Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
K ori.
How?
Sex. Nasty, kinky, scream-my-name fulfilling sex would be a perfect way to show gratitude.
No, stop it. You absolutely can not sleep with this man.
“A simple thank you will do,” I breathed with no conviction and from the way his lips lifted slightly at the corners, he knew I just lied.
“A thank you. That’s it?”
“Mmhmm?”
With a slight shift, his lips met mine. No pressure or intent, just there, touching, taunting me.
“You sure?”
Oh God.
His tongue eased out and glided across the seam of my mouth seconds before he actually kissed me and for the second time in my life, I understood the saying a kiss was everything. Women used that verbiage all the time. I never had because I had yet to be inspired enough by a kiss to do so, until tonight. The first one was everything and also a daunting reality that just one would never be enough and now this one, the second kiss, was ranking at everything 2.0 .
His hands found their way to my hips which he tugged roughly until I was no longer seated and instead flush against him. I had no idea when he stood but at this moment we were both on our feet, me leaning into Ezren and him holding me in place so I couldn’t escape.
Not that I want to.
The longer we kissed, the more I felt him grow against me. The firmness of him digging into my stomach had me moaning with need, anticipation.
Wait… no. I’m not doing this.
Yes, you are.
Apparently he answered because one of those hands which had been gripping my hip, dipped into my shorts and panties and I felt the warmth of those eager fingers I had been oh so curious about and they didn’t disappoint. They quickly picked up the same rhythm of his tongue against mine expertly massaging and oh…
Thrusting…
“Are we doing this, Ri?” His scratchy voice left his mouth and entered mine.
Yes, yes, fuck yes.
“I don’t know, are we?” I panted, not wanting to be the deciding factor. When he retreated and his hand stilled, I regretted not delivering clarity.
“Kori, tell me what you want. Either we stop or…”
“Keep going, please.”
“You sure?” His brows pinched while he waited and I could see his restraint was weakening.
“Yes, positive, please, keep going.”
His mouth clashed with mine and those fingers, those gloriously skilled fingers, didn’t disappoint. His brown orbs remained fastened to mine until they dropped low to see where he was touching me. Mine followed and although his hand was hidden beneath my shorts, there was no way he didn’t know every stroke made me wetter than the one before until his fingers were coated and slipping in and out of me with ease.
He swore under his breath but didn’t let up. Not even when my pitch heightened and I began to tremble, locking his hand securely between my thighs.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I could hear the panic in my own voice. “Wait, too much…”
“Like hell. No waiting, Ri, let that shit go,” he growled, capturing my mouth again. One or two, possibly even three, of his fingers went deep inside me while his thumb ground hard and fast over my clit. My body bucked violently, my muscles tightening around his fingers over and over again until I stopped fighting it and allowed the destruction to take over.
This had to be one of the most intense and gratifying sexual moments I’d ever experienced. Before I could completely recover from my high, my shorts were being yanked over my hips and while I worked to step out of them, my arms were guided over my head followed by my shirt. A quick draft chilled my skin, causing me to gasp, but it left moments later when soft warm lips made contact with my aching nipples one by one. At that point I was all in and my eyes slammed shut to fully enjoy every single touch.
My feet left the floor and we were moving. I clung to Ezren with my legs secured tightly around his waist. I had no idea where we were going because my head was back and my eyes remained closed but my bare ass eventually landed on a sleek, cool surface.
Kitchen counter.
Okay I can work with this.
My eyes were open now, watching the determination etched on his face. His mouth was everywhere. My neck, my chin, my mouth, my breasts, and I loved it all. I felt it all. Nothing had ever been as satisfying. Something beside us moved or made noise. A clanking of some type but I was too caught up to care. There was shifting and fumbling between us and then…
I felt him.
Oh boy did I feel him but my mind sharpened instantly.
“Condom.”
“Already on.”
Fuck, when did that happen? My eyes lowered and shifted to the left of us. Oh, so that was the clanking noise… a lidded, porcelain jar that held condoms.
Great, how often did he sex women in kitchens that it prompted him to stash condoms in a cookie jar?
“Stop. The house is new. The jar is new, the condoms are just in case. I’ll explain later.”
“Get out of my head,” I mumbled and he grinned.
