Chapter 22
22
M aeve
It’s cozy. And warm. And I’m slowly moving up and down, up and down, like riding a boat on gentle waves.
A boat on gentle waves?
I startle awake and find myself on a steadily moving chest. Half of my body is draped over Ezra’s. My leg is resting on his not-resting cock. My head is on his chest while his arm is snaked under my neck and around my shoulders. My eyes are pained from keeping them so wide.
I carefully detach myself from his body and try to pull away before he wakes up in horror and finds our tangled limbs. But when I try to pull away, the arm under my shoulders tightens and brings me closer to him.
I push on his chest, but he tightens his grip further.
“Calm down,” he rasps with closed eyes. “We’re ’ready here. Let me enjoy it for a fucking minute.” He presses me closer to him, and my leg ends up squashing his cock even more. He lets out a low moan.
I freeze. My eyes wide, my lips pursed with determination.
“Maeve.” His voice turns melodic. “Chill the fuck down, would you?”
I push away from him, and he lets me this time. “You’re giving me whiplash, asshole! Make up your mind about what you want! One minute you tell me nothing can happen, the next—oh!” I don’t finish because he’s on me a moment later. Grabbing my waist, he flips me in the air and gently lands me on my back. His large body stops on top of me, not quite touching, but just a hair away.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growls, bringing his face to mine.
I lift up my head away from the ground and nearly push my nose to his. “The feeling is mutual.”
“I know,” he exhales while he pulls away a little and focuses his gaze on my lips. “Everything you do, from the moment we met, drives me insane. All of it.” He leans closer. “You’ve driven me mad from the moment you narrowed your eyes at me.” Closer. “Remember that? You marked me as your enemy exactly at that moment.”
“I didn’t,” I hiss between my teeth. “You were a douchebag who thought everyone is beneath him.”
“Guess what?” His face is almost touching mine. “I still think that.”
“That just proves my point.” I inhale the scent of his sun-kissed skin. It’s so close to my nose. His presence is so demanding. “You deserved that salt in your coffee.”
“And that scorching hot liquid on my cock?” he half whispers, half hisses.
I lick my lips. “That too. ”
“And the fire?”
“I wish I was the reason for that.” I push my nose to his. “I regret not doing it earlier.” I’m pouring all the hatred and desperation and regret from the past few years of my life into these words. “You and your narcissistic brain deserve it.”
I want to dig my fingers into his face. Scratch his skin with my nails. He’s the center and example of everything I’ve run away from. Everything I’ve detested. Everything I used to be.
He groans with so much resignation and desperation that I’m not sure how this situation is a good thing. But I don’t have time to think about it because he smacks his mouth on mine.
“You.” A kiss. “Drive.” A kiss. “Me.” A careful nib. “Insane.” A bite.
I gasp for air because I wasn’t ready for this sensual assault, but he doesn’t let me breathe. He deepens the kiss and moves his body a little to the side, so he leans his weight on his left arm while his right one gets free rein of my body.
He slows down for a moment and pulls his head away. His crazed eyes are darting between mine. His chest is touching mine with every inhale. His neck moves with a slow, deliberate swallow like he’s giving himself time to think. And me. He’s giving me time to think.
My heart is racing, pounding against my chest. Its frantic drumbeat echoes in the silence between us. Or is it his heart?
A bead of sweat forms on his temple and runs down his cheek and onto his nose. His eyes dip to my mouth and he feverishly licks his lips. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s having a pretty rough time controlling himself. So much for not getting to know each other .
I lift my finger to touch his lower lip, and he instantly sucks it into his mouth. My own falls open from the unexpected gesture. He starts swirling his tongue over the tip of my finger, and I feel those movements on my clit. It’s like my finger is connected to my private parts with one long, currently super-electrified nerve.
The tension in the air is so thick I practically can grab a handful of it.
I bring my free hand to his hair and gently thread my fingers through it, raking his scalp with my nails. His body shudders on top of mine, sending this electric current into me. I move my hand to the back of his head and pull him toward me.
