Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
Ezra
I texted Renee, and we decided on a one o’clock lunch. She was off work today, so I didn’t have to worry about her having to rush away. We could let the mood dictate the flow.
I decided to change my original plan two hours before she arrived. Since the meal was already cooked, I didn’t have to worry about that part of the plan. Yesterday, after I left her at the restaurant, I went to town to get some fresh fruit, veggies, cheeses and crackers, wine, and juice. I felt like the island and table gave too formal of a vibe, so I went to the closet and pulled out two comforters, layered them on the floor in the living room, put all the pillows from around the apartment down, and put a throw next to where I planned for her to sit. It reminded me of an uncovered pillow fort. Adult style.
I arranged the snacks on a different throw in the center of us, used a pail I found for a wine bucket, placed two wine glasses down beside it, and used the tray from the kitchen to put the candles on. I put the roses I’d purchased yesterday in a vase with ice water and vodka since they’d already begun wilting. I stood back and looked at the spread I had.
“Damn. This is stunning,” I admitted to myself.
Snapping my fingers because I’d forgotten the board games Sadie, Derek’s wife and Little, had loaned me when I’d run into her this morning, I took them from the closet where I’d stored them and placed them nearby on the floor. The timer buzzed, letting me know the food was ready at the same time Renee knocked on the door.
“One sec!” I darted to the stove to turn the setting to warm and then jogged to the door. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my joggers, and hoped she didn’t deem me too casual. I exhaled quickly and prayed for the best.
Opening the door…
“Shit,” I mumbled, and I washed my face with my hand, hoping she hadn’t caught that. “You look amazing,” I reworded.
“Thank you.”
She stood there looking at me, and I was baffled at what to say or do next, afraid I’d jump her if she came inside.
“Can I come in, or are we doing this in the hallway?”
She seemed as nervous as I was. “No-no. Come in.” I moved back and let her walk in. My eyes followed her hips and ass as she entered. She wore some kind of t-shirt dress thingy that was off the shoulder on one side. Over it, there was a black leather corset with buckles and ribbons, and all kinds of shit for me to pull her close with. And those boots… thigh-high, black leather, and more fucking buckles. Renee was about 5’6” but in these boots, she was almost my height at 6’1”. Her hair was up in a ponytail at the top of her head and her long hair draped past her shoulders in waves. Large silver hoops dangled from her ears while silver bracelets jingled around her wrist.
“Maybe I should change?” I said to her.
“Please don’t. You look… very good.” Renee bit the side of her lip and took me in. “Especially with your bare toes.”
I chuckled. “Come with me.”
She put her hand in mine, and I led her to the living room, and she gasped and stopped walking.
“Ezra, I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”
I tugged her hand lightly, and she followed until we reached the edge of the blanket. I kneeled in front of her and looked up into her eyes.
“May I?”
She seemed nervous.
“Shoes, babygirl.”
She exhaled quickly and then nodded.
Deciding to try my luck, I ran my hand from the toe of her boot, up her ankle, calf, and then her thighs before I found the zipper inches away from her cunt. I zipped it down slowly, dragging my pinky along her skin as I went. At the bottom, I tapped my shoulder, and she put her hands there to steady her weight. I lifted her leg and removed her boot, kissing her bent knee before placing her foot firmly on the comforter-covered floor.
I placed the boot down on the outside of our space. “Other foot.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her voice was breathy, and I knew she was closer to where I wanted her to be mentally. On the other side, I repeated my actions, and she tried to muffle a moan, but I still heard her. When I placed her other foot down, I traced my fingers back over her feet, ankles, calves, and thighs. Gripping them enough for her to moan, I exhaled. Heat radiated from her body, a sign of arousal.
“With me, I want to hear everything. No hiding from me, Renee.”
She nodded. “I can handle that.”
“Good girl.”
Her knees buckled, and I caught her before she hit the floor.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She nodded, but her eyes weren’t focused. Glossy. Desire darkened her irises as her pupils seemed to spill into them.
“I promised you that we could take it slow. But to be honest, with as good as you smell, feel, and how damn sexy you are, you’re tempting me, babygirl. Seriously tempting me.”
“I know the feeling,” she whispered.
“Come on.” I led her to her seat, and she made herself comfortable. “Wine?”
“White?”
“A sweet red.”
“Mmm… I’ll try it.”
