Chapter 11 #2
“We will. Thank you, Stella.” I touched her arm as she left, closing the door behind her. “Damn, what a nice lady.” I locked the door and followed Ezra into his bedroom. “Hey, you don’t look fine.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind and nuzzled behind his ear.
“I’m not, but what else can I do?” He patted my arm over his chest. “Let me pack so we can leave.” He huffed. “I don’t feel safe in my own home.”
I released him. “Anything I can help you with?” My gaze swept over the clothing piled on the bed. He’d made quick work of it already.
“No, I’m almost done.” He piled clothing into the open suitcase on the bed.
A thought niggled in my head. “You can find people’s addresses on the internet. Do you believe Tate would actually search for my address?” Would it even be there with how recently I’d moved in?
“Shit.” He closed the suitcase and halted, hanging his head. “His family owns a real estate business. They have access to all sorts of housing records. I’m sure your apartment would be easy for him to find.” His hand fisted at his side.
“Would he do that?” Holding Ezra’s arm, I twisted him to face me. The guy wouldn’t dare. Not with two hockey players there. But fuck, anyone could see our schedule online and would know we’d be gone. “Ezra, I don’t like this.”
“I’m sorry, Lucas. I don’t want you worrying about me.” As his brows snapped together, his gaze flickered over my face. “You need to focus on your hockey game.”
An ache stretched across my chest. It wasn’t fair. “Maybe you should stay in a hotel.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I promise I’ll be careful, and I’ll call the police if I see him. Once the order is in place, he’ll back off.”
“Yeah, okay.” Fuck, I didn’t like this. I glanced at his suitcase. “Are you ready?” For now, he’d be safer at my place.
After arriving back at my apartment, I made space for him in my closet and dresser, so he’d be comfortable while I was gone.
“You can make yourself at home. Don’t feel you can’t like, eat our food or something.
” I watched him hang a few shirts in my closet.
My stomach fluttered. Jesus, it was like he was moving in with me.
How long before I had to leave? Evan had been out when we’d gotten home. I fished my phone from the pocket of my joggers. I still had a few hours before we had to leave for the airport.
As Ezra dropped his empty suitcase into a corner of my bedroom, he sighed.
“Come here.” I wrapped him in my arms and pressed a kiss on the side of his head. We were alone and my bed was right there. Fuck, he probably wasn’t in the mood for—
Lifting his head, he brushed his lips against mine, tentative at first and then harder, more urgent. His tongue glided over my lower lip and slipped inside, kissing me fully.
It seemed we were thinking the same thing. I couldn’t get enough of him. How could I possibly stay away from him for so long? I roamed my hands down his back and cupped the globes of his ass.
With a whimper, he rocked his hardening cock into mine. “I want to forget all this shit and lose myself in you.”
Pleasure shivered up my spine. I had my answer. “Anything you want, I’m yours.” With a smirk, I pushed him backward onto my bed.
As his legs hit the mattress, he dropped and scooted to rest his back against the headboard, throwing his hair behind his shoulders. With darkening eyes, he said, “Can we lose the clothes this time?”
“Uh…sure.” We’d slept in our underwear, so why not? I locked my bedroom door and then shucked my shirt over my head and threw it.
His gaze roamed my chest and stopped at my dick, tenting my joggers. “Damn, you have the best body, Lucas.” Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, he slipped his jeans down and off and pulled his shirt over his head. His hair fell around his shoulders again.
“You’re beautiful, Ezra.” My heart fluttered with warmth. With the longer hair, he was such a mix of masculine and feminine. It fucked with my brain a little. But in a good way. I dropped my joggers and crawled on the bed to him, hovering over him on my knees and straight arms.
He palmed my cock through my briefs and licked at my lips. “This okay?” He cupped my balls and fondled them.
Tingling spread from my balls to my cock, and it jerked.
“Oh, fuck, that is very okay.” My breath quickened.
I’d wanted to touch him last night, but I’d barely done it.
What would his dick feel like in my hand?
I sat back on tucked legs, fixating on his solid cock, stretching to his hip inside his briefs.
“Go ahead, do whatever you want.” His eyelids hooded, and he scooted lower, his legs spreading around mine.
With my dick aching, I skimmed my fingers up his solid cock, from base to tip. It didn’t feel strange to touch him. I circled his crown with my finger pads, the ridge soft, yet firm.
His lips parted, and his breath quickened.
I glanced at his face, the tensed brows and lowered lids. I turned him on. Me. Slowly lowering the band of his underwear, I brushed my fingers over him again. His dick pulsed and a bead of precum formed at the tip. My mouth salivated. I wanted to lick it. What the hell?
