Chapter Twenty-Two – Abby #2
What’s more, Ezra doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, keeps working at me, and that tongue of his puts in the overtime needed to get the project done. The project is me, and my body must have been primed by the first orgasm, because not long after that do I lose it yet again.
In fact, as time wears on, he pushes me to the brink over and over again, to the point where I am sure I’m dripping wet, ready to take him in a different way.
By the time Ezra finishes feasting on me, I’m a mess of sweaty, useless limbs.
I can hardly move, can hardly keep my eyes open.
Wave after wave of pleasure tires you out apparently; I’ve never had so many orgasms in such quick succession.
First place in the orgasm race goes to him, and his prize is—drumroll please—me.
Ezra pulls his face away from my thighs, and the look he gives me as he crawls up my body is one of pure hunger, and it tells me he isn’t finished with me just yet.
He kisses my collarbone, then my neck, and all the while he positions his cock between my legs, although by now I don’t think that hard rod needs any help finding its destination.
Like I said before, I have to be dripping after all those orgasms.
When the tip of his cock finds my entrance, I suck in a hard breath.
He pushes inside of me, filling me up, and my core accepts the new addition with no complaints whatsoever.
I’m so aroused I can hear the slickness in the air when he chooses a pace for his thrusting, and I cling to him like he’s my lifeline.
Though he’s above me, he holds onto me however he can, low grunts and moans escaping his throat every so often.
We’re tangled up like that for a long time.
Ezra, surprisingly, has a good amount of stamina, given how long he went at my clit and how long it’s surely been for him.
If you would’ve asked me, I would’ve bet money on him coming lickety-split, but I’m always happy to be proven wrong when it comes to these guys.
When I first saw them, before I knew who they were, I really thought they’d kill me.
I thought they’d discover me, possibly rape me, and then kill me.
Not once in my life have I ever been gladder to have been wrong, over and over again.
It’s like each day brings new excitement when it comes to them. I love it.
I… I really like them. It’s way too soon for that uppercase L-word, but I could see it happening, especially once we get rid of Connor.
Love isn’t too far out of the equation. Now, whether or not they would return the emotion is up for debate; they might take longer to reach it than me, and that’s okay.
I won’t push them. I understand sometimes it’s best to move slowly.
Sometimes, though? Sometimes fast is the way to go. Fast and hard, over and over again, kind of like how Ezra pounds away at me between my legs.
What started off as a steady, firm pace gives way to a faster fucking.
He turns more desperate, more needy. He fills me up so deeply I swear on my life I can feel his cock in my stomach, like he’s pushing my body to the limit, and since my body is riding high from all those orgasms, I’m close to coming again.
And I do.
He’s deep inside me when I dig my nails into his sides and come yet again. The moan that leaves me right then is different than the others. It’s deeper, more guttural. I don’t sound like myself—and that’s when you know it’s a good fucking.
My inner core clenches around his length, and Ezra shudders above me. It’s a domino effect. Me coming leads to his eruption inside of me. He lurches forward, his cock filling me up, and lets out a low rumble of a moan the same moment a low heat fills me, his hot cum.
Only when his orgasm subsides does he practically fall on top of me, breathing hard. He doesn’t pull out of me. No, but he does roll us both so that we’re on our sides, facing each other, with his cock still nestled inside me.
We both breathe hard as we gaze into each other’s eyes. He keeps an arm firmly wrapped around my back, holding me close. It’s not regret I see in his blue gaze, but there is something there that wasn’t there before, something I can’t quite name.
“You okay?” I ask in between pants.
It takes him a while to answer me, and in that stretched out silence I fear what his reply will be. I don’t think he’s regretful over what we did, but maybe he’s better at hiding his emotions than the last few days would indicate.
I wouldn’t like hearing that this was a mistake, but I would follow his lead, respect what he wants, even if I don’t agree with it.
How could I ever look at this man and think that being with him is a mistake? Each of the men in this house were practically made for me. Our hands are bloody, our hearts darker than most, and yet as hypocritical as it might be, I don’t view any of us as bad people.
“Yeah,” he finally says, his fingers stroking a circle on my lower back.
“Are you sure?” A strange thing to ask a man whose dick is still nestled inside of you, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.
Ezra nods. His blond hair is a little messy now, and his head lays beside mine on the same pillow. I see the faint smile tugging at his lips the second it appears. “I’m sure. It’s just… it’s been a long time. I was a little worried I forgot how to do it.”
A soft chuckle rises from me. “You didn’t. Trust me, you did not forget anything. You’re really good with that mouth. It’s going to be hard to look at you and not think about your tongue and all the wondrous things it can do.” I bite my bottom lip in remembrance. R.I.P. to my clit.
Now he chuckles. “I take it the others aren’t as good with their tongues?”
“Let’s just say they have some catching up to do if they want to win first place in the tongue games,” I say with a smirk. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“That you’re with them? Maybe it did, at first, but not because of jealousy or anything.
I think it had to do with everything I said before.
Granted, I’ve never, uh, done this before—never thought I would—so it’s probably going to be a bit of a learning curve.
Royal and Hawthorne are family to me. For so long, they were my life.
” He sighs, but it’s not a sad sigh. No, it’s a sound of utter contentment.
“If there’s anyone I’ll learn to share with, it’s them, and from what I heard, they already seem to be pros at it. ”
“They are pretty good at sharing,” I say. “Although I would love it if it’s less of a one-then-two thing and more of a one-and-two thing, but we can take as many baby steps as you guys need.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but then his eyes widen, as if he’s suddenly remembering something. “Shit. I didn’t even think to ask if I should pull out—”
“Relax. I have an implant. We’re covered.
Don’t need to worry about any of that right now.
We can rawdog it all we want.” When I put it like that, Ezra turns his face in toward the pillow and makes an embarrassed sound, to which I say, “Really? You’re going to act all shy and bashful when your dick is still inside me?
It might’ve worked in any other circumstance, but not this one. ”
“I’m not being bashful. It’s just… do you really have to describe it like that?”
“Got a problem with the word rawdog?”
“No, it’s just… okay, yeah, maybe I do. You could literally describe it as anything else, and it’d be better than rawdog,” he tells me.
“Big words for a man who can probably still taste me on his lips,” I say with a grin, and he matches my grin with one of his own. “How do I taste, by the way? Like gumdrops and rainbows?”
His chest rumbles with a chuckle. “I’m not sure what rainbows taste like, and even though I’ve never had any gumdrops in my life, I’m pretty sure you don’t taste like them.
” The hand he had on my back tracing circles moves to my face, where he sweeps my hair away from my eyes.
“Still, you taste pretty damn good, Abby.”
“Good enough for a future round two?”
“Round two, round three, round four… who’s counting?”
I smile at him. Just what I like to hear.
For a while, we lay there as we are, naked and sweaty, on top of the sheets. Eventually his cock slips out of me, but neither of us dare to move. It’s almost like we’re afraid that if we move, whatever spell came over us will end.
I hope it’s not a spell, a temporary thing.
I’ll accept it if it is, but I don’t want it to be.
I want him, I want Royal, and I want Hawthorne.
I want all three of them, together, apart, and every combination therein.
It might not be normal, but none of us are normal in this house.
Whether we could make this last long-term is anybody’s guess, but if anyone can make it work, it’s us: a wannabe serial killer and the team behind D.D.K.
We got this. We’ll clean up the streets one by one and then get freaky in the sheets when we’re at home. The stuff every woman’s dreams are made of.