Chapter 26
26
Millie
What the fuck is happening?
One minute I’m ready to drop-kick a bitch for hooking up with my fake husband, the next I’m falling to my knees, eager to suck the man off.
I’ve had some heated hookups, including one with him, but none like that. His authoritative stance and the way he told me exactly what to do had me weak in the knees.
I’ll take stage direction from him anytime.
Now, standing over me, he growls, “On your hands and knees, honey.”
I instantly obey.
The bed dips behind me, and then Ezra gathers my hair at my nape and brings it over my shoulder. Slowly, he trails his fingers down my spine, eliciting a shiver from me, and stops at the strings tied in the middle of my back. When he tugs and the fabric gives way, my breasts hang free and my nipples immediately harden to points. He unties the strings at my neck as well and tosses the top to the side.
In tandem, he releases the bows at my hips, and the bottoms fall to the bed, leaving my ass on display. The mattress gives, as if he’s backing off.
Heart in my throat, I peek over my shoulder. Hovering beside the bed, Ezra pulls his hair back with the pink scrunchie I left on the nightstand, his biceps flexing.
When he steps forward again, he curls over me, his bare chest brushing my back, and grinds his piercings against my ass.
“When did you get those?” I ask, the question escaping with a gasp.
“Shortly after that night.”
That night . The evening we found out we’d both been played by the same woman.
“I cut my hair really short too.” He laughs against my ear.
I lock my arms, stiffening. “You did not.” I cannot imagine Ezra without his signature locks.
He hums. “I did. The hair was on a whim, but I got the piercings to mark turning a page in my life. I hated what she did to me— to us —and I wanted a way to signify an after . Maybe it’s silly, but?—”
“No, it makes sense.” Some men purchase a motorcycle during a crisis, others get a Jacob’s ladder.
“Plus, I hear it’s amazing for women.”
My pulse picks up at the thought. “Do you not already know that?”
“Nope. Haven’t been with anyone since, remember?” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Wanna see if the rumors are true?”
Flames lick up my spine. “Fuck yes.”
He sits back on his haunches behind me. “On your elbows.”
Dropping to my forearms, I present my ass to him.
“Fuck, Millie. You’re so sexy.” He grips both globes and squeezes. Tight . Spreading my cheeks apart, he asks, “Can I touch it? I want it. I need to have it. Need to have you .”
“Yes. Take all my consent and fuck me up, Daddy. ”
Without warning, he smacks my ass. First the right cheek, then the left, the sting causing desire to gather in my core. Then he spits.
Wetness coats my puckered hole, and when his finger makes contact, I jolt in surprise. A heartbeat later, though, I push my hips back, urging him to slip inside.
“Butt plug. There,” I pant, pointing to the nightstand.
He chuckles. “Why did you bring a— never mind .” Carefully, he removes his finger. Then he rounds the bed and shuffles through the drawer. “I don’t see it.”
Huffing, I crawl across the mattress to retrieve it myself. Why can men never find anything?
But when I dig in the drawer, I come up empty-handed. I snag my phone off the nightstand instead and open the Find My app, then I click on Items and the eggplant emoji that reads Toys .
An instant later, there’s a delicate chirping nearby.
Ezra guffaws. “You have an AirTag for your butt plug?”
“My sex toy bag.” I grin up at him.
He scoots the nightstand out a little and checks behind it. Then he drops to all fours, pulls a satin black bag from under the bed, and holds it above his head with an aha . “When did you— never mind .” He hands over the bag.
I procure a baby pink glass plug with a matching gemstone at the end, along with a travel-size bottle of lube.
Now that we have all the necessary supplies, I return to all fours.
Once he’s squirted the lube directly between my cheeks, he notches the plug at my opening.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” I shift back as he pushes in carefully and grunt at the initial burn of the toy’s intrusion.
He puts a hand on my hip and squeezes. “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Sighing, I relax my core .
“God, that’s a beautiful sight.” Slipping his hand to my ass, he gives it a jiggle.
The move sends a shudder of pleasure straight to my pussy. When his fingers find my opening, I tremble, and as he collects my arousal and teases my clit, playing with the pressure of his touch, that tremble turns into a tsunami.
I undulate my hips, desperate for more. As if he can read my mind, he thrusts his fingers inside me.
“ Ah ,” I moan, reveling in the sparks of need arcing through me.
“Do you hear how wet your cunt is?” His breath skates across my nape.
He pumps and stretches, each move more exquisite than the last. Between the fullness of his fingers and the plug, I’m already nearing an orgasm.