Taking a deep breath, I peeked at him and bent over. Sticking my tongue out, I flicked at the tip. The salty taste flooded my tongue. It was different, not terrible.
He shuddered, and his breath caught. “Jesus, Lucas, I’d love for you to give me a blowjob, but—”
My cock twitched inside my briefs. Raising to my knees, I lowered my underwear and shimmied it off.
“Maybe I could try.” I knew how it was done, and I knew what I liked.
How hard could it be? Fisting his base, I lowered between his legs and opened my mouth.
Holy fuck, was I really doing this? I peeked at him.
His teeth sank into his lower lip and he held his breath. “Only if you’re comfortable.”
I licked his shaft over his tip and then wrapped my lips around the head, slowly sucking him in and sliding off.
“Oh, fuck.” He jerked his hips and his stomach clenched.
My cock throbbed for attention. God damn, I thought last night was a turn on, but this was even better. Who’d have thought I’d like sucking cock? Quickening my pace, I stroked him at the same time I bobbed over his dick, taking it to the back of my throat.
He moaned and squirmed under me. “That feels so good, Lucas.” His thighs pebbled with goosebumps. “Not going to last. Fuck.”
I stayed on him for another minute, stroking and sucking, flicking my tongue at his glans the way I’d liked. His dick swelled further in my mouth.
“Shit, Lucas, gonna come.” He grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging in.
Did I want to swallow it? I didn’t want to stop, though. With a moan, I pulled off him and stroked his slick cock with my fist.
With sharp gasps, his dick jerked in my hand and hot cum burst onto his chest and stomach. His eyes squeezed shut and his brows tensed as his mouth fell open.
A surge of sensation sparked in my tight balls, and my dick quivered.
Holy fuck, I was about to come with him.
I wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked it.
As his climax slowed, I rose onto my knees and hovered over him on a straight arm.
I wanted to mark him. He was fucking mine.
Pleasure exploded inside me, curling my toes and darkening my vision.
Moaning, I painted his chest with my come, mixing with his.
He cupped my balls as I came, heightening the sensation of my orgasm. Hooking his arm around my neck, he crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing my groans. As it all slowed, he pulled his lips from mine. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck, yeah. Do I not look okay?” As my skin still tingled, I freed his dick and sat on my legs. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.” I raked my gaze over him, the blobs of cum on his chest and abs. I did that. All of it. “Looks like we both dropped one hell of a load.”
He smirked. “We did. I’m surprised as hell you opted for the blow job.”
“I just went with it.” Jett had said sex would come naturally, and it did, once I took my brain offline. “Let me clean us up.” I climbed off the bed and into my en-suite bathroom. Evan might be back any minute.
After wetting a washcloth and rinsing my hands, I wiped myself down and strolled to Ezra. I sat on the bed and cleaned him off, sliding the washcloth along the grooves of his lean body.
He studied me. “Are you sure you’re okay with what we did?”
Throwing the washcloth on the floor, I crept in next to him, sneaking an arm around his shoulders. “I'm sure.” I kissed his cheek. “If I wasn’t, I’d tell you.” He’d need reassurance that I wasn’t fucking around. “Ezra, look at me.”
Turning his head, his brown-eyed gaze swept to mine.
“I know you’re concerned this might be an experiment for me, but it’s not. There are…” I widened my eyes. Holy fuck, what was I about to say? I swallowed hard. “Feelings involved.” I gauged his reaction.
He twisted into my side, grabbing my neck, and buried his face in my shoulder. “I have feelings for you too, Lucas.”
Hugging him, I kissed his head and stroked the back of his long hair. “You hit me hard and fast, and I can’t deny it. From the first day of my shoot, I’ve been obsessed with you. I don’t know why, but it is what it is.”
He lifted his head and pressed a lasting kiss on my lips, his hand gliding to my cheek and thumb brushing against it. “The moment you entered my studio, I felt a connection with you, too. I never thought we’d be together, though.”
“Well, we are.” My lips tugged into a grin. “Deal with it.” I chuckled. Fuck, what time was it?
“Hello?” Evan knocked on my door. “We have to leave soon.”
“I know,” I called with a huff. Shit, I didn’t want to leave Ezra. “I have to pack.”
“Okay.” He slid off the bed and dressed.
After saying goodbye to Ezra, I climbed into an Uber with Evan for our drive to the airport. I glanced at the apartment building as we drove off. Fuck, I hoped he was okay.