Chapter 5
Chapter Five
MAURICIO
I moved the phone from my ear and put Ezra on speaker to check the picture he texted me. If I could have come again a second time so quickly, the photograph of his cum-covered stomach would have done it for me. It gratified me to no end that I was responsible for such a beautiful mess. “That’s museum-worthy art.”
His laughter was so free and lighthearted, endearing him to me even further. “Want to compare canvases?”
I returned the favor by sending him a snapshot of the evidence of how much I had enjoyed our impromptu phone sex. “Something tells me you’ll be pleased.” I certainly was.
He hummed with pleasure when he received the proof of how satisfying our session had been for me. “Oh, I’m more than pleased. I’m ready to lick that off you and go for round two as soon our bodies can handle it.”
Since I was feeling bold after my orgasm, I didn’t let my apprehensions hold me back like I normally would have. There was something almost magical about Ezra that freed me from my normal restraints of decency. “Hopefully, our rematch will be in person next time.”
“Oh, you can guarantee it will be. If jerking off thinking about you felt this good, getting to be with you for real is going to be amazing .” He moaned, stirring my desires once more, although my body was still down for the count.
“I’ll make sure of it.” It was a promise I was more than qualified to follow through on once I had time to recover.
He laughed again. “Can I tell you how I’m super glad you received my Van Gogh sketch and not some little old lady? Because this was a better turnout than even my most optimistic fantasies of how my experiment would turn out. It certainly beats the hell out of Granny giving me a lecture for being naughty by doodling on money.”
“Unlike Granny, I’m thrilled by how naughty you are in every regard.” I chuckled when he snickered at my comment. “I feel like I hit the lottery. A gay, sexy artist with a playful spirit is almost too good to be true. Not to mention how talented you are is incredibly arousing.”
“We definitely owe fate a cupcake for introducing us. Actually, we might need to upgrade to an entire cake since fate was so generous.”
His reaction made me chuckle. “I was unaware that cake was fate’s preferred currency. What’s the exchange rate?”
“There’s a flavor hierarchy that must be obeyed, lest you lose fate’s favor,” he said in mock seriousness before we both laughed. “I offered a vanilla cake pop sacrifice when I handed over my sketched bill, so I’m guessing it’s fate’s new favorite flavor of the month.”
Even though it was a joke, I was still curious. “What about the time before that?”
“I submitted a red velvet cake, hoping I’d score a showing at a gallery. Fate accepted it and blessed me with a sold-out exhibition.”
“Did you bake it yourself?”
He snorted like it was a ridiculous question. “Definitely not. If I baked it, fate would never accept it because I’m a disaster in the kitchen. I leave that up to the professionals.”
“Well, it seems like I need to start taking lessons on fate’s cake code if I want to get ahead in this world.” I leaned over to grab a tissue from my nightstand to clean off my stomach when something occurred to me that made me laugh. “Wow, talk about a coincidence. Maybe there’s some truth in your theory.”
I could almost hear his grin through the phone. “What makes you say that?”
“I ordered two vanilla cake pops with my coffee at the café.”
He laughed with delight. “That’s perfect! Absolutely perfect. I told you, it’s a little-known fact that fate loves cake.”
“I’ll have to remember next time I need help with something in the future.”
“Speaking of the future, what do you say to us starting ours together by meeting up tomorrow night?”
In my orgasmic haze, he could have asked me to elope with him, and I probably would have agreed after such a strange and magical evening with him. “I think it sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”