34. Raleigh
Raleigh
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Crashing through the door of the hotel room, Ezra’s lips come down on mine with a hunger that sets my body alight. “God, I fucking love you,” he says, as we struggle to get the door closed behind us, too impatient to have one another.
I can’t help but laugh as our bodies become entwined in a frenzy of limbs as we try to tear each other’s clothes off our bodies. His shirt is first to go, followed by mine, and as he pops the button on his black jeans, I reach behind me, frantically trying to unclasp my bra. Our lips are permanently fused together, his moving over mine with the kind of skill that brings me to life.
Liquid fire pulses through my veins when he reaches around me and grabs my ass, hauling me into his strong, tattooed arms. My chest crashes against his as the three pendants hanging low around his neck squish between us.
“So, you’re not waiting on a hypothetical, huh?” I question, my words muffled between our lips.
I have so many questions about this. Like when did he write it? What was happening when he wrote it? Were we on good terms at that point, or were we still screaming at each other in restaurant bathrooms? Was he sitting on the floor, gently strumming his guitar while I slept? And more importantly, when the hell did he and the whole fucking band find time to record it, let alone polish it off for a surprise release at midnight?
The whole night has been a whirlwind.
It’s barely been an hour since the end of the show, and the news of our engagement has already made its way across the globe. I suppose that happens when there are fifty thousand people watching and recording on their smartphones.
“Not Waitin’ on a Hypothetical” is also making a splash. Though all their songs always have, but being the first release since Axel’s death and having everyone use the sound when they post about our engagement, it’s already soaring, and I couldn’t be prouder.
The guys are killing it, but so are we.
After the show, Lenny insisted that we have a whole team celebration and party the night away, and while Ezra and I were more than on board to celebrate, we could barely make it two seconds before rushing back to the hotel to spend the night wrapped in each other’s arms. But I’ve gotta give it to them, tonight has been an incredible night, and it’s definitely worth celebrating. We wrapped the tour, got engaged mid-show, announced the surprise midnight release of a new single, and gave at least fifty thousand people an early performance of the song.
Tonight hasn’t just been incredible, it’s been fucking wild. Though something tells me the wild nature of the night is only just beginning.
“Mmmm, you liked that little surprise, did you?” Ezra murmurs against my lips as he strides toward the bed, my legs locked around his waist.
“That was more than just a surprise,” I say. “You bamboozled me.”
“Bamboozled?”
“Uh-huh,” I laugh.
His lips pull into a wicked grin against mine. “I’ve not even begun to bamboozle you yet, Rae,” he tells me, grabbing my hips and throwing me down on the bed. I crash against the mattress, looking up at him as he grabs my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed, a thrill racing through my veins.
His jeans are still on but unbuttoned, and I see just how much his cock is straining to be released, but he ignores it as his fingers brush down my waist, sending a wave of goosebumps soaring across my skin. “You’re mine, Rae,” he murmurs as his fingers lower to my jeans.
The excitement is too much, and I can’t figure out how to form a sentence as he pops the button of my jeans and slowly drags the denim down my thighs, taking my thong along with it. When the material hits the ground, he drags his gaze over my body before stopping at the apex of my thighs and rolling his tongue over his bottom lip, a deep hunger flashing in his eyes.
“Open for me, Rae,” he rumbles through the darkened hotel room. “Let me see how ready you are.”
My heart races as I bite down on my bottom lip, propping myself on my elbows as I slowly begin to spread my thighs, feeling like a fucking goddess with the kind of power that could bring a man to his knees.
“Mmmm,” he groans, dropping his fingers to my knee and slowly trailing them higher and higher until there’s nowhere further for them to go. I gasp as they brush against my clit, my hips jolting with wild anticipation. “You like that, baby?”
I nod, swallowing hard as I watch his every movement.
