Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
My mind won’t calm down, and neither will my body. It’s been on alert since Ezra scootched in behind me and wrapped his muscular body around mine, wrapping me in his clean, masculine scent.
Before that, actually.
The heat coursing through my body hasn’t cooled since Ezra gave me the necklace earlier, and it only burned hotter during class.
Especially when I readjusted and felt him, hard, against me.
I tried to brush it off as merely proximity, but when our hands touched and it twitched, I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom before the wetness in my panties soaked through my leggings.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
Two years with Jace, and I never felt like my body was buzzing to life, aching for a simple brush of fingers.
Sure, there were times I was turned on outside of our allotted sexual time, but I was usually able to satisfy my needs with a toy and move on.
It was easy enough to give myself an orgasm by watching porn or simply using my imagination.
In my imagination, it was always a faceless man—which probably should have been a sign things with Jace weren’t great, but whatever—but tonight, the faceless man morphs into a handsome face with a sharp jaw, plush, kissable lips, and kind blue eyes.
The arms surrounding my body in my mind are strong, and there’s a familiar tattoo around his left forearm.
The voice whispering all the dirty things I’ve wished to hear is soft and gruff. One I’m well acquainted with, and one I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about.
So why can’t I control my brain?
Why can’t I get the feel of his hands on my body, on my face, out of my head?
Why can’t I stop wondering what it would feel like to have those calloused fingers running down my sides, and spreading my pussy apart?
Would he whisper praises about how wet I am?
Would he take his time, working up to an earth shattering orgasm, or would he be too eager to taste my cum?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to think of literally anything else, but I can’t. All I can think about is Ezra hovering over me, stretching me with what felt like a very girthy cock.
Groaning, I pat around the bed and turn the vibrator on, pressing it to my clit.
No time for teasing when it feels like I’ll cry if I don’t come soon.
“Look at you, Sutt. So goddamn pretty with your pussy wrapped around my cock. Hold on tight, because I’m going to fuck you into this mattress, and I’m not stopping until you beg me to.”
I come with a gasp, picturing Ezra’s teeth sinking into my shoulder.
Fuck.
I’m in so much trouble.