Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
As I crawl onto the bed and sit in the middle, I make sure to push my ass out, hoping it entices my neighbor to not torture me.
Ezra lets out a groan of appreciation, and when I look over my shoulder, I find he’s divested himself of the rest of his clothes, and is stroking his cock slowly as his eyes scan every inch of my skin.
My eyes trail down to where he’s holding himself, a fresh wave of arousal wetting my panties when I see a glint of silver pierced through the tip.
“Is that a piercing?” He rounds the bed, stopping at the edge so I can see it closer. Two bars are pierced through the head—a magic cross, if my memory serves.
“It is.”
“Did it hurt?”
“It did at first, but it’s been a few years so it doesn’t anymore. Do you want to touch it?”
I nod, tracing my finger lightly over the balls at the end of each piercing. Ezra shudders at my tickling touch, and it spurs me to be bolder. I lean forward and trace the head of his thick cock with my tongue, playing with the silver jewelry there.
“Fuck, Sutt,” he groans as I take the head of him in my mouth, and suck. His hand gently grips my ponytail, tugging me off before I want him to. “You gotta stop or this will be over before I want it to be.”
My lips puff out in a pout and he bends to kiss me.
He pushes me back on the bed and hovers over me.
While he holds himself up with his left hand, his right hand trails from my hip, squeezing gently, up my sides, until he’s cupping my breasts.
I arch into him, craving his touch more than I thought I could.
He obliges my silent request, giving each of my nipples a quick pinch before he pulls back from our kiss.
“Will you…” God, I can’t even ask him for what I want.
“Will I what, baby?”
“Will you be rough?”
“What does rough mean to you?”
Embarrassment rises in my throat at how much I don’t know. I’ve watched porn and researched different kinks to see what I might like, but it’s different to think of them hypothetically versus experiencing it.
Like he knows I’m having trouble voicing my desires, he presses his forehead to mine.
“Do you want me to spank you? Slap these gorgeous tits, or your pussy? Choke you? Or do you just want me to fuck you, fast and hard? Ask me for anything you want, and I’ll give it to you.
We should have had a discussion about limits and preferences before, and I’m sorry we didn’t.
We can have that conversation now if you want to wait. ”
“No,” I whine. “I don’t want to wait, I want—I don’t think I’m ready for choking, but… I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to be spanked.”
“Spanked where?”
“On my ass. And… my pussy…”
He curses, and then he’s back on me, kissing me harder than before.
As he trails kisses down my body, he stops to nip at the underside of my breasts as his fingers tweak my nipples.
He plucks and pulls them, twisting them gently until they’re tight and peaked, then he flicks them with his tongue.
I arch into him, wanting more. Each touch of his lips to my skin feels like a shot of lust straight to my veins.
I whine when he stops playing with my nipples to trail more kisses down my body. My disappointment doesn’t last long, though, when his fingers find my swollen clit and rub teasing circles. My eyes flutter shut at the slight pressure, my head falling back to the pillow.
Smack.
The wet slap of his hand hitting my pussy registers before the slight sting. My eyes fly open as I lift my head, finding Ezra looking at me with pure, undiluted desire in his gaze. He stares into my eyes as he brings his hand down on my pussy again, ripping a gasp from my throat.
“You like that?” He rasps. I nod, and he spanks me again, slightly harder this time.
The pleasurable sting has arousal gathering between my thighs, and Ezra notices, groaning as he swipes his fingers through the wetness.
“Your pussy’s leaking on your sheets, baby.
I think you like being treated a little dirty.
Let me clean you up before we make a bigger mess. ”
As he settles between my thighs, I wonder if I should feel self-conscious. The thought vanishes the minute his broad shoulders spread my thighs and his tongue traces a slow path straight up my cunt. I feel more than hear the desperate groan he lets out before he practically makes out with my pussy.
Long licks of his tongue are broken up by teasing flicks against my clit, as his hands grip the meat of my thighs to keep me spread open for him.