“Faster,” I call, lacing my fingers on the mattress and resting my forehead on my clenched hands. “More. Please.”
He pistons his fingers, over and over, hitting that spot . The spot that’ll cause me to make a mess of the duvet.
Shit, I need to warn him.
“Ezra, I?—”
“That’s it, baby.”
“I’m gonna… St—” The word stop is on the tip of my tongue, but he’s ramming into me so hard and so fast I can’t catch my breath. And the truth is, I don’t want him to stop.
Tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall with each thrust. I clamp my lids shut like a dam and suck in a breath, clutching the fabric beneath me like a life raft.
“Take it, baby. It’s yours,” he grunts.
“I’m—I’m—” The sensations are all too much. I reach behind me to swat his fingers away.
With one final curl of his digits, he obeys. And that’s when it happens. My body convulses violently for what feels like a lifetime before I finally collapse.
“ Fuck , Millie. Daddy’s drenched.”
My heart clenches. “I’m sorry. I didn’t?—”
He rolls my limp body to one side and lowers himself so we’re eye to eye. “What are you sorry about? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. C’mere.” He pulls me into his arms.
I’m shivering, my body still coming down from orgasm, as I rest my head on his shoulder and take pleasure in the way he pushes my hair off my face and strokes my arm.
“Fuck,” I breathe when the wetness beneath us registers. “I should have laid a towel down, but I wasn’t expecting to…”
“Squirt?”
I bury my head in his chest. “Ugh, I hate that word.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It was impressive.” He plants a kiss on my forehead, the featherlight sensation of his beard against my skin making me shiver again.
“I’m not ashamed. I just wish there was a more attractive word for it.” I chuckle, wiggling in his hold.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Warmth spreads through my chest at the concern in his tone. “No, not at all. I still have the plug?—”
“Oh.” He sighs. “Do you want me to help you…”
I shake my head. “You promised me a test drive with your new pimped-out ride.”
With another kiss to my forehead, he lays me on my back, avoiding the mess I’ve already made, and kneels between my legs, smirking and stroking his length, slowly revealing one piercing at a time. “My cock is not a pimped-out ride.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
I’m laid bare and vulnerable before him, but just as my mind reverts to its evil self-conscious being, he shuts down the thoughts .
“You’re a vision.” His dark eyes blaze a trail down my body, inch by inch. “So fucking stunning.” Instinctively, I bring my hands to my abdomen, but he pins them at my sides before I can hide. “Don’t. Let me worship you.”
I lie still, relishing each touch. Ezra palms my breasts, bringing them together and brushing his thumbs against my sensitive peaks, then letting them fall heavy against my arms. With one hand gripped around his cock, he drags his other leisurely down my sternum, pausing at my navel. He caresses the soft flesh and grips the rolls that live there.
It takes effort to tamp down on the urge to bolt out of here. But in the end, I rein in the sensation. There’s nothing but heat and desire in his expression. I never could have imagined being turned on like this. That he could trace my stretch marks and leave me panting and wanting more. He scoots down the bed and dips in low, a look of determination on his face. I’m certain he’s going to devour my pussy; instead, he plants a kiss on my navel. One, two, three kisses, until he’s nipping and sucking at my skin and I’m whining in response.
He peers up at me, and I snap a mental picture of him resting his chin on my belly, memorizing the crinkles at the sides of his eyes when he smiles.
“For fuck’s sake,” I cry when he lingers like that.
He laughs into my curves. “You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Do you want something from Daddy?”
I nod feverishly, my heart thumping against my sternum in response to his decadent tone.
“You’re gonna have to ask for it.”
“Give me your cock,” I breathe out.
“ Nicely ,” he corrects me.
That bastard.
But I can play his game.
“May I have your cock, please , Daddy? ”
“Lift your hips.”
I obey, and he shoves a pillow beneath me. Looks like we’ll be doing a lot of laundry after this.
“Do you have a condom in that Mary Poppins sex bag of yours?”
I shake my head. I haven’t been with a man in I can’t remember how long.
“Dammit,” he hisses, hanging his head like a sad puppy.
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control, remember?”
His body goes rigid above mine, and he raises his gaze. “Don’t be a fucking tease.”
Despite his mature language, he isn’t doing a very good job of hiding his boyish anticipation. His eyes flash with excitement, like he’s just been told he gets to open his presents first on Christmas morning.
“I’m not teasing you. You said you haven’t been with anyone since… her , and neither have I. Just make sure you pull out.”
Exhaling loudly, he nods.
I snag the bottle of lube from the mattress and hold it out to him.