His hesitation vanishes with my dignity on this island. Releasing my finger from his mouth, he shifts his body completely atop mine and leans on his outstretched arms. His thick, corded forearms end up on either side of my face, and this is the best foreplay I need. I’ve always been a fan of arm porn, and Ezra looks like he is its daddy. Sometime during the night, he took his jacket off and covered me with it, so now I’m gifted with all his almost-naked glory.
And I’m not going to let it go to waste. My newly freed hand lands on his chest and starts greedily exploring all his pronounced muscles. I can’t even control the thirsty hussy I’ve become because it’s moving like a maniac on its own, dipping into every single curve of the little grooves of his body.
Including ones on his stomach area. And then lower. I can’t stop at this point. I’m curious and released from the bounds of morality.
Once my fingers graze over the lower part of his body, I feel the muscles jerking under my touch. It makes me brave, so I let my finger gently brush the skin right under the band of his boxers.
His head falls between my shoulder and my head with a rough chuckle .
“You’re enjoying it too much.” His voice is breathless as he hides his face in my hair.
“So are you.”
Another painful cackle while my hand continues drawing careful lines over his skin. The muscles keep jerking. At some point, his whole lower part gives a forward thrust, and now I chuckle.
“Impatient, are we?” I breathe out into his ear.
“Little witch.”
In a second, the power shifts. He grabs both my wrists and secures them on top of my head with one of his hands. The other one lands on my throat, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt our size differences more than at this point. His hand totally covers my throat and then some.
I swallow instinctively under his touch, and he feels it. His gaze dips to my throat for a moment before returning to my eyes while he puts a little pressure on it.
“I love control, Maeve,” he whispers to me. “Everywhere.”
He finds my eyes to make sure I understand. I do. I think. I’ve never dated a super dominant person, and Ezra seems like he can be a lot. Especially, with how truly large he is.
I’m putting my decision on pause for a second and listen to my body. I have zero doubts that if I refuse anything right now, Ezra will crawl away from me with a painful hard-on and shitty attitude, but I’ll be granted my wish of solitude.
I listen and listen. And listen. Any warning signs. Any red flags. Anything that can tip me off. Nothing happens. None of the warnings come alive. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, my consciousness is trying to remind me about our initial meeting and his assholishness, but I shove it back down where it came from.
The situation I’m in probably requires me to be scared. I mean, I’m on an uninhabited island with a giant-ass man with control issues and nowhere to escape. But I don’t fear him. At all. In fact, I wasn’t scared of him when he was all growly and jerky in the airport, plane, and then the boat. Not even for a little bit. I was annoyed with him, yes. Mad, for sure. But never scared.
“Maeve?” His voice is borderline begging. Maybe it’s because he needs an answer, and the unknown is killing him. Or maybe it’s because he needs a positive answer. Regardless, I know mine.
“I don’t mind losing it sometimes,” I say.
“What?”
“Control.” Licking my lips, I try to smile but can’t force it on my face because I see his. It’s pained. Confused. Lost. “Did I say something wrong?” I ask, not understanding what’s happening. I thought he’d be happy to hear that because this is what he wants, right?
“Maeve.” My name is a growl on his lips as he buries his face in the crook in my neck. “Why now?”
“What now?”
He pulls away. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
I see the exact moment his decision snaps in place. His pupils dilate even wider if it’s even possible, and his nostrils flare. He lands his lips on mine.
Without wasting any further time, his tongue pushes my lips apart and sneaks in. His hands move to my chest, feeling every curve without shame. He went from zero to one hundred in a matter of a literal blink.
His body presses me into the ground with enough force for me not to even think about escaping. It feels good. I know he’s holding his weight so as not to crush me, but I want more of him. I feel greedy. I wiggle my legs away and throw them around him, wrapping him in my own hug.
Once my heels land on his ass, he makes a jerking movement, brushing his length over my very heated pussy. Naturally, I dig my heels deeper, making him repeat the gesture.
His roaming hands somehow crawl under my excuse for a shirt and massage my tits. I’ve never been known for them to be sensitive, but again, maybe I wasn’t encouraged by the right man.
The thought that Ezra might be anything but right is ridiculous because of the way my body reacts to his. I think this is the first time in my life I understand the definition of chemistry between two people. Even when I hated him, I wanted him, and I was annoyed at this, and then wanted him more.