I try my best to keep my head up so I can watch him, but the pleasure is too great, I can’t keep my eyes open.
The scrape of his stubble creates a delicious friction against my wet skin, enhancing the pleasure spreading through my body.
I’ve never felt anything like this. When I get myself off with my vibrator, it’s quick and efficient, and Jace never—
No.
Pushing all thoughts of him aside, I focus on Ezra, on the way his hips shift against my sheets like he can’t stop himself from seeking some friction. He said it’s been a while for him, too, so why isn’t he fucking me already?
Smack.
I jolt up again, finding him staring at me with concern. “Where’d you go, Sutt?”
“I was just wondering why you weren’t fucking me already, since it’s been a while for you. Surely you’d rather do that…”
Ezra’s brow furrows as he props himself up on his elbows. “Do you not like it? I can always do something else if you don’t.”
“No, I was enjoying it. I just thought… I don’t know.”
“Let me make it clear, then, so you can relax and enjoy this. I want to eat your pussy until you come all over my face. I want to feel you clench around my fingers while I play with your clit until you’re squirming.
I want to give you orgasm after orgasm, until I think you’re ready for me, then I’ll fuck you nice and hard.
I don’t care about me, not yet. Your pleasure brings me pleasure, and if you decided you didn’t want me to fuck you, I’d eat you out all night and still be happy. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Do you believe me?”
I nod, but he must not be satisfied by that answer, because he smacks my pussy again gently.
“Say it out loud, baby.”
“I believe you.” The last word breaks off in a moan as he slides two fingers inside me.
“Good, now let me get back to eating.”
As he settles back between my thighs, I push away any worries lingering in the back of my mind. He’s here, he wants this, and he would be honest with me if he didn’t.
I focus on the feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out of me, on the way his fingers squeeze my thighs harder when my hips jolt up to meet his mouth. I focus on the stretch of his fingers when he adds a third and sucks my clit between his lips.
One orgasm bleeds into two as he finds my g-spot and barely stops to take a breath.
When my pussy pulses with a third orgasm, he seems to be satisfied with my loose limbs and the puddle beneath my ass.
He presses a final kiss to my clit before he rolls off the bed, rifling through his pocket to produce a condom.
Part of me wants to ask him not to wear one, but that’s a conversation for another time.
I watch with rapt attention as he rolls it over his stiff length, before he kneels back on the bed. He grabs one of my pillows, instructing me to lift my hips so he can place it underneath.
“Ready for me, pretty girl?”
“So ready.”
I pull his face down to mine so I can kiss him while he slides inside me. Tasting myself on his tongue feels dirty and taboo, and it turns me on even more. The stretch of his cock is delicious, and even through the thin latex of the condom, I can feel his piercings rubbing against my walls.
He lets out a long, satisfied moan when he’s seated fully inside me, then pulls his hips back before slamming them forward.
“Fuck, yes. Holy shit, you feel so good.”
“So do—oh god—you.” The pillow under my hips makes it so his piercings rub against my g-spot and his pelvis rubs my clit with every thrust.
“Yeah? You gonna come again for me? I need to feel it on my cock, baby. Give me one more.”
“Ezra! Fuck.”
“You’re so gorgeous when you come for me.”
I didn’t think it would be possible to come twice in one night, let alone four times, but as his pace picks up, I feel the tell-tale signs of release pulling taut between my hips.
I want to watch him come, I need to see if he feels the same way I do, because this is more than sex. More than shared pleasure.
When I find the strength to peel my eyes open, I find Ezra already watching me, a look of pure awe on his face.
I reach up to cup his cheek, and he nuzzles into my hand as his hips stutter.
He turns to place a gentle kiss to my palm, and it’s the tender touch of his lips that sends me over the edge.
Though my eyes briefly close during my release, I open them just in time to see his mouth drop open as he comes, his cock jumping and pulsing as he spills into the condom.
The sounds of our heavy breathing, and the pounding pulse in my ears, is all I can hear as he collapses next to me and shucks off the condom, discarding it in the trash next to my nightstand.
