Chapter Thirteen Ezra #2
I indulge her request, not breaking my rhythm as she begins rocking her hips ever so slightly, taking whatever it is she’s seeking. I let her practically fuck my face as I continue the torture with my tongue until I feel her whole body go taut.
Then she’s melting right into me, her grip tightening on my hair so hard it nearly hurts, but I don’t care. I’d take any kind of hurt right now if it meant her getting her release.
I taste her through her shakes, and the aftershocks, too, until she’s literally wrenching herself away from my assault. Only then do I pull away to catch my breath.
I place her back on her feet and settle on my haunches as she falls down to the bed behind her.
“Holy shit,” she says, her legs still shaking as they hang off the edge of the bed. “That was . . .”
“Incredible, huh?”
She pushes back up to her elbows, looking down at me with a lopsided grin. “Very much so. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in . . . well, maybe ever.”
“Good.” I rise to my feet, ignoring the cry from my hip at all the up and down.
She reaches for my joggers, tugging at the waistband, and I snatch her wrists in my hands.
“But . . .”
I shake my head. “Another time. If I feel your mouth on me right now, I’m going to explode, and while the idea of filling that bratty mouth with my cum is enticing, I want to fill your sweet pussy first, Sunny. Understood?”
She swallows roughly, then nods. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, crawl up the bed, will you?”
I swear she’s moving before I even get the words out, and I chuckle as she goes, enjoying the scramble far too much.
I pad to the en suite bathroom in search of the box of condoms I’m fairly certain I have stashed in there. When I find them behind the mirror, I check the date just to be sure and am relieved when I see they’re still good.
Protection in hand, I step back into the bedroom and pause.
Summer’s lying in the middle of the bed. She’s up on her elbows, one leg kicked out straight, and the other bent at the knee. The lamp casts a yellowish hue over her, to where she’s almost glowing, and I suppose that’s fitting for the nickname I’ve given her.
She’s stunning. There’s no way around it. Made even more beautiful by the fact that she’s not trying to cover herself up and that she doesn’t look ashamed to be lying naked in the middle of my bed. Her confidence just makes her all the sexier.
When I finally meet her eyes again, she has one brow lifted in a silent Well? Aren’t you going to fulfill your promise?
And yes. Yes, I am.
I stop at the foot of the bed, tossing the box of condoms onto it before hooking my thumbs in my pants. Summer doesn’t take her eyes off me as I push them down my legs and kick them aside.
Which is how I know she likes what she sees. A lot.
Feeling’s mutual, I say to myself as I take my cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps. Not because I need to, but because if I don’t, I might die.
It sounds dramatic, but I’ve never been such a fucking wreck before. I’ve never been so goddamn eager for more in my life.
I place one knee on the bed, and Summer’s tongue slides against her lips in anticipation.
I drag the other up, then crawl to her, my heavy cock swaying between my legs the entire journey. She spreads her thighs for me, and when I finally settle between them, we both sigh as I slip against her warm, wet center.
I rock into her just because I can, and she moans, tossing her head back.
“Yes.” She drags the word out through a hiss. “That feels . . .”
“I know,” I say when she doesn’t finish her sentence. “I know, Sunny.”
Then I press my lips against hers because I can’t stand not kissing her any longer, and she twines her arms around my neck, pulling me down closer until I’m resting against her. It’s not my full weight—I don’t think she could handle it—but it still feels damn good to be so close to her.
I’m not usually one for physical contact, but I find that with her, I crave it.
That seems to be the case in more ways than one.
I try not to read too much into that as my cock brushes against her clit again, and she groans into my mouth.
“Ezra,” she says, pulling away. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“Me either.”
“Then do it. Fuck me already.”
How could I possibly say no to that?
I push onto my knees and reach for the condoms. I rip into the box, then open a foil packet with my teeth in an act of impatience, and just as I’m about to roll it over my shaft, Summer speaks up.
“Let me.”
It’s the same thing I said to her earlier, and I nod, handing the rubber to her.
She places it over my tip, using both of her hands to roll it on, and fuck, fuck, fuck. I could come right now. I could explode in her hand before I ever get the chance to be inside her.
She drags her palm over me once, then twice. When she goes for a third time, I grab her wrist to stop her.
“Problem, Mr. Rawlings?” she teases.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Brat.”
She shrugs, unbothered by the name as she falls back to the bed. She’s looking up at me with hooded eyes, and I fall on top of her, lining myself up with the part of her that I can still taste on my lips.
This time when I kiss her, it’s soft and sweet. Such a contrast to what I want to do when I finally get inside her.
Her hips search for my touch, and when they find it, she sighs as I slip inside her easily, like I was made to fit her. Or she was made to fit me. Either way, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Oh god,” she cries out as I press into her more. “Fuck, Ezra. I . . .”
But her words die on her lips as I drag my cock out of her, then slam back in.
And I get it, because I feel the same way. I don’t think I could speak right now if I tried, and honestly, I don’t want to. I just want to be in this moment. I want to feel every inch of her. Want to learn by rote every sigh and plea and buck of her hips as I fuck into her.
Her nails drag from my scalp over my neck and down my back. They’re sure to leave a mark or two, but I couldn’t care less. It’s worth it for this.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, my lips at her ear. “Like a fucking dream come true.”
“I could say the same about you,” she says, her breath heavy as I thrust into her again. “I didn’t think it would be this good.”
“You’ve thought about it?”
“And you haven’t?”
“Of fucking course I have. How could I not? You’re . . . you.”
I feel her smile against me, and all it does is spur me on.
I push back up onto my knees, eager to wring another orgasm from her and barely holding on to my own as I pound into her again. She traces her palms over my chest and down across my abs, never once taking her eyes off me, and I fucking love it because I want to watch her as she comes apart.
And come apart she does just a few moments later.
I can tell it slams into her out of nowhere, because it does the same to me, and I’m a roaring mess as I fill the condom with more cum than I ever have before.
Summer’s cunt squeezes me tightly, making sure there’s not a drop left behind as I fuck her through each wave, giving her everything I can until there’s nothing else to offer.
I collapse on top of her, and her lips instantly find the side of my neck.
I’m not sure how long we stay that way—me trying to remember how to breathe and her peppering kiss after kiss against me, but it’s long enough that I’m very close to making a real mess between us if I don’t move soon.
With reluctance, I peel myself away and climb off the bed to dispose of the condom.
I make my way into the bathroom, resting against the sink as I wash my hands. My hip is practically burning at this point, but I don’t care. That was worth it and more.
Summer takes my place when I get back, and when she’s finished, she climbs under the sheets beside me.
She snuggles up against me, and my arm goes around her automatically as if this were something we do every night.
Panic races through me in a flash at the normalcy of this all.
What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are we doing? This is such a bad idea. I need to find a way to make her leave. Say something assholeish to make her run away. We should put as much distance as possible between us.
Yet . . . I can’t find it in me to do any of that.
All I want to do is pull her closer and sleep.
So that’s what I do.
“You know,” she says after several quiet moments. “We never did look over those kitchen plans together.”
I chuckle, dragging my fingers through her hair that’s sufficiently tangled at this point. “No, I guess we didn’t. We’ll deal with it later. Right now I need sleep. Apparently I have a long day of reconfiguring a kitchen tomorrow.”
“Deal.” She kisses my chest, then curls into me, and I tighten my grip on her, almost like I’m afraid she’s going to disappear in the middle of the night.
She might. She should. Because this really is a bad idea. Possibly the worst one I’ve ever had.
But I can’t deny that I want to do it again.
I am so fucked.