Chapter 45
45
Millie
He asked me to move in with him. Scratch that. He told me I’m moving in. Honestly, my hangup has nothing to do with how we’d get along. The man picks up after himself and cooks. And he never complains about hair in the shower. Plus, we already have great bed chem. Did I mention he cooks ? He doesn’t drink coffee, but no one is perfect. At least he keeps the fridge stocked with my favorite creamer.
I welcome the hot water as it rinses away the hearty smells of the theater. Can I move into this shower —with the fresh eucalyptus leaves hanging from the rainfall shower head? That’s easy to imagine.
After brushing my hair, I throw on one of Ezra’s shirts rather than digging through my suitcase for clean clothes. Something tells me he won’t mind.
His bed is made, but there’s a pile of sheets in a basket on the floor. One sniff confirms they’re freshly laundered, so I fold them while I wait for his therapy session to end. It’s a turn-on, how proactive he is about his mental health. The world would be a much better place if more men thought the way he does. He’s concerned about screwing things up with Kane, but he’s a sensational father figure. Every time I think about the way he stepped up immediately, I swear I ovulate. Not many women get to preview how their partner will be as a parent, but seeing Ezra with Kane reassures me that if we ever have kids together, he’ll be the world’s best dad.
Exhausted from my travels but too antsy to rest, I lie on the bed and read through the contract and rehearsal schedule Diane has already sent. She was kind enough to give me a few days to get situated before diving in. Though she warned it will be a lot of work, the vibe she gave off during our call set me at ease. I fire off a few texts—one to let my parents know I’m back in the city and I’ll explain later, one to Joey to thank her for not spoiling the surprise for Ezra, and another to my understudy, telling her to break a leg tonight.
I remove the lid from the container of slime on Ezra’s bedside table and mindlessly play with it while I wait for his appointment to end, and when he appears in the doorway, I give him a smirk. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some kind of new sex toy.”
“Honey, I don’t wanna know where you think that might go.” With a laugh, he closes the door behind him.
The gooey texture mixed with tiny pieces of foam is satisfying between my fingers. “What scent is this?”
He lies next to me, his athletic shorts bunching. His thighs look more muscular than when I saw him last; I can’t wait to find out whether it feels different when he holds me down with them.
“Blue Hawaiian,” he answers.
I scrunch my face. “But it’s orange.”
“Orange is my favorite color.”
I turn on my side and study him. “I didn’t know that. Do you know my favorite color?”
“Mmm…” He feigns contemplation. “Pink? ”
“Okay, fine. But there are other things you don’t know about me.”
His face is so close to mine I can almost taste the chai on his breath. “I want to learn new things about you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Are you proposing, Mr. Miller?”
With the most stoic of expressions, he says, “Not today, baby.”
Not today?
I clear my throat, ignoring the way the air between us has thickened. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?”
“Fucked.”
I cackle. “Okay, that . But also… would you rather walk on slime or walk on marshmallows, barefoot, for the rest of your life?” I hold the slippery substance up between us.
His face contorts in disgust. “Ugh, neither.”
“C’mon.” I play punch him. “You have to answer.”
He takes the slime from me and squishes it between his fingers a few times before returning it to the container. “Slime, I guess. I still have nightmares from Bea and those marshmallows,” he teases, pulling at the ends of his hair. “Okay, my turn. Would you rather keep playing this game or let me eat you out?”
Stunned by his provocative question, though I really shouldn’t be, I gasp. “You don’t have any patience, do you?”
He trails a finger up my leg. “You’re wearing my fucking shirt, Mills, and I haven’t seen you in forever,” he says, his voice pure grit. “What do you expect?”
Throat tightening and core heating, I snuggle close, my hard nipples pressed to his chest. “Last one,” I breathe. “Would you rather wash the dishes or take out the trash when I move in?”
“Wash the— What ?” His smile shines brighter than spotlights on a stage. “You’re moving in?”
Biting back a grin, I nod, barely able to contain my excitement. In the time we’ve spent apart, I’ve realized that I’m ready for more.
He brushes his lips against my ear, eliciting a trail of goose bumps down my arm. “Would you rather have my cum all over your tits or my cum in your pussy?”
“P-pussy. Definitely.”
“I wanna hear you beg for it.” He tucks my damp hair behind my ear and rests his hand at my throat.
“Please, Ezra. Make love to me and come inside me.”
With a guttural growl, he pins me on my back. “Take off this fucking—” He claws at my shirt, and when he sees I’m wearing nothing underneath, he groans. “You naughty girl. You’ve been laying on my bed with no panties this whole time?”
I capture my bottom lip between my teeth. “When does Kane get back?”
“Not for a few hours.”
While he clumsily sheds his shorts, I whip the T-shirt over my head. Once we’re both naked and his hard cock is on display, he gives it a stroke, then uses it to slap my pussy.
My core contracts, and my arousal soaks my inner thighs.
“Spread ’em. Show Daddy his pussy.”
With one hand, I spread my lips, presenting the main event.
Swiping a hand down his beard, he studies me with an intense adoration. “You’re perfect.” This sentiment is whispered to my pussy. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, his jaw ticking, he says, “ You’re perfect.”
He slaps my pussy with his cock again, sending electricity sparking through me. “You like that?” The smile in his eyes contains a sensuous flame.
Warm pleasure rushes through my veins. I have to touch him. Now.
I reach for him, but he grasps my wrist before I can wrap my fingers around his length .
“I want it.” I tug, but he doesn’t release me. “Give me your cock, please.”
He arches a thick brow. “Now who’s the impatient one?”
“Ezra. So help me god,” I grit out. I’m writhing beneath him like a pathetic kitten. “If you don’t fuck me right n?—”
He slams into me, and I cry out. Holy fuck. I’ll feel him inside me until New Year’s.
Above me, he trembles, a whimper escaping him. A fucking whimper . It’s single-handedly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. And I work for an erotic stories app—I know sexy.
“Fuck, I missed you.” His dick twitches inside me and my pussy clamps around him in response. We missed you too .
“Move, baby. I need you to move,” I gasp. My heart is fighting to leap out of my chest.
An agonized expression floods his face. “I can’t fucking move, or I’ll explode.”
He’s defenseless, exposed, and so fucking handsome right now.
I reach between us, holding the base of his shaft, my pussy clenching around him.
“Not helping,” he grouses.
With my free hand, I trace the edge of his beard near his ear, and he turns his head to delicately kiss my palm. I slip my fingers behind his neck and pull him in until his forehead rests against mine.
Though I long to keep touching him, I release his length and rub circles over my clit. Ezra pants against my lips, sucking in gasps of air like his life depends on it.
The familiar feeling of ecstasy swirls deep in my core, and in response, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
“You gonna come with me, baby?”
An incoherent noise escapes my lips. With both hands, I tug him flush against me by his ass, his muscles clenching in restraint beneath my grip.
Focus fixed on his face, I undulate my hips. “I love you.”
He draws back slowly, slowly , before sliding in to the hilt again. “I love you too.”
With precision, he glides back, then thrusts into me, over and over, his lips still pressed to mine.
I swallow his cries of pleasure and relinquish mine to him. Warmth floods my channel, and my orgasm sucks in every last drop of his release.
Still inside me, he nuzzles into my neck, kissing my pulse point. We stay there for I don’t know how long before our muscles finally relax and he’s forced to slip out of me.
He kneels between my legs, sweat glistening at his hairline and across his chest. “Let me see it.”
Clenching my core, I obey.
In wonderment, he watches his cum leak from my pussy. He gathers it with his fingertips and shoves it back into my cunt, and now I’m the one whimpering. “There you go, honey. Save that for round two.”