He touches me again, this time a little harder, and when a deep groan rumbles through my chest, his lips kick up into a seductive grin. “Oh yes, you do like that.” His fingers remain at my core, and when they lower and brush over my opening, my walls clench with desperation. “Look how hungry you are for me.”
I tilt my head back, needing to glance away for just a moment to regain just a fraction of control, but when he pushes two thick fingers inside of me, every shred of that control vanishes into thin air. “Oh fuck,” I groan as he takes it slowly, rotating his fingers deep inside of me and massaging my walls from within.
It’s like a fucking waterfall. I’ve never been so ready.
In. Out. In. Out.
He fucks me with his fingers, and with each skillful thrust, my body trembles with need. I’m already falling apart, already a fucking mess for this man. “God, Ezra. Take me,” I beg.
“Patience, my sweet Rae,” he murmurs. “I’ll take you in good time, but not before I’ve had my fill of you.”
He keeps tormenting me with his fingers, and as he reaches his thumb to my clit and rolls it in tight, perfect circles, I shatter like glass beneath him. My hips frantically jolt with elation as my walls spasm around his fingers, coming hard and fast as Ezra watches me through a hungry, hooded stare.
“That’s my girl,” he rumbles, keeping his fingers moving. “Come undone for me.”
My moans fill the room, and I reach down between my legs, feeling him as his fingers slowly work my pussy, moving in and out of me, turning and twisting with skilled perfection. I’m fucking soaked for him, and the scent of my arousal is thick in the air. When I come down from my high, and he slowly pulls his fingers free, I watch as he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
“Hmmmmm,” he groans as I sit up, and before I even know what’s happening, his lips are on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and letting me taste my arousal. “See how fucking sweet you are, baby? How could I ever resist you?”
I sit balanced on the very edge of the mattress, and when he drops to his knees before me and holds my stare, my excitement becomes too much.
Ezra pushes my thighs wider, and as his gaze sails down my body and lands directly at my core, he looks as though all his Christmases have come at once. My hand knots into the back of his hair as he lifts my thighs over his shoulders, and the movement sends me crashing back to the mattress.
“Oh God,” I groan, and then his mouth is there, closing over my pussy. His tongue flicks past my sensitive clit, and my body trembles, still so worked up from my earlier orgasm. He focuses there, his tongue working me like a god as my whole body becomes his to command.
He sucks, nips, and licks, giving me pressure right where I need it, and my back arches off the bed, the intense pleasure overwhelming my system.
He reaches beneath his chin, pushing his fingers inside of me and working me harder than before as my walls clench around him. It’s more than I can bear, and as my body thrashes, his other hand moves to my stomach and holds me still.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, reaching down and knotting my fingers into his hair again, holding him so damn tight as his tongue rolls over my clit again and again. I gasp and rock my hips, grinding against his expert tongue, and when he curls his fingers inside of me, I cry out, my whole body jolting with raw pleasure.
“EZRA!”
He groans against my pussy, and the vibrations from his mouth do wicked things to me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
His fingers dive deeper, hitting that spot over and over as I start to see stars dancing in my vision. My back arches off the mattress again, this time not capable of being contained by Ezra’s hold over my stomach.
That familiar coil builds inside, rapidly demanding release, and as it gets tighter and tighter, my body squirms faster. “Oh God,” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Please.”
I can’t hold on to it a moment longer, and as he sucks my clit into his mouth and plunges his fingers deep inside of me, I come again, the intensity rocking through me like a million fireworks exploding over and over.
It pulses through my body, and I throw my head back as I cry out his name. “OH FUCK, EZRA!”
My back arches, and as the intensity grows, his hand shoots up my body, cupping my tit before slowly rolling my nipple between his skilled fingers. His tongue doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop teasing and filling me with the sweetest satisfaction.
My thighs try to close around him, but he doesn’t dare move, more than willing to be suffocated between my legs rather than risking pulling away. He elicits more from me as his fingers curl and massage against my G-spot, knowing exactly how to find it, and good God, does he work me just right.
