Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The knock on my door startles me, making me drop the bowl of popcorn I have in my lap. I’m not expecting anyone, and part of me wants to ignore it and pretend I’m asleep so I don’t have to socialize. Another, larger part, compels me to get off the couch and head to the door.
When I open it, I find Ezra on the other side, his chest heaving like he’s been running.
“Ezra? Are you okay?”
He shakes his head, “Can I come in?”
“Of course, yes.” I open the door for him to come in, and before I can even register what’s happening, I’m being turned around and pressed against the cool wood. Ezra doesn’t touch me any further than his hands on my hips, but he’s close enough I can smell whatever deodorant or cologne he uses.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I need you, Sutt. I’ve been going out of my mind wanting you. Tell me I can have you. Tell me you feel this thing between us.”
The desperate plea in his voice undoes me, spreading arousal through my entire body until it settles between my thighs.
He’s not the only one who’s going crazy with need.
How many times have I pictured his face now when I’m using my vibrator?
How many times have I wished our circumstances were different and I could give in to these feelings?
For once, I don’t want to think about the consequences or plan for the future. For once, I want to do what I want.
“I feel it, too.”
“Thank fuck,” he whispers, full of relief, just before his lips crash into mine.
Our tongues clash in a messy tangle as he closes the distance between our bodies, pinning me fully against the door.
The hardness of his cock presses against my belly, amping my arousal higher than I think it’s ever been.
We moan simultaneously as he grinds into me, proving how badly he wants me.
“Fuck, Sutt, tell me to stop or I’m going to fuck you against this door,” Ezra whispers into my neck before scraping his teeth along my throat.
I don’t want to tell him to stop, so I don’t.
Instead, I brazenly grip his hand and guide it up until it breaches the hem of my pajama shorts.
He curses softly as his fingers find the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis.
I let go of his hand, letting him discover just how much I want him.
When his fingers find my soaking, uncovered pussy and slide through the wetness gathered there, he groans like it pains him.
“God, you’re so wet for me already. Bet I could just slip inside, couldn’t I? Fuck you nice and deep.”
My nod turns into a gasp as he slowly slides in his pointer finger.
My eyes flutter shut as he thrusts his finger in and out at an agonizing pace.
Behind my eyelids, the intent, awe-struck look on his face is burned there.
I pry them open to find he’s no longer watching my face, but his hand slowly moving in and out of me.
“Please, Ezra. I need you,” I beg, whimpering as a second finger joins the first and his thumb strums my swollen clit.
“You look so pretty with my fingers in your cunt. Does that feel good, Sutt?”
“Yes. But I need more.”
“What do you need? Let me hear you say it. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want—oh god—your cock. Please fuck me.”
Ezra’s lips find mine again as he continues working his fingers inside me, working me up to what I’m sure will be an earth shattering orgasm.
“Come on my fingers first, then I’ll give you what you need.”
The pressure behind my hips as we keep kissing. I claw the back of his shirt, wishing he would take it off. He crooks his fingers again and—
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I jolt up in bed, panting as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.
Of course it was a fucking dream.
Only in my dreams would I be so brazen as to ask Ezra to fuck me. Only in my dreams would he show up at my door desperate for me.
Only in my dreams would I not be worried about the future.
I click off my alarm and shove the comforter off of me, begrudgingly getting out of bed so I can take a quick, cold shower before I have to go to work.
Hopefully I can keep my feelings off my face, because no one can know I’ve been having sex dreams about Ezra.
Especially not, Ezra.