Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
OPERATION GET EZRA AND SUTTON TOGETHER FOR REAL
KEN DOLL: ALERT ALERT
CAP: What? Are you injured?
KEN DOLL: No! I’m out with my family and Sutton’s with a group of men! And a really hot blonde… but back to Sutton. Ezra! Answers! Quickly!
*ten minutes later*
KEN DOLL: EZRA BURMINGHAM GENTRY
WEBBY: Pretty sure he doesn’t have a middle name.
KEN DOLL: I’m calling him.
How pathetic is it that I’m sitting on my couch, failing at a video game I’ve beaten a hundred times before, waiting for my neighbor to text me even though I know she’s out with her cousins?
I’ve picked up my phone to text her so many times, but I can’t bring myself to send it because she deserves a distraction free time with her family. Even more so, since I know they’re the only family members who have ever treated her well.
But damn, I miss her. I see her practically every day, but simply being in her presence isn’t enough anymore. The need to touch her, kiss her, play with her hair, is nearly overwhelming, bordering on an obsession.
An obsession I never want to get over.
It doesn’t help that I know she’s just as eager to take the next step as I am.
To the point where she wanted to schedule a time for us to have sex.
I was tempted to, then I wouldn’t be stuck in an endless loop of waiting for the perfect time, but I couldn’t.
If I have to wait another two months to touch Sutton the way I’ve been dreaming of, I know it’ll be the right time for us.
Fuck, I hope it’s not two months.
My phone buzzes with an incoming call, startling me so bad I drop it right on my knee. Fumbling to grip it, I answer without looking at it, hoping it’s Sutton.
“Hello?”
“I have terrible news. You might want to sit down for this one,” Kendall says cautiously.
“I’m already sitting down. What’s wrong?” My heart races with what could be so important he interrupted his family dinner to call me.
There’s a long pause before I hear him sigh, “I saw Sutton out with a bunch of dudes—and one really hot woman, but I don’t think Sutton swings that way, so the dudes are the problem.
She was hugging one of them, Z! A real handsome fucker, too, wearing cowboy boots.
God, I’m so sorry. She—wait, why are you laughing? ”
“The man you saw her hugging was probably her cousin, Levi. Him, and his sister, plus a few of his friends came up for something, and are coming to the game tomorrow.”
“Oh, well…That makes sense, I guess,” he grumbles. “What if her cousin brought his friends to set her up? What if she goes on a date with one of them?”
The thought had crossed my mind when Sutton first told me, but as quick as it appeared, it vanished. What Sutton and I have… it’s special. I may not be a wealthy real estate bro or a trust fund kid, but I care about her, more than I’ve cared about anyone.
“I’m not worried about her going out with one of them.”
Kendall gasps. “Something happened. Have you been keeping secrets, Z? You know what? I don’t want to find out over the phone. I’ll be back to our place in thirty minutes and I expect a full debrief.”
I stand when there’s a knock on the door. Who could be here right now? Maybe Webby wants to play a game or something.
“There’s nothing to tell.” I say through the phone as I open the door, and find Sutton standing on the other side, looking so fucking pretty.
She’s wearing a denim dress with puffy sleeves and a neckline that cuts lower in the front, a little bow tied between her breasts.
My mouth goes dry as my imagination runs away with thoughts of what would happen if I untied the bow with my teeth…
“I gotta go, do not show up here in thirty minutes.” I hear Kendall’s protests as I end the call. “Hi, Sutt. What’s up? I thought you were supposed to be having a girl’s night with your cousin.”
Sutton hesitates for a brief moment before she steps forward, presses up on her toes, and molds her lips to mine. My body catches up before my brain does as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in as I shut the door before caging her against it.
Sutton breaks our kiss first, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy as she looks up at me.
“Not that I’m complaining about that hello,” I whisper, tracing her cheekbone with the back of my finger. “But to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I want to have sex. With you.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
Her blatant honesty has me groaning and pressing my face into her neck. There’s a floral overtone to her usual mango and mint scent, making for a heady mix of smells that has my already hard cock leaking.
“Goddammit,” I grumble under my breath. “Sutt. I’m sorry.”
I feel her shoulders fall and her breath stutter. When I look in her eyes again, I see the rejection in them.
“Why? Do you not want me anymore?” She questions softly.