My walls shatter, wildly convulsing around his thick fingers as my hips frantically jolt. I clench my eyes, and my fingers and toes begin to curl until I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. Too intense.
He keeps driving me crazy, until finally, I reach my climax, and I start coming back down. My chest heaves with each new breath, and when Ezra eases up on my clit, my whole body goes limp around him.
“That . . .” I breathe, not being able to string a full sentence together. “So good.”
Ezra grins as he gets back to his feet, but the way he looks at me warns me that he’s not nearly through with me yet.
His knee presses against the mattress beside my thigh as his opposite hand comes down beside my shoulder, and not a moment later, his other arm is locked around my waist, dragging me back up the mattress until my head is against the pillow. “Do you have any fucking idea how sweet you taste?” he murmurs, hovering over me.
I shake my head. “You’ll have to show me.”
With that, Ezra drops his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, and while any lingering taste of my arousal is long gone, I still appreciate the sentiment.
I groan into his mouth before hooking my leg over his hip, using it to roll us over, and giving me control. “You know,” I murmur, hovering over him. “I bet I don’t taste nearly half as good as you do.”
His brow arches, and as a wicked grin stretches across my lips, I crawl down his sculpted body, the anticipation of taking him in my mouth giving me all the energy in the world.
Reaching his waist, I shimmy his jeans down just enough to release his straining cock, and the moment I curl my hand around his thick base and take in the piercing at his tip and those angry veins, my mouth starts to water.
Glancing up, I meet Ezra’s stare, and I love how focused he is. His gaze is hooded, and as I lean closer toward his tip and my tongue darts out over my bottom lip, his breath catches in his throat.
God, I love that I have this effect on him.
A thrill shoots through me, and I put on my best performance, letting my tongue do the work just as his did. Starting from the tip, I roll my tongue over his piercing before slowly trailing it down the length of his huge cock and back up, then as I reach the top, I close my mouth over him and get to work.
Balancing on my knees, I use both hands, working him the way I know he likes it—one hand moving up and down, following the movements of my mouth, and the other squeezing at his base. My tongue doesn’t stop roaming, exploring every inch of him, and as I feel him right at the back of my throat, his deep groan rumbles through the room.
I take him further, pushing myself to my limits and testing my gag reflexes, and when his hand knots into my hair, and his hips jolt with need, I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.”
I don’t dare stop, feeling as my pussy throbs with need, desperate to ride him and feel the way my walls stretch around him. God, I need to take him deep, hard, fast, and wild.
My cheeks hollow out as I suck, and when I roll my tongue over his piercing again, his grip tightens in my hair, pulling me back. “Fuck, Rae. If you keep going like that, this’ll end right here, and I’m not nearly through with you.”
I wipe my thumb across my bottom lip, never so crazed in my life, and as I sit up, I keep my other hand moving, slowly taking him up and down as my thumb rolls over his tip. “Oh really?” I ask, slightly disappointed that I didn’t get to finish him off, but we have our whole lives for that.
Ezra reaches for me again, and I shake my head. “Uh-uh,” I say, crawling back up his body and straddling his waist. “You had your turn to make me come, and now it’s my turn, and I intend to take my time.”
His brows arch, and I don’t hesitate, gripping that thick cock before rising up on my knees and guiding him to my entrance. Then as I feel him right where I want him, I grasp the headboard and slowly lower myself down.
My body trembles as I take him inch by inch, feeling the way my walls stretch around his impressive size. I’ve never felt so full. “Baby,” he groans, grasping my hips, and at the sound of his strained voice, everything clenches. He sucks in a short breath. “You’re fucking killing me.”
A wicked grin stretches across my face as I drop the rest of the way, bottoming out and taking all he has to offer, I circle my hips and watch as he falls apart.
“Rae,” he warns, having to grip my hips tighter and hold me still. “If you’re not going to play fair, I’ll have no choice but to flip you over and take that pretty ass.”