I got up and grabbed both the wine and juice from the refrigerator. I poured wine into her glass before putting the bottles in the bucket. Getting up, I made sure the surround sound speakers were on before connecting my phone via Bluetooth. Then I played some jazz.
“Can I be honest?” she asked.
“Always.” I sat down opposite her, pleased to see how comfortable she looked in my space.
“I’ve never had somebody do something like this for me. Sure, I’ve had fancy restaurants, but…”
She dabbed at her eye with the side of her finger, and I got up to get her tissues. When I gave them to her, she held my hand.
“Stay. With you over there, it seems so far away.”
I nodded, then moved my pillows over next to her so we were closer.
“It’s more intimate. More… thoughtful. More… considerate.”
“Well, if tonight goes well, expect more of this. I didn’t plan this by trying to impress you. I only thought of making you as comfortable as possible so we can relax into getting to know one another. Down here, on the floor, that’s where we start. Ground zero. We can only go up from here.”
She nodded and dabbed her eyes. “Yes.”
“I only have one question for you.”
“Yes?”
“May I feed you?”
Renee’s nostrils flared a little. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Mmm…” I stood up and disappeared into the kitchen to hide my growing erection. I knew I should have masturbated before she got here.
I fixed our plates and brought them out with utensils. Sitting with her, she was quiet while she ate. Humming to the music during pauses.
“Do you really think you can beat me at Skip-Bo?” she asked while pointing to the game with her fork. “Apparently, you don’t know about me. I’m Renee, Skip-Bo queen.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“You’ll have to prove it.” I’d never played the game a day in my life, but it couldn’t be that tough.
“Sure will. And you have Monopoly. Am I going home at midnight?” She snorted, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“No. Monopoly isn’t that long.” I chuckled.
“Right. I’m sure that it’s almost as long as Scrabble. They are the ever-going games that never end. I’m pretty sure camp counselors created them.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Probably. We’re still playing though.”
“Fine. I’m setting a timer. If it takes you longer than two hours to become satisfied, then I’m calling it.”
“Deal.”
“Good.” Renee smiled. “What are we playing first?”
I smirked. “First you’re going to teach me Skip-Bo, then I’m going to beat you.”
“Game on.” She giggled. “How do you not know how to play?”
“Easy enough not to know, as I’ve never played. Regardless, you’re going to teach me your secrets and then I’m going to show you who’s boss.”
Renee shifted in her seat and clenched her thighs together. “Let’s get started then.”
Unable to ignore that she was trying to tamp down her arousal, I nodded, but my eyes stayed glued to her thighs. I could easily inch her dress up and bury my face between them. I already knew her smell, and it was pleasantly sweet. I could only imagine what she’d taste like.
“Ezra…” She was breathless, the way I imagined her to be when my tongue touched her clit for the first time.
“Yeah, babygirl.”
“Focus, please.”
“I am.”
“On the game.”
But I couldn’t. Not when she was clenching her thighs tighter.
“Gimme a min.” I stood, went to the bathroom, and closed the door. “Fuck!” I whispered loudly.
My dick was heavy between my legs, and I knew if I touched it, I was going to come. Fuck it. I turned on the water and freed my shaft from my boxers. Closing my eyes, I remembered how soft her skin was to touch. The smell of her arousal. And the way her eyes seemed to beg me to fuck her. My hand apparently had a mind of its own and fisted the steel between my legs. I fucked my hand the way I’d want her pretty lips to suck me off. I didn’t have all day, so I moved faster than I normally would have, gripped my dick tight, and let the pre-cum coat me enough to make this ride nice and sticky wet. I came fast, and it was so hard I panted like I’d run a marathon. Cum swirled around in the water, pooling in the sink until it drained. I still dripped with need and pulsed so hard it felt like I’d come again.
“Fuck,” I swore.
Remembering that my date was waiting on me, I cleaned up, with the only mess I’d made going down the sink. I washed my dick and hands, put myself back together, and stared into the mirror.
“Get it together, man.” Because I doubted she wasn’t going to tempt me even more when I went out there.
When I returned, she had the cards dealt and some weird piles made.
“Ready?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“I am.”
“Good.” She winked at me as I sat down. “Let’s get you learning the basics before I school you.”
I chuckled so hard my stomach cramped. It was about to be a fun night.