Chapter 39
39
E zra
What on earth made me think it was a good idea to play this dangerous game? I could barely pull away. Barely. And even right now, I’m still hanging by a thread. I even grabbed an apple to make my hands busy. Fidgeting with a fruit and pretending like everything is fine seems to be like the way to go. My dick might not agree with me though. I don’t remember being so fucking hard it’s painful. And I don’t think it will be going away on its own—I need a few minutes in a shower. Alone.
Whom am I lying to? One minute is more than enough right now. If Maeve didn’t have her hands tied behind her back and just touched it, it would have exploded, ending my life prematurely from embarrassment.
Speaking of tied hands, I move my eyes from her red face to her legs. They’re spread wide. She’s trying to free herself from my tie, but I know she won’t do it on her own. My knots can be tough.
“Ezra,” she growls like a little wild animal. “Take them off.”
I take a bite of the apple and start chewing, ignoring her request.
“Ezra,” she repeats, her voice getting angrier.
“Yes?”
“Untie me. Or else.”
“Or what?” I’m holding off smiling as much as I can, but I can barely breathe at this point. She looks adorable when she’s angry. Just like when she tried cracking the coconuts. Minus the ties. I like her in them.
“Or you’ll have to sleep with one eye open.”
That makes me laugh. Doubling over, I start laughing, imagining her vicious attempts to hurt me. I don’t remember when I’ve laughed like that. Maybe only when I was a kid and could afford to be so open and free.
“Ezra!” she calls out quieter, the fight leaving her voice. Her face pales a little. “Let me go.”
There’s always a point where one should stop with this game. Especially when she hasn’t consented in the first place. I drop the apple on the table and walk to her. Slowly because I’m really enjoying the view.
When I’m next to her, she makes a move to jump off the counter, but I quickly stop her with my hand on her waist. “Wait. I’ll do it like that.”
“Like what?” she asks, licking her lips. Is she still turned on? She might be because I am. And I wasn’t the one who didn’t even feel the tie around her wrists until it was too late.
“Like that. On the counter. It’s easier for me,” I explain. My voice is too husky for my liking.
“Oh, okay,” she says breathily. Her mouth is slightly open .
“Here.” I grab her waist with both my hands and pull her closer to me. “It’s easier.”
“Yeah.” A breathless word.
I put my arms around her and peer over her shoulders to admire my knot and start working on the tie. I can do it easily in two seconds, but the faster I do it, the faster I stop touching her. So I prolong my pleasure.
When the tie is off, she rubs a hand over the opposite wrist.
I feel like an asshole. Did I tie it too tight? I certainly was excited, so that’s a possibility.
“Let me see.” I carefully take her hand in mine and bring it closer to my eyes for inspection.
“It’s okay,” she sighs.
I’m checking her wrists and don’t know when I step too close. I notice it only when her thighs come to either side of me, caging me in. She’s so warm. So soft. And she smells fucking divine. Like sins and promises. No harm will be done if I just take a closer sniff.
I bring my face closer to hers.
“You okay?” I ask, not knowing how else to justify me being all over her.
“Yeah.” She edges a little closer. Her pussy is right next to my dick who hasn’t had a moment off since I put her on that damn counter. “I am.”
“I’m—” I don’t know how to go on because apologizing has never been my strong suit, but I seem to be doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to get so angry.”
“Not angry,” she whispers. “Upset.”
“Shit, Maeve.” I pull away and find her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to be like that.” I’ve always prided myself for being an emotionally stoic man, but I feel panic settling over me.
“Yeah.” She sniffles, hiding her eyes. Fuck! Did I really upset her? Maybe even traumatized? Was she restrained before? Damn it.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” I step back to her, in the embrace of her legs, and place my hands on her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She lifts her eyes up to look at me. They’re guarded. Careful. Watching.
“Can you give me a hug?” she asks in a soft voice.
“Yes, of course.” After the permission, I quickly wrap my arms around her, doing what I’ve wanted to do.
Her arms come around my back, and we stay like that for a few moments. She places her face in the crook of my neck, and I start gently rubbing her back.
She buries her face deeper. My rubbing changes the feeling.
Her hands slowly travel to the small of my back. Her fingers carefully stick under my belt. I let out a low exhale, not expecting her to be so open about affection after an intense experience.
I let myself rub my cheek over hers. Her hands dive deeper and land on the bare skin of my ass.
I let my face move to her neck and place a gentle kiss on her beating pulse. She lets out a tiny moan.
I let myself do more kissing and more exploring with my hands.
Her hands become braver too. They travel more. In places I didn’t expect them to travel.
I make a surprised sound deep in my throat, but she starts murmuring in my ear. “Please. I’m so upset.”
Shit. I let out a loud resigned sigh and relax as well. She starts kissing my neck. Her mouth skims over my jaw, making little nibbles on the way. While her fingers continue to travel places.
At some point, I start enjoying it. Maybe a little too much because I don’t notice how my hips start making small, pushing gestures.
She moans in my ear, driving me into a frenzy.
I move my face to her mouth so I can kiss her, but she quickly averts it by giving a nibble to my jaw. I don’t pay attention to that because I’m too far gone.
I try kissing her again, but she averts it again by biting my earlobe.
She grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them, pulling them apart. I let out a surprised sigh. But she bites my damn ear again, and I make a move forward, where I belong—rubbing her pussy.
Or try too, because she suddenly pulls away, and my hard dick hits the marble. Marble meets marble. It’s fucking painful. I jump backward, doubling over.
“Oh, too soon?”
I look up and find her with a knowing smirk on her face. Her eyes are cloudy but comprehending. Just like mine were when I pulled the tie prank on her.
She knows the moment I understand what has happened because her face stretches with a wide, devious smile.
“You little witch,” I say in pain, trying to hide my admiration. “I thought you were scared.”
“P-p-please.” She jumps off the island, rolling her eyes. “Like your little tying game could scare me to the point where I turn into a quivering mess. You,” she points her finger at me, “don’t know me at all if you believe that.”
I have to agree with her. I honestly thought I’d traumatized her. Turns out, she just played me right back.
“Where do I sleep?” she asks in a nonchalant tone, seemingly unaffected by our counter encounter.
“Pick any room upstairs.” I point at the staircase. “Besides the last one on the right. That one is mine.”
She snorts. “Like I’d want to sleep with you. ”
“You wish.”
She looks down at my lap where I’m holding my dick in my hands without any shame. “Looks like you are the one wishing now.”
With that, she heads upstairs. Before she disappears, she turns for a second. “I hope it didn’t break. Even though you won’t be needing it anytime soon!” she adds cheerfully and rushes up the stairs.
I hope she picks my room.