Grabbing her wrist, I guide her hand to where my cock is tenting my sweatpants, hissing as her fingers squeeze it gently.
“I want you more than I want to win the game tomorrow. More than I want the Knights to be the champions this year. But even though I told him not to come, I know Kendall is likely already on his way back here, and I can’t fuck you the way you need in less than thirty minutes. ”
Sutton squeezes my cock through my pants once before her hand falls away. “Lilah went out to hook up with a guy, so my apartment is empty…”
Her apartment is always empty, but the things I want to do to Sutton will have her making sounds that I don’t want Kendall to hear through the wall. Sounds I’m dying to hear… Sounds I’m not willing to share.
“If I’m not here when he gets back, he’ll just come looking for me like the nosey, intrusive mother fucker he is.”
Deciding I’d rather have anything she’s willing to give me right now, I grip the skirt of her dress and bunch it around her waist. “I can still make you feel good. Can I touch you, Sutt?”
“Yes.”
As our lips meet once again, I grip her thighs and pick her up. She gasps in my mouth, but I kiss her harder so she can’t protest. Gripping her under her plush ass, I carry her over to the couch and sit down so she’s straddling my lap, like she was weeks ago.
I plan on picking up right where we left off.
The skirt of her dress rucks up around her waist and her hot pussy settles over my cock. My fingers find the wet spot on the gusset of her panties, pressing gently until I can feel the hard nub of her clit.
“So wet already. You need this, don’t you? Need someone to play with your needy clit until you’re a writhing mess.” I slip my fingers underneath the fabric and easily slip one finger inside her tight pussy. “Shit, you’re ready for me, aren’t you? Bet I could slip my cock inside right now.”
“Yes, I want that. I want your cock. Please, Ezra,” she whimpers as her hips start to roll.
The angle of my wrist isn’t working, so I pull my fingers free, and reposition my dick so it’s in the perfect position for her to ride.
“I can’t fuck you right now even though I’m dying to.
We don’t have time, but I promise you’ll get it soon.
Rub your cunt on my cock, baby. Show me how much you wish I was inside you. ”
I drag her face down to mine, tangling our tongues together as her hips start to move faster. The friction feels incredible, and hearing the sweet sounds she’s making are driving me quickly toward my own orgasm.
I have to grit my teeth as she settles her weight more fully on me, rolling her hips against my covered cock. I’m about to come in my pants from this incredibly sexy, goddess of a woman, taking everything she needs from me, unapologetically.
She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
Sutton’s hips stutter and her eyes roll back as she moans loudly, pressing more firmly against my lap as she comes, digging her nails into my shoulders. Imagining the way she’ll feel when I’m inside her has me shooting cum into my underwear, saturating through the fabric of my sweats, and grunting.
The woman in my lap opens her hazel eyes, cheeks and chest flushed with a post orgasm glow, and my dick twitches with interest, ready for round two.
The front door swings open, and Sutton scrambles off my lap, righting her dress. Her cheeks flush redder as Kendall’s gaze swings between us, his lips tipping into a salacious smirk as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
“Well what do we have here?”
“I told you not to come back, you jackass,” I mutter, trying to figure out how I’m supposed to change without my roommate seeing the soaked spot on my pants.
Fuck.
“Wow, dude. Touchy. Did you not have time to finish? I know blue balls can make you cranky.”
Sutton’s nose scrunches, but some of the tension leaves her shoulders at his teasing. “I should get back home in case my cousin needs something.”
“That was your cousin you were with tonight? Damn, she’s hot. How long is she in town?”
“You saw me tonight?” Sutton gapes at Kendall.
“Sure did. Looked like you were having a great time, too. Now, back to your cousin… does she like men?”
“I—yes? But she’s already out with someone right now.”
“Tell her my door’s open for when she gets back. I’m going to hit the shower so I can be ready in case her date can’t satisfy her.” With a wink at Sutton, Kendall strides down the hall, leaving an air of awkward tension in his wake.
“I’m so sorry about… him.” I scrub my hand down my face before I stand. The cum in my underwear has cooled, making the fabric stick to my skin uncomfortably and I wince.
Sutton’s eyes trail down to the wet patch and she gasps. “Oh my god, did I do that?”
“No. Well, yes and no.”
“You—”
“Came in my pants? Yes.”