With a tsk , he slides his hand over my pussy. “Darling, we won’t be needing that.” He’s right. I’m still soaked. He pushes my legs wide, my glistening cunt at his mercy.
Notching his cock at my opening, he guides his crown in an inch, but pauses there, his brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” My chest constricts. Is he reconsidering fucking me bare? Reconsidering fucking me at all?
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Zeroing in on the place where our bodies meet, he hooks his arms under my thighs and slams inside.
Shit, maybe he’ll hurt me after all.
The sudden intrusion stings, but the sensation is quickly replaced by an acute awareness deep inside my body. The piercings .
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I squeeze, holding him still. Chest heaving, I focus on my breathing, willing my body to adjust to his size. After a moment, I relax my legs and give Ezra a tentative smile.
He plants his hands on either side of my head and presses his lips against mine as he slides his cock along my inner wall slowly.
The plug in my ass and the metal on his cock rub together through the thin layer of smooth muscle, sending a shudder through me. Fuck. It’s a tight fit.
“That feels good,” he moans into my hair. “Fuck, Millie. That pussy of yours is perfect. I need to taste it.” Without a second of hesitation, he pulls out.
A cry escapes me. “No—” My protest is cut off when he licks and flicks my clit with more ferocity than a wildfire. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he runs his fingers up my body and pinches my nipples. I claw at his hands, too sensitive, but he clamps down even harder.
“Ezra. Fuck,” I sob. “ Fuck, fuck, fuck… you. ”
Finally, he comes up for air, a total mess, his beautiful beard sopping wet. He’s never looked hotter. Pinning my shaking thighs to the mattress, he rises onto his knees and moves closer.
I grasp his cock between us and run my thumb along the underside of his shaft, delicately exploring the perfectly placed metal. “How does it feel when you’re inside me?”
“Like heaven.”
With a groan, I feed his cock to my pussy. I don’t stop until he’s seated fully. He rocks his hips in a steady rhythm as the heady smells and sounds of our union fill the room. Lost to the sensations, I arch my back. My vision blurs, and tears stream down my cheeks. Nothing has ever felt like this .
Ezra rests his forehead on mine, our sweat mixing, our breaths mingling.
Anyone in their right mind would pay good money to hear the sounds coming out of this man’s mouth. He’s loud, and I fucking love it.
“More,” I beg, matching his rhythm, my tits bouncing.
With a grunt, he bends to catch an eager nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, sending sparks of electricity straight to my core.
“That feels good,” I praise. “So good. Don’t stop.”
I slip a hand between our bodies. The wet, swollen bundle of nerves is ready for its encore.
“That’s it, baby. Play with that clit. Come for Daddy.”
That’s all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge. I’m lost in the forest of orgasms and never coming back. It was nice knowing you, world, but I’m broken. Broken by my Brooklyn Boy.
Before I’ve completely returned to the moment, Ezra groans, the sound pained. “Fuck, Millie. Where can I come?”
“Here.” Without hesitation, I tap a finger to my navel.
He pulls out in a rush, his motions jerky, and hot bursts of cum stain my stretch marks.
I’ve never felt so beautiful.
He collapses onto his back beside me, running a hand along my inner thigh.
Jolting, I grasp his wrist. “Stop.”
“Wh—what’s wrong?” he asks, retracting his hand like I’ve burned him.
“Nothing. I’m just ticklish there after I come.”
His body sags in relief beside me, and for several minutes, we silently stare at the ceiling. Eventually my eyes drift closed. I’m not sure whether I dozed off or zoned out, but I’m startled back to the moment by a warm, wet sensation at my belly. I blink myself back into existence and discover Ezra hovering over me with a wet washcloth, cleaning his cum from my body.
Once he’s taken the washcloth back to the bathroom, he collapses onto the mattress and draws me into his side.
I resist and point to the plug still inside me. “Uh, I need to…”
He sits up, his brows lifted. “May I?”
No one has ever offered to remove my anal plug. The idea of it feels incredibly intimate.
Yet I find myself nodding and tilting my hips in his direction.
Cautiously, he removes it, then tosses the plug to the end of the mattress.
“Look at it gaping, greedy for me to fuck it.”
My body shudders with need, even as I drop back to the mattress, completely spent.
He angles in and kisses the place where my neck meets my shoulder. Then, with a nip to my collarbone, he rises. “Next time.”
He clamps his hands around my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed, making me gasp, then giggle with delight, and throws me over his shoulder with ease.
Pivoting toward the bathroom, he smacks my ass. “Let me draw you a bath.”