“No problem. I’d rather get in here instead.”
Holy fuck.
One thrust, one very long thrust that filled me to the point of complete awareness. Awareness that Ezren was doing a little housekeeping. Yep, sure was. Knocking those cobwebs right on out. While one hand was locked firmly at my hip, the thumb of his other caressed the lower curve of my breast. Shortly after it brushed over my nipple, which was aching for attention. He didn’t allow much delay before he pinched hard and caught my cry of pleasure with his mouth landing hard on mine.
And then came the cocky grin and taunting.
“You good?”
“Great actually, but I’d be better if you’d stop talking and…”
“Shit.”
He chuckled before I had his mouth on mine and his tongue doing wicked, wicked things. A combination of faint moans and heavy breaths that blended together to the point where I couldn’t decipher mine from his. It didn’t matter.
What mattered was the feel of him, in me, on me, all around me. The steady pace he created, forcing his way in deep.
Oh so very deep.
Us together right now was pure insanity and I fully embraced this desperate need. That was the only way to describe what I was experiencing.
The next morning, I shifted sluggishly, searching for comfort and an unfamiliar feeling caused my body to tense with alarm. I was not alone, which brought back flashes and memories of Ezren. The last one being of him capturing one of many orgasms with his mouth, muffling the sound of his name as I praised him through my last one.
Shit, I did that.
We did that.
And here we were, still tangled together on the sectional where our second, third, hell fourth, round took place.
As carefully as possible, I removed myself from the sofa and him and went on a scavenger hunt to find my clothes using the memories of last night to determine their location.
I quickly dressed then glanced over my shoulder at Ezren who was still completely naked. All of his glory on display. Smooth brown skin, a beautiful display of ink and muscles.
He was truly noteworthy. I turned to study him further, taking in the serene look on his face. He was completely at peace. I grinned, allowing my teeth to sink into my lip, knowing I played a role in his peaceful existence. The reminder had my eyes tracking just past his waist, down his thighs, and…
Aw, there it is.
I tensed as my weight shifted from one foot to the other, the soreness between my thighs very present and very real, but unfortunately, I had work to do. It was Monday morning and I had to complete what was left of cleaning this house, so I could get paid.
Sleeping with Ezren was perfection but it was also not why I was here. I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted any more than I had already. Enjoying one last peek, I then hurried up the stairs to my room to shower and dress.
By noon, I was pretty much done cleaning the entire house, although I skipped Ezren’s room. Speaking of, I hadn’t seen him since I crept out of the basement, but he’d been heavy on my mind.
The things he shared about Stoned Heart and how it was connected to his father had me emotionally spent. I could imagine how many people had assumed the same as I had. The lyrics were inspired by a broken heart, and they had been, only not in the way I assumed. His heart had been broken by the loss of someone who meant the world to him.
Last night he was vulnerable. He shared a piece of himself I was willing to bet he’d never shared with anyone else. The sex it inspired was beautiful, emotional, and intense.
I froze as a thought seeped into my awareness. Did he…
No.
What we shared had nothing to do with him using me, searching for inspiration for his next platinum hit.
Right?
I wanted to believe that last night was just a mutually needed connection of two people needing an escape.
But I couldn’t completely ignore the wary feeling that settled into the pit of my stomach.
Either way, what did it matter? It was a one-time thing. The man clearly admitted to never being in love and never having been in a relationship. It wasn’t as if one night would totally rewire the guy.
And why did I care?
It was just sex. Earth shattering sex, with world renowned orgasms I was sure I’d be chasing for the rest of my life, but still just sex nonetheless. My priorities were set in stone and they did not include an entanglement with a man like Ezren or being another one of his disposable muses.
Work.
Save money.
Figure out my life.
Standing from my crouched position in the last guest room, I got back to cleaning. I lifted the empty mop bucket, taking it to the bathroom. Once I filled it with water and added the right mix of cleaning solution, I removed my phone from the waistband of my spandex shorts and unpaused the last playlist I’d been enjoying.
I grinned as Lauryn Hill’s “Ex-Factor” blasted in my ears while I plunged the microfiber mop into the blue tinted water seconds later.
Dancing along as I belted out the lyrics, I got lost in my own little world.