9. Ezra
Kissing Brie Delatou was surely the worst idea I’ve ever had, and her father’s warning from the day he hired me rang in my ears. Still, I couldn’t muster an ounce of regret. Not when my entire body lit up like a Christmas tree the second her plush mouth met mine. Not when that point of contact warmed me from the inside out, deep into the marrow of my bones and right through my skin in a way that hadn’t happened since…well, since .
What started as soft and hesitant quickly became fevered and insistent. Our mouths opened in sync, tongues tangling. I explored every hot inch of her, consuming her, learning what made her tick. Discovering that a slow arc of my tongue across hers elicited a whimper. That sinking my teeth into her full bottom lip drew a moan from deep in her throat. That notching my thumb under her jaw and angling her head where I wanted her had her fisting my shirt, pulling me closer.
My hands skated down her sides, along the gentle swells of her hips to her backside. I dug my fingers in, standing and lifting her onto the counter in one smooth movement. The stools toppled over around us, but I didn’t have a fuck to give. Brie’s knees spread, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, urging me closer .
I went to her willingly, fitting my hips between her thighs.
Brie gasped as my cock pressed into her stomach.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered when I pulled away, though only far enough to direct my attention to her throat, nipping and sucking my way down the smooth column.
Brie tipped her head back and said, “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Let me touch you.”
“You are touching me.”
“Brie…” I groaned, dropping my face into her shoulder.
“I don’t—I’ve never…”
She trailed off, and I lifted my head to stare at her, finding color high on her cheeks.
“You’ve never what? Had sex? Had a guy finger bang you?”
Her blush deepened, but she squared her shoulders and said, “No. I’m not a virgin, and I’ve been… finger banged ”—she whispered the last two words—“but it never felt good. I don’t think I like it.”
I gaped at her for a moment, both appreciative of and blown away by her honesty. Few women would admit to that. Well, no. A lot of women would happily share every single like and dislike they had when it came to sex, but even from a few hours in her company, I knew Brie was more reserved. I understood it wasn’t easy for her to share that with me, a man she hardly knew.
“Well, that’s a shame,” I said slowly, and her gaze snapped up to mine.
“What is?”
“You’ve only been with boys before, Brie. Boys who clearly had no idea what they were doing.” I ducked my head and captured her mouth with mine again. Against her lips, I said, “But I’m a man, and I promise you’ll love the way I play with your pretty little pussy.” She inhaled sharply, and I chuckled as I withdrew enough to see her eyes fully. “Do you trust me?”
Though her eyes were wide with uncertainty, she nodded.
“Take your apron off,” I commanded.
Without hesitation, Brie reached around her back and untied the straps around her waist and neck before she tugged it free and tossed it on the floor.
God, I had plans—plans that involved her entirely naked and spread out on the counter like a fucking Christmas feast—but I couldn’t keep my mouth to myself. Once again, I captured her lips, teasing, coaxing them open and sweeping my tongue inside. She opened wider, letting me deeper, letting me show her exactly what my mouth could do to her cunt.
“Your lips taste so good,” I murmured. “Like honey. Tell me, Brie.” I pulled away to pepper kisses along her jaw. “How do you think your other ones taste? Do they taste as good? Is that pussy as sweet as this mouth?”
Instead of answering, Brie hopped up on the counter and reclined back, lifting her hips, tucking her hands into the waistband of her leggings, shoving them and her panties down her legs. They joined her apron on the floor a moment later.
And then, in a move that shocked me as much as it thrilled me, had my cock turning to granite, harder than I’d ever been before, she hooked her heels on the edge of the counter and spread herself wide.
Showing me every pink, perfect, glistening inch of her sex.
There was no apprehension in her face, no nervousness in the lines of her body as she said, “Why don’t you find out?”
Wasting no time, I stepped closer and trailed my hands up her legs, starting at her ankles and working north until they settled in the creases of her thighs. I brushed one thumb over her, and she twitched.
“Sensitive, are we?”
“I’m so turned on, I can barely think straight.”
I chuckled. “How about I take care of that for you?”
“ Please ,” she breathed.
Leaving her only briefly to haul over a nearby stool, I sat my ass down, pleased to find my face level with her pussy.
“You okay?” I asked her. She was practically vibrating above me, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t forcing her to do something she didn’t want.
“I might die if you don’t touch me.”
Needing no further encouragement, I swiped two fingers through her slit.
I was rewarded with a moan, long and low, as Brie’s head dropped back.
“Oh, I don’t think so, honey,” I said, the nickname falling too easily from my tongue as her gaze snapped up to mine. I’d never be able to call her anything else. “You’re going to watch. You’re going to see how much getting you off gets me off.”
“Really?” she asked incredulously.
I removed one of her feet from the counter and brought it to my lap, pushing down on my cock. I hissed at the pressure, needing so much more from her. But I was willing to sit with the discomfort in order to please her.
“I’m painfully hard,” I told her when she hummed in appreciation as I returned her foot to the counter. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you.”
My tone allowed no room for argument, and Brie simply nodded.
“Good girl.”
Refocusing my attention between her thighs, I once again brushed my fingers through her arousal, coating them. Her pink tongue dipped out and traced her bottom lip as I brought my hand to my mouth and licked them clean, groaning at her flavor as it coated my taste buds.
“Mm,” I hummed. “As sweet as I thought you’d be.”
“Ezra,” Brie breathed. “It’s not nice to play with your food.”
The comment forced a bark of laughter from me, but I sobered quickly. “Be careful what you wish for, gorgeous,” I said before diving in.
Using two fingers, I spread her lips wide and dragged my flattened tongue from entrance to clit, tracing a path around her bundle of nerves before repeating the process, up and down. Glancing up through my lashes, I could see Brie’s eyes were heavily lidded as she struggled to keep them open, to keep watching me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Your pussy is my new favorite meal.”