He pulls me closer, spreading my comforter over us as he loops an arm over my hip and nuzzles the back of my neck.
We’re sweaty and the sheets are wet from how thoroughly he ate me earlier. I know I need to change them soon, and I should shower, but…
I can’t bring myself to move when being in his arms feels so good, so right.
I don’t know what the future brings, but I know I want Ezra to be part of it.
After snuggling for about ten minutes, Ezra begrudgingly gets out of bed and drags me to the bathroom. “Is today your hairwash day?” he asks.
“No, I usually wash it on Sundays.”
He instructs me to wait while he makes sure the water is the perfect temperature. While it’s heating up, he grabs a claw clip and twists my hair into it, then gently puts a shower cap over my head, making sure all the hair is inside.
I don’t think he realizes how much the small gesture means to me.
The shower isn’t huge—it’s one of those bathtub/shower combos, but it’s better than the shower stall in my old apartment, and I can actually fit in this bathtub when I take a bath. It’s a tight fit when he pulls me under the spray, but the closeness feels comforting instead of suffocating.
My shower has a bit of a ritual to it, and my first instinct when he asks me what to do is to tell him to forget about it, but he begs me to show him my routine.
He doesn’t make fun of me, or complain when I give him step by step instructions and show him how things work.
He takes extra care applying the body oil as the last step, making sure to get every roll and crevice on my body before he lets me repeat the steps on him before we get out of the shower.
I show him how to do my out of the shower routine, and then mirror the actions on him.
“I might have to shower here every day if it means I smell like you all the time,” he teases as I finish putting the lotion on his abs.
He’s been hard the entire time we’ve cleaned up, never making a move beyond a few teasing, tender touches.
As I kneel to apply lotion to his calves, his cock bobs in my face and I can’t resist leaning forward and licking a stripe over the pulsing vein on the underside before taking the head of him in my mouth.
I twist my tongue around the silver balls pierced through his head, then slide my mouth as far down as I can go before I gag.
“Fuck, you don’t have to do that, Sutt.”
I pop off him and look up. “I really want to, but I’ll stop if you don’t want me to?”
“No, I want you to. Of course I do. I’ll never say no to having your gorgeous mouth on me.”
With a satisfied smile, I slide my mouth back on him, using my slippery, lotioned hands to jack off the parts of his cock I can’t reach with my mouth. He undoes the claw clip, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail like he did earlier, helping guide me up and down his length.
“So good, Sutt. Shit, too good. Do you want me to fuck you again, or do you want to keep playing?”
My used pussy perks up at the idea of being taken again, so with one last lick up his cock, I reach into the bottom of my bathroom vanity and pull out the pack of condoms Dakota got me when I first moved here.
I pull it out of the foil packet, pinch the tip, and roll it over Ezra’s cock.
As soon as I let go, he’s pulling me up and crashing his mouth against mine.
He lifts me up onto the bathroom counter, shoving away beauty products that end up in the sink or on the floor, but I don’t care.
Not when the tip of him lines up perfectly with my entrance and he’s thrusting inside me to the hilt.
He watches with rapt attention where we’re joined, slowing his movements and making me squirm. I wish I could see over the pouch of my belly, but I’ll settle for watching the mesmerized look on Ezra’s face.
As he increases his pace again, his thumb finds my clit and rubs it in fast, firm circles.
“Remember when I said you can’t put me on your schedule?” He mutters. “I lied. Write my name on every fucking day because I’m never going to get enough of you, Sutt. Always going to want you. Fuck. Come for me again. I need to feel you clench around me again—yes. That’s it, that’s what I need.”
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as I come, and he buries his face in my neck as he follows behind not long after. When his hips still, he kisses me again, like he can’t bear not to have our lips touching for too long.
He helps me clean up the bathroom, then change the sheets, and we fall in bed together naked, wrapped around each other.
The last coherent thought I have is wondering if this is something I shouldn’t get attached to, because I don’t want it to end.