Chapter 24
24
Millie
It’s my voice .
Jules, really.
Holding my breath, I creep closer to the partially open door and feast on the image spread out before me. Ezra’s back is to me, but I can see the entire front side of his torso in the mirror. His shorts are pulled down just enough for his cock to be exposed, and he’s got one hand splayed on the counter for support and the other wrapped around his shaft.
When he tugs along his length and stops at the tip, it’s confirmed: my fake husband does have dick bling.
I smother my gasp with my hand and take a step back.
But it’s too late. He lifts his head and locks eyes with me in the mirror. “Don’t you fucking move.”
Feet planted firmly on the ground, I slowly push open the door.
“Did you think I wouldn’t see you, blondie?” Stroking his cock, he keeps his focus fixed on my reflection. This man sleeps nude every night; I should have known he wouldn’t be shy .
A shiver rushes down my spine, and not from my wet bathing suit.
“I’ve been so good for you. I want a taste of you. I’m begging you, please,” Jules says from Ezra’s phone.
“Th-that’s me. Did you know?” I ask, barely above a whisper.
His jaw goes rigid. “Of course I fucking know.”
“How?”
Ezra smirks, the expression menacing. “I knew the second you called me Daddy.”
My stomach flip-flops. Oh. That’s what that look was about. I clutch my hands to my chest. “I knew you had a daddy kink.”
When he doesn’t respond, I venture a step back. “I, um, I’ll leave you to it, then.” I salute. Like an idiot.
“Stay.” It’s a command, not a request.
“What?”
He’s still facing the mirror, hand locked around his length. It’s taking everything in me not to stare at it.
It’s a beautiful fucking cock.
“Now that I have the real thing in front of me, I don’t want that .” He juts his chin toward his phone. Jules—er, me —is moaning now. “Plus, you can’t look away. You want to stay, don’t you?”
“I do not?—”
“Liar.” His words are sharp, accusatory.
I bite my bottom lip, desperately reeling in a smirk.
“So what happens next?” He taps Pause on his phone with his free hand.
“Huh?”
“In the story,” he clarifies. “She was just about to get on her knees. You were about to get on your knees.” He quirks a brow, those dark eyes almost black.
“You want me to act it out ?” I damn near choke.
“You said you’re a good actress. Show me. ”
Oh fuck, he’s serious. Heat pools in my belly as my heart takes off at a sprint.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t remember what happens in the story next; it’s one of my more recent recordings, as well as a favorite. Jules is a teasing brat in this scene. Narrating it was a blast, and I got myself off in record time afterward. Perks of the job.
Ezra turns to face me, still holding his dick.
As if an invisible force is pulling me in, I step forward. A look of trepidation passes between us, but I find myself removing my sarong and kneeling on the plush bathmat before him.
I’m used to performing live in front of hundreds of people, but I’ve never been more nervous than I am right now, with an audience of one.
“Do you consent?” he whispers.
Without hesitation, I nod.
As he slides his shorts down his thighs and steps out of them, I clear my throat, preparing myself to step into my role as Jules. Tilting my chin up, voice lower and grittier than usual, I ask, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy ?”
Above me, Ezra’s throat bobs sharply, and he juts his chin.
“Too bad,” I rasp. “You’ll have to wait.”
His hooded eyes narrow. “You fucking brat. That’s not what happens next.”
I raise a brow. Oh, he’s already listened to this one, has he? “Do you want me to do this or not?”
“Go on,” he grits out.
“Stroke yourself for me.”
He huffs an exasperated breath, but he obeys.
While he works himself over, I take the opportunity to study what we’re working with. With my mostly dry hair gathered over one shoulder, I angle in a fraction .
Silently, he guides his cock toward his abdomen, exposing the underside of his shaft, where four small silver barbells reside.
Fuck. I’ve never been with a pierced man before. I’m dying to find out if it’s worth the hype.
“Like what you see?”
I nod.
“I can tell. You’re a fucking whore for it, aren’t you?” He clutches my hair and tugs, yanking my head back so I’m forced to look at him. He studies me intently, I assume, to see if I’ll change my mind. When I lift my chin higher, he says, “Now be my good little slut and tell me what happens next.”
He releases his grip, and I straighten my shoulders and get back into character. “Yes, sir.”
“You drive me mad, Mills.”
The heat in my belly ignites when he calls me that. “Spit on your cock,” I command, sticking with the original script.
Ezra obeys, catching his saliva and rubbing it along his shaft.
“Now slowly stroke it.” I’m entranced by his every move. “That’s it. Fuck that hand. Do you wish you were fucking my mouth or my pussy right now?”
Rather than answer, he grunts, his hips jerking, his length sliding through his fist.
“Or maybe you’d want to take my ass.” I keep my focus fixed on the sight before me. “Is that what you want? Me on all fours, my tight hole hungry for your cock? Spit on it again. Get it real wet for me.”
He does as he’s told. “Fuck.” His breathing is rapid, his thrusts erratic.
“Are you close?” Turning up the seduction, I steal a peek at his face. His features are pinched; he’s straining to hold back. “Let me hear you.”
He grunts .
“Louder,” I urge. “That’s it. Fuck your hand like you’re fucking me. Harder . I like it rough,” I rasp.
In response, his throaty groans fill the room.
I’m practically dripping at the sight. There’s nothing sexier than a man moaning.
I’m still on my knees, worshipping this solo act. One flick of my tongue, and I’d be touching the tip of his dick.
“Are you ready to come for me, Daddy?”
He curls over me, a hand on the countertop once again, his sweat droplets landing on my bare shoulder. “Open your mouth,” he demands.
I hold my tongue out wide, and when Ezra spits on it, my body spasms with need.
“Now suck on my dick until I come down your pretty little throat.”
With pleasure .
My core throbs with want, but I resist the urge to touch myself. Instead, I coat his cock with the mixture of our saliva, relishing the way the cool metal of his piercings feels against my tongue and fantasizing about how they’d feel in my pussy. Or my ass.
I peer up at him.
“You’re incredible,” he groans, the tendons in his neck tight.
With both hands at the back of my head, he holds me still and shoves his dick deep.
Surprised by the move, I gag on him.
“That’s it. Choke on my cock like the good little slut you are. You said you like it rough. Were you lying?”
I shake my head, my eyes watering.
“Good.”
Slam .
I clutch his muscular thighs, anchoring myself against him.
“You’re going to take my cum, honey. ”
Slam .
“Every.”
Slam.
“Last . ”
Slam .
“Drop.”
With one more thrust, he’s pouring into my mouth, and I’m doing everything I can not to make a mess of his release. The sound of his guttural moans echoing off the tile will be the soundtrack of my dreams for years to come.