I circle my hips again. “You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge, knowing damn well he would.
His cock flinches within me, and seeing he’s at the end of his patience, I give him what he needs, rising to my knees until I feel his tip right at my entrance before dropping back down. My pussy clenches around him as my eyes roll with pure satisfaction, and I can’t help but do it again.
“Oh God,” I groan, dropping one of my hands to his strong chest.
“That’s right, baby. Take it all.”
I pick up my pace, riding him like a fucking cowgirl, and just because I can’t help myself, I circle my hips at the same time, grinding against his pelvis while bouncing up and down his cock. I take him all, and as he thrusts his hips, I cry out with intense pleasure.
“Fuck,” I pant, my pussy already trembling. “I can’t. I’m going to—”
He doesn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence before grabbing me and shoving me down on the mattress, my knees up under me with my ass high in the air. Ezra quickly positions himself behind me, and without skipping a beat, he slams into my needy cunt from behind, his hand still gripping my hip.
I push back against him, taking him so much deeper as I arch my back, offering him all of me. “Show me how you play with that sweet little clit, Rae,” he grunts between thrusts.
I don’t hesitate, shooting my hand between my spread thighs and rolling my fingers over my sensitive clit, and the moment I do, my hips jolt with intense satisfaction.
Ezra’s fingers drop to my cunt, mixing with my arousal before trailing them to my ass, and as he fucks me like a god, he presses his fingers against my hole, giving just enough pressure to drive me wild. “Oh God,” I groan, pushing back against him, letting him take me however he wants as long as it always feels this good.
“Take it, Rae,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Let me feel you take it.”
My body trembles, and as I push back further and that thick cock pushes me to my absolute limits, I can’t hold on to it a second longer.
I come hard, my walls shattering as my third orgasm for the night tears through me, sending me on a blinding high as I cry out in elation. “Oh God, YES!” I struggle to catch my breath, but I don’t even care. All that matters is the way he takes me higher, forcing my orgasm to reach a new level of intensity as he fucks me from behind and presses against my ass.
My walls erratically convulse around him, and as he groans, I know he feels just how tight I squeeze him. “Come for me, Ezra,” I breathe as my fingers bunch into the sheets. “I need to feel the way you fill me.”
His fingers tighten on my hips in a bruising hold, and I fucking love it, and as he rolls his hips and takes long, deep thrusts, he comes undone, shooting his hot cum deep inside my needy cunt. He’s fucking everything, and as he groans with his release, I’ve never felt so fucking beautiful.
“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groans low, easing up on me and slowing his movements as I begin to come down from my high.
My body relaxes, and my pussy eases up on the death grip it has around his thick cock, and as he hovers behind me, he releases my hip and trails his fingers up and down my spine, neither one of us willing to move quite so soon.
“If we never leave this hotel room, and I die living inside your sweet little cunt, I’ll be the happiest man who ever lived.”
I can’t help but laugh as my face is squished into the mattress, but I don’t have the energy to do anything about it. “You should be the happiest man, regardless,” I tease. “You’re marrying me, aren’t you?”
Ezra laughs, and within an instant, his arms are locked around my waist, and he crashes down to the bed before pulling me on top of him. “Yes, Rae,” he tells me a moment later. “I am marrying you, and you bet that sweet ass of yours that it will make me the happiest man who ever lived. Being with you again . . . fuck, baby. I’m never going to let you get away again. Even if it means permanently attaching that sweet little cunt to my cock.”
“Permanently attaching, huh?” My brow arches. “Who would have known you had such a kinky side?”
“Raleigh Stone,” he rumbles, his gaze darkening with a wicked desire that has my heart starting to race all over again. “You’ve got no fucking idea.”
“Is that so?” I question, rolling my tongue over my bottom lip as he holds my stare.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge, hooking my thigh back over his hip to straddle him. “Give me your worst.”