eyes rake up and down my body.

“Don’t care if you have nipples, so long as that premium pussy milks me dry.”

I shift my feet, bring my left hand up to join my right and stare up at him down the barrel of my gun. “You have ten seconds to convince me not to shoot you…in the dick.” I arch a brow and lower my aim to his generous crotch. Damn. He’s already semi-hard and definitely working with more than Ben had at full mast.

“I can make you cum twice before the elevator reaches the lobby.” Huh. Well. Fuck it. I haven’t had sex in months and haven’t cum from sex since before my mastectomy 6 years ago. No, that’s not true, there was that night…never mind. Men are shallow, dumb creatures. If he turns out to be a serial killer, I won’t be any more disappointed than I am right now.

With a deep breath, I lower my gun as the elevator opens. A quick look over my shoulder I notice it’s empty. “Deal.”

Spinning on my heels, I put my gun back in my purse, place it crossbody to free up my hands and secure it, lean against the back wall, and hike up my skirt to show I’m not wearing panties. “Let’s see what you got.”

He chuckles as he saunters in to join me. The doors close and he smacks a button on the panel, but I’m too distracted by his other hand undoing his belt and working his button and fly open. I lick my lips, my eyes hungrily tracing the bulge as it grows before he uses both hands to shove his pants and underwear down to his muscular, tattooed thighs. Good God. His cock. Magnificent. He’s long and thick, the tip a dark red and weeping.

Enclosed, his scent hits me, a musky, woodsy man. My pussy flutters. It’s been a long, long time. He’s somehow graceful as he steps into my space, lifts me up by the back of my meaty thighs, drops me down and impales me in one fluid motion. My breath punches from my lungs, the way he’s stretching me is bordering on painful, but my body begs for more.

I tighten my thighs around his waist, my heels falling off my feet as he begins pounding into me mercilessly. This. Is. Amazing. And exactly what I’ve needed. To feel like a woman. Desired. Wanted. Appreciated. More than the sum of my parts.

He groans, burying his face into my neck as he works himself in and out of my body, filling me with more than his cock with each hard thrust. My heart hammers, my skin tingles, my clit throbs and I am on the verge of shattering at the end of his beautiful cock too quickly.

“Please, not yet…” I trail off, realizing I don’t know his name. My sisters are going to be so proud of me for letting my inner slut out to play.

“Ezra.” He rasps in my ear. He brushes his beard along my cheek then shoves his tongue between my lips.

When he rips his mouth away from mine, I scream his name as my inner muscles latch onto his dick and my vag explodes. My entire body hums from one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had or can remember.

“That’s it, baby.”

“Dottie.” I correct instinctively, normally hating the generic pet name. In his voice though…He laughs, bringing his mouth to my ear again.

“That’s one, Dottie.”

“Oh, God!” I forgot he promised two. How long is this elevator ride? Ben lives on the 23 rd floor of the high-rise, but still…

Ezra thrusts forward, pinning me to the wall of the elevator as he leans his upper body back. His eyes meet mine for a brief moment. I blink in confusion at the pure lust and heat that sizzles in their depths. I’m no slouch, but I’m realistic enough to know that I’m not the ideal for most men. I’m 5 feet nothing and a good 50 pounds overweight. And that’s just what you can see with my clothes on.

I can’t dwell on it too long, since he drops his gaze to where our bodies connect as his thumb finds my clit and begins rubbing in distracting and tantalizing circles. The pressure in my lower stomach starts to build. His other hand is on my hip to hold me steady while he withdraws and drives back in. Again. And again.

His rhythm falters and I know he’s close. Swiftly, he pulls out completely, and thrusts up between the lips of my pussy. His cock jerks as ropes of cum shoot out. I was so close to my second—“Oh fuck!” My head drops back, my eyes slam shut, and my feet barely touch the ground as he pushes his fingers into me, crooks them and finds my G-spot.

“Told you I could find it.” He rubs the pads of his fingers over the sensitive tissue, uses his cum as lube with his other hand on my clit, and melds our mouths together before demanding entry with his tongue once again. I’m overloaded. Too much happening at one time and my body doesn’t know where to focus. I bite down gently on his tongue, tilt my pelvis toward him, and use my hands to push his harder on my clit.

There. It. Is. Hallelujah!

I thought the first one was intense, that was nothing compared to this. I’m embarrassingly wet, squelching noises echo in the confines of the elevator, and I can feel my release run down my thighs. He stills as I ride the high of climax back down to earth. We’re breathing hard, my body flushing hot.

Once steady on my feet, I glance up and find him staring at me with an odd expression, lips pursed, his dark brows furrowed. Confusion? Maybe. Like I’m a puzzle to figure out.

As the aftershocks of the single greatest orgasm of my entire existence, hands down, bar-none slowly fade, reality sets in. I’m in an elevator with a stranger I’ve just met, and I invited him to fuck me within an inch of my life without a condom, without knowing his name at least beforehand. My sisters are going to have a field day with my antics this evening.

He grins as he shakes his head. When he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks my copious fluids from his fingers, I decide that it’s time to skedaddle. When I lean to look around him at the panel, the car jerks into motion and I realize he stopped the elevator when he hit the buttons earlier. I don’t want to know how it knew to restart and just quickly put my shoes back on and straighten my dress.

He doesn’t say a word, just watches me in amusement. I’ll blame the redness in my cheeks from the exertion. The elevator dings when we reach the lobby, and the doors open. I hold my head high and put one foot in front of the other. Over my shoulder, I meet his eyes and giggle when I catch him watching my ass.

“You’re a man of your word, Ezra. Have a good night!” I wave and walk away. I half expect him to follow me, but sadly he doesn’t. I’m disappointed, but not surprised. It was fun, spontaneous, and damn pleasurable. And now it’s over. We got what we wanted, two orgasms for me and my premium pussy milked him dry.

Stepping out into the night, I’m thankful I drove myself to Ben’s, so I don’t have to wait around for a ride. Inside my car, I video call my sisters, placing the phone in its cradle so I can drive.

“Oh. No. Was Ben a dud?” Sophia asks as soon as the four of us fill the screen.

“Fuck Ben. Aerosmith was partly right.”

Rose scrunches up her nose, “Ben looks like a lady?”

I lean back against the headrest and laugh. “No. Love in an elevator is alright, but getting fucked in one is so much better.”