Chapter 6 #6
“Fucking finally.” His grunt is filled with bliss and satisfaction as he grinds his entire, raw cock in the deepest part of me, head tilted all the way back, hips slowly rolling, mouth open to let out the sexiest groans I’ve ever heard.
My insides feel full and warm, and everywhere he touches tingles. It stings. It feels fucking amazing. It’s not an object inside me like last time. It’s a cock. A big, warm, hard, thick one.
I wiggle to try to mitigate the throbbing ache inside me when he yanks my waist and hits my sweet spot again. Pleasure jolts through me with such intensity that I yelp, and before I know it, I’m coming for the second time. Waves of rapture overwhelm me, and I can’t stop shaking.
“Fuck, yes!” Ezra snarls, then grabs my hips in a bruising grip and hammers into me. “I’m going to make it so you can’t function without my cock stuffed inside of you.”
“Ezra!” I yell, drunk on the bliss he’s making me feel.
He thrusts in deep, then grinds to keep himself there.
His dick is filling me to the brink, and I can’t get enough.
I wrap my legs around him, and his substantial weight settles on top of me.
Still, I don’t feel smothered. I feel so good floating on cloud nine.
Our tongues twist together as his big hands trail down my bare sides and land on my ass, squeezing each cheek into his big hands.
A shiver runs through me. I can’t get enough of his hungry, warm mouth.
His sweet taste has quickly become my favorite treat.
He’s fucking into me again in small, shallow movements that keep him buried inside me. My hands are clawing at his back as I experience aftershocks of my orgasm. My sated dick is leaking while his abs rub against it.
“There’s only room for my cock in this tight, little virgin hole,” he snarls, upping his tempo. There’s a wild look in his eyes as he mercilessly pounds my hole. “You’re going to make me come and milk every last drop.”
Holy crap, his dirty talk. I squirm and squeeze my inner muscles around him as strongly as I can. The moans he voices, like he’s never felt anything so good, make me feel so sexy.
“I’ll come inside you,” he says between gritted teeth.
“Do it,” I hear myself whisper. He kisses me hard while rutting into me like an animal in heat.
“Mine,” he growls, his eyes turn dark, the vein on his forehead starts pulsing, and he shoves his dick all the way in. He’s coming inside me. Stuffing me…the thought almost makes me climax again.
His sweaty body drops on top of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying his nearness. I had sex. I finally had sex. With Ezra. And I have no regrets. It was the best thing I’ve ever done. Out of this world good.
I almost snort at my foggy glasses. I start caressing his hair while his heart rate slows down and his breath comes out steadily again.
I don’t know what the protocol is after fooling around, but I like this.
As soon as that thought forms, Ezra pulls out and rolls off me, leaving a cold, desolate space where he used to be.
Not for long, though. After typing something on his phone, he pulls me on my side, face-to-face with him, hooks my leg up on his hip, and fills my empty hole with his cock once again.
It stings, but I love the feel of it inside me.
Gods, he’s so handsome. His hair is tousled because of me, lips red, still my fault, that light stubble covering his chin felt good when we kissed.
I like him so much. He is holding a lip balm.
He twists it and then gently applies it to my lower lip.
It smells like peach, my favorite. He then adjusts my glasses and brushes his finger on my temple.
How can this stern-looking man be so sweet?
The starving wolf has disappeared, letting the dog take his place.
“What you said before, was it sex talk or did you really mean it?” I blurt out. I can’t help it. I need to know what this is. Between us. If he only wants sex, it’s okay, but I need to protect my heart, because I could easily fall in love with him.
“Which part?” He kisses me and then licks his lips, nodding approvingly.
“About wanting to keep me with you?”
“I always mean what I say.”
“Is that a yes?” I want to be extra sure, because this still feels a little unreal to me.
He kisses me again and then nips my lips, owning my mouth once again. “Yes.”
“Okay.” I grin, unable to stop my happiness from coming out of me.
“My demands will become only more excessive,” he warns me.
If he knew the dirty dreams I’ve been having and the resulting jerk-off sessions I’ve had in bed and in the shower while thinking about him…I think that my crush is more of a fixation at this point.
“You’re always in my head,” I confess.
A flash of raw emotion I can’t quite put a name to flits across Ezra’s face, then it disappears to reveal a blank slate.