“ Ez .”
That single syllable spoken in her desire-laced tone snapped the final tether on my restraint, and I greedily returned my mouth to her sex. I alternated fluttering flicks of my tongue against her clit with long, slow drags. One of her hands came to my hair, digging in and grabbing a handful, the sharp sting at the roots showing me just how much she liked what I was doing.
Wanting to feel her walls clamp around me, I shoved a finger inside her pussy, and she rewarded me with a sharp cry of my name.
God, this girl. Her sounds. Her taste. The eager way her hips rocked to meet every one of my licks.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I said, pulling my mouth from her flesh to watch my finger pump in and out of her. “And you’re so tight. I bet you’d feel like heaven around my cock, wouldn’t you, honey?”
“I think we should find out.”
I let out a dark laugh. “Not today, my needy girl. Today, you get my hands and my mouth.” I punctuated the statement by adding a second finger, and she hissed around the stretch, walls clenching me tighter, but she quickly relaxed. “Fuck, Brie. I knew I’d be eating today, but I didn’t think I’d be eating this good.”
The oven timer chose that moment to go off, and I pulled away enough to glance between it and her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, giving up watching to drop her entire torso back on the counter. A hand came up to cup her breast through the material of her sweater, plucking at her nipples, and I groaned. “I’ll die if you stop.”
“Never,” I promised, the incessant beeping drowned by Brie’s sounds as I curled my fingers, massaging that special spot that had her thighs quaking. “Fucking hell, I could lose myself in this cunt all day, every day.”
“You eat my pussy so well, Ez,” she said breathlessly. “Your tongue…feels like…heaven.”
“Nah, honey. This pussy is heaven. Now hold on. ”
The easiest thing for Brie to grab happened to be my hair, and I wasn’t mad when she gripped a handful and forced my face back into her sex.
I was done with the teasing licks and slow rocking of my fingers. I picked up the pace on both, pumping my hand in and out like I’d do with my cock, faster and faster as her moans of pleasure increased in frequency and volume. We were entirely alone here, the winery cocooned in the snow and surrounded on all sides by endless acres of the vineyard. I loved that she was loud, that she wasn’t holding back from me, that she trusted me enough to give herself wholly to me in the moment.
And I rewarded that bravery. When her walls clamped tightly around my fingers and her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, I sealed my mouth around her clit and sucked it deep into my mouth, rapidly fluttering my tongue over its silkiness.
Brie detonated with a scream, my name echoing around the kitchen as she spasmed atop the counter. My pace slowed as I worked her through it, loving how her walls pulsed against my fingers, how her release coated my palm.
When the aftershocks ceased, I withdrew my hand and licked myself clean, not wanting to waste a single drop of her honey.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I grinned as I stood, bending over her. “How do you feel?”
A blissed-out smile decorated her lips, and she reached out to pull me close, our mouths coming together in a wet, sloppy kiss that did nothing to quell the blood rushing to my cock.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
I winked. “There’s more where that came from.”
Her chest still rose and fell rapidly, and her face relaxed as she closed her eyes.
“For real, though… Are you okay?” I asked.
Those gorgeous green eyes flew open, though I couldn’t read the emotion swirling in their depths. “I…”
Fuck . I pushed too hard, and now she was going to take it all back.
“I am,” she promised. “But…we shouldn’t have done this.”
I jerked like she’d slapped me. How had we gone from the connection of a moment before to this being a mistake?
“What happened to being reckless? What happened to ‘ best orgasm I’ve ever had’ ?”
I couldn’t stop myself from asking. I couldn’t explain what had happened between us these last few hours—hell, since I’d first seen her those months ago—and how it felt last night to have her back in my orbit, but it was…well, the only way to describe it was magical . As though the snowflakes falling softly outside were fairy dust, turning this normal New Year’s Day into something extraordinary.
Damn, Hansen and I had been watching way too many movies on Disney+ lately. That was some Frozen level thinking right there.
“You’re my dad’s employee, Ezra,” she said as she sat up and slipped off the counter. I held back a groan as she turned away from me, giving me a full view of her perfect ass as she stepped back into her panties and leggings and hauled them up her delicious, golden-brown stems.
Fuck, I was in a bad way.
I didn’t respond as I watched her skirt the island to the stove, where she removed the blackened chunks that should’ve been her cheese and apple danishes, dumping them right into the trash. The acrid scent of smoke hung in the air, quickly bringing me back to reality.
Still, I tried to hold onto the magic we’d found together a moment longer.
“I’m also thirty years old,” I told her. “I make my own choices.”
When she looked at me again, the regret in her eyes was obvious, but I couldn’t tell if it was from what we’d done or the fact that we couldn’t do it again.
If I had to guess? Probably both.
Amazing how quickly pleasure could sour.
She gave me a sad smile and said, “I’m not going to be the reason you lose your job. You have a child to worry about.”
And there it was—the only thing that could’ve stopped me from fighting her. Nothing in the world was more important to me than Hansen, and Brie was right. I had a hefty savings account, so I wasn’t entirely reliant on the job to support us, but I needed this job because it kept me sane. Without the ability to escape into the kitchen, I wasn’t sure I would’ve survived the shit life had thrown at me.
And then where would Hansen be? Without both of his parents?
No, that wasn’t something I could stand for. His mother was gone, and I was all he had left. I’d do everything to ensure it stayed that way.
I swallowed hard and extended my hand to Brie. “Fine,” I said. “Friends?”
Her lips twitched as though she wanted to speak, her eyes glassy, but she slipped her palm into mine. “Friends.”
Or as friendly as we could be after the orgasm I’d just given her and the way, in a single day, she flipped my entire world upside down.