“I didn’t think that was a thing that actually happened. Um, do you want to go change?”
“I’ll change in a second.” I cup her face, searching it for any signs of trepidation or regret. “Are you okay?”
“Other than your roommate walking in, I’m fine. I promise. More than fine. Great, actually. I can’t wait to do that again.”
I kiss her gently. “Me too. I know your routine was thrown off today, so go take a minute to yourself, do your face mask and write in your journal. I’ll see you tomorrow before the game.”
“I l–like that you know me so well.” She blushes, and I smile.
“Text me when you get home, okay?”
“Okay.” She tips on her toes again and kisses me tenderly. “Goodnight, Ezra.”
“Goodnight, gorgeous.”
Watching her walk out my front door is harder than I thought it would be.
I want to chase after her, beg her to let me sleep cocooned around her, and never let her go, but I stand where I am, listening for the tell-tale sign of her front door shutting.
I only move to grab my phone when it buzzes from where I’d discarded it on the arm of the couch.
SUTTON: Home safe and sound.
ME: Good. Text me if you get scared of the dark and need a snuggle buddy.
I don’t think you being here will help me sleep.
“Spill, Z,” Kendall says, scaring the shit out of me.
“God—you know, for being as loud as you are, you sure do know how to sneak up on people.” I head to my room, Kendall hot on my heels. He tries to come into my bedroom, but I shove him back by his chest. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re sitting on very important information! I don’t want you to lock yourself in your room and not tell me anything.”
“I won’t. Give me two fucking minutes.”
“Fine, but I’m setting a timer.”
I flip him off as I shut the door. Knowing him, he’s being serious, and if I’m not out of here in two minutes, he’ll barge in. I quickly shuck off my sweats and underwear, using tissues to clean up the mess on my skin. I’ll have to shower after I tell him what he wants to hear.
After slipping on a clean pair of pants, I open the door to find him still standing there, waiting.
I follow his lead, heading to the living room.
Kendall avoids the spot in the couch where Sutton and I were, opting instead for the opposite side.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to look at this piece of furniture the same way after what happened.
As soon as my ass hits the seat Kendall says, “Spill.”
So I do. I tell him about the rooftop, about a few weeks ago on the couch, and my conversation with Davis after the Connecticut game. I leave out what happened tonight, but from the look on his face, I don’t have to explain anything to him because he already knows.
When I’m done with my story, he nods slowly.
“Well?” He asks.
“Well, what?”
“When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend? Hell, ask her to be your wife at this point, damn. I haven’t seen two people so in love since Morgan met Hannah.”
“Weren’t you listening? We can’t just start dating. There’s too many complications with work.”
“Did you know there’s not actually a clause about employee fraternization?”
“What?”
“In our contract, at least. I don’t know about Sutton’s. I reread the one we signed, and there’s nothing against it. Most workplaces say there’s a rule against it to protect against sexual harassment lawsuits, but our contract doesn’t explicitly say employee relationships are forbidden.”
“I don’t understand, Mel always says—”
“Pff, I think Melanie is just allergic to romance and doesn’t want anyone to be happy.
If you want to be with Sutton, you would need to sign a relationship disclosure contract with HR, and I don’t think she would be able to perform any medical stuff on you, but yeah.
If that’s the only thing keeping you from making it real, don’t let it. ”
“What about the other people on the team? Don’t you think they’ll be judgemental or think… I don’t know.”
“Fuck what everyone else thinks, Z,” Kendall says, more serious than I’ve ever seen him.
“I never told you this, but I was worried about you when we got here. You gave up on going out, and started to close yourself off. I watched you slowly turn into someone who was about to make rugby their whole life, and I didn’t know how to stop that from happening.
Sutton showing up brought you back to life.
You’ve been happier the past few months than you’ve been in years, and I refuse to let you give it up for something stupid like a non-existent rule. ”
Hearing Kendall—the man allergic to relationships—say that, means more than he’ll ever know. He’s been the most supportive person of mine and Sutton’s relationship, and I don’t know how to repay him for it.
“Thanks, Ken. That… means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome, Z. Now, tomorrow, after the game, I promise not to come back here so you two can finally fuck. The tension between you two is suffocating me, and if I’m going to be suffocated, it’s going to be by a pair of great tits.”
Just like that, the vulnerable moment is over, and my best friend is back to his usual self.