“Sometimes I wish I could read your mind so I could eavesdrop on what’s going on,” he reveals, making me smile once again.
“Are you jealous of my inner thoughts?” I tease him. He has a little scar on his forehead. I brush it with my finger.
He seems to ponder it, but doesn’t give me a reply. He keeps caressing my neck.
“You shouldn’t be,” I add. “My thoughts get pretty dark.”
His chuckle surprises me. “You have no idea what dark is, Little Chick.”
Don’t I? “Sometimes I think…” I start in a soft whisper.
“What?” he urges me to continue.
“It’d be better if I were nothing. Had nobody. It would be easier to…end.”
He nods. “It definitely would be easy. But I fail to see the charm in easy things. They are boring.”
I didn’t expect such a reply. I know he’s a psychopath; his reaction to emotional subjects is very different from that of people without the condition. I’ve been around Raphael and Uriel for a while now, so I sort of know what to expect.
“Is that why you’ve been stalking me? Because it was entertaining?”
“You certainly are.” He thrusts his hips upward, pushing his still-hard cock a little deeper inside me and making me almost choke on air. “Just remember you’re allowed to run away if you run to me and only me, Sully Carver.”
I should feel uneasy, scared by the level of obsession and dominance in his words.
But I’m not, which says a lot about me. I’m relieved, instead.
Since the attack, I’ve lived in constant fear that it would happen again, and it did.
This time, though, Ezra was there. I wasn’t taken away, confused, frightened, and hopeless.
A tear starts falling down my cheek, but I wipe it off as quickly as I can. He’s still here.
“I know nothing about you,” I tell him, brushing my fingers over his chest. I like the curly hair covering his pecs. It’s soft.
“And you want to?” he asks, looking straight into my eyes.
“Yes. Like these Band-Aids?” I raise my hand with the pink plasters.
“I should have shattered that dickhead’s skull,” he hisses, looking down at them.
So, he didn’t then. “What happened to that dickhead?” I should have asked as soon as I woke up. Did he kill him? Let him go? But do I really want to know?
The doorbell rings, halting his answer.
“I ordered some food.”
Don’t go, I want to say but who likes a clingy guy?
Ezra pulls out of me once again. Before releasing me, he presses his nose into my hair and draws in a deep breath.
“Sex smells good on you,” he rumbles. Then he lets me go and leaves the bed. I look at him as he pulls his jeans on. His ass is as incredible as his cock. Round, muscular, a little fuzz covers it. Makes me want to pinch it.
He walks out, and I decide to visit the bathroom.
My ass stings when I stand up—and fall down on the bed.
I try it again. His cum starts leaking out, and with every awkward step, I remember why.
It makes me smile like an idiot. I use the paper tissues from the box on the small table near the window, making a mess, dropping sticky tissue everywhere.
But I don’t care. I’m not a virgin anymore!
I want to scream it, but maybe I should just settle for a text to Brad. Later.
The bedroom is large. I like the dark tones of the furniture contrasting with the light color of the walls, sheets, and curtains. The water-blue carpet reminds me of a calm sea, and the ceramic statue of a white cat on the chest of drawers of Pink.
I throw all the tissues in the waste basket.
Doing it without a condom was stupid of me.
It felt hot to have him bareback inside, and when he came and filled me up?
My soaked ass clenches eagerly at the memory.
But I could see how experienced Ezra was in bed.
I need to talk to him and be more careful next time.
Because there is going to be a next time. Yay!
I see a green hoodie on the chair, it smells like Ezra.
I wear it before walking into the hallway.
The first room is a bathroom. I get in and close the door.
I relieve myself and wash my hands—the water comes out of the faucet too strongly, getting the front of the hoodie wet.
Fuck. I could change, but I want to keep wearing it and I’m actually hungry.
The fabric is not drenched. I’ll be fine.
As I dry my hands, I notice that the hand soap is the same brand I usually buy.
One of the toothbrushes in the cup on the sink looks like the one I use, the brand-new toothpaste as well.
I look around and find all my favorite toiletries, the crossword puzzle magazine I like, and the book I’m reading right now.
Wow. This level of knowledge means Ezra watched me closer than I thought. But how close?
I leave the bathroom, and as I walk toward the noises coming from the end of the hallway, I slide my hands into the hoodie’s pockets. I find two empty bags of M&M’s. That explains the sweet chocolaty taste when he kissed me. Does he like them that much?