And now all of it is in my hands. Which I use to my advantage. He might be a control freak, but I love sneaking my touches here and there while I can. I’m curious to see what he’ll do further, but for now, I’m getting my fill.
When my hands graze down his sides to his hips, his stomach muscles spasm. Interesting. So the whole area is his erogenous zone. I manage to squeeze my hands between our bodies to caress his lower stomach, and he lets out a low growl into my ear he’s currently licking.
“Maeve,” he rasps with a warning tone.
I giggle and work my hands faster, trying to push them under the waistband of his boxers and find his cock. I’ve felt this thing smashing into me, and now I want to feel the girth of it in my hands. He’s not trying to fight me off very hard, so my hands finally land on his dick, and I let out a moan of satisfaction. Before this thing is even in me, I feel it stretching me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone this size, but I’m willing to try.
I push his shorts down with my hands and feet currently still locked on his ass.
He bites my earlobe with a whisper. “Bad girl. ”
“What are you going to do about that?” I whisper back with a mischievous smile even though he can’t see it.
He dips his tongue inside of my ear and then bites it before pulling away.
“What? No!” I grab his shoulders eagerly, making him laugh.
With a masterful and well-trained touch I don’t appreciate very much, he rids me of my shirt, the shorts follow right after. For a moment, my mind races with the idea of all the ‘other’ times he’s done that, detaching me from the pleasant present. But when he lowers himself on top of my body, again just a hair away from touching, and brings his face to mine, I’m reminded that I am the one here.
“You’re very greedy.” His voice is husky and satisfied. “I love that.”
“Great. Now, kiss me!”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “Control is mine, Maeve. Remember that.”
I cover my face with my hands with a loud groan, making him laugh even harder at my misery. What did I agree too?
He slowly starts moving himself lower, touching my skin here and there in the process. Until his body settles between my widely spread legs and he hooks his arms under my thighs. Digging his fingers on the top of them.
“Control is mine.” He suddenly blows on my overheated pussy. “You can come only when I say you can.”
“What?” I lift my head to look at him.
Then, he slaps me. Right on my very swollen vagina.
“What?” I cry out.
“Quiet, Maeve. Not a word. All I want to hear is your moans.”
With that, he covers my clit with his hot mouth and starts licking. My back arches, and my hips move forward onto his face. His grip on my thighs intensifies as he continues his assault. When I’m definitely fucking his face, his finger joins his tongue, and I’m getting so high I don’t think I can come down from here without crashing?—
Then he withdraws his finger and his mouth.
“Ezra,” I moan his name loudly. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
“Please.” I’m not beyond begging at this point, and he knows it because he brings his body up.
“Control is,” a kiss on my lips, “mine.”
His hard cock slams into me. “The first time you come,” he growls into my ear, “will be around me.”
I wrap my arms around his back, trying to bring him closer to me. His size is big. It’s stretching me to the point where it might have been painful if I weren’t so ready for him. He worked me like a damn strained string.
“Ezra,” I cry out. “Please.”
My pussy is aching. My thighs are shaking. My hips keep moving forward to meet him.
Our bodies are sweaty. We are sleek as we move together. I didn’t know I could feel so much passion having sex before, but Ezra is driving me insane with his fully in control voice and strained body.
I also didn’t know I could be ordered like that when I’m about to come. Turns out, I just needed a good ruler.
He moves his face to mine and whispers into my mouth. “You can come now.”
He brings his hand between us and presses on my clit. Just fucking once. Once. And I’m flying off the highest cliff into a deep ocean of swirling orgasms. One after another, the waves keep crashing into me. And as I suspected, I don’t think I can climb out of it.
He joins me a moment after. I can nearly see him in the same swirling high.
His constant growling into my ear, jerking movements of his hips, and the hot mess spilling out from the place where our bodies are joined are a clear indication that we are in this together.
When we’re both able to breathe, he flips on his side and pulls me on top of him.
“You’ll be the end of everything I’ve built, Maeve,” he whispers, pulling my hair away from my sweaty forehead.