Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Skylar
I died and I’m in paradise , I thought as Ezra crouched over me.
He looked completely debauched, his dark hair in disarray, his pupils blown wide so I could barely see his irises, his face taut with determination and desire. Sexy little wrinkles appeared as he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at me, chest heaving.
“What do you want?” I asked breathlessly.
“To make you happy,” he replied with deadly sincerity.
If I had been the teeniest bit less turned on, I probably would’ve burst into tears.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered, all my self-control out the window. “I want you inside me.”
Nostrils flaring, body rippling with shivers and shudders, he stared at me for what felt like forever, before he nodded sharply. When I pointed at the top drawer of my dresser, he got up and strode over, opening it to get out a condom and lube.
Holding them in one big hand, he came back to me, settling between my legs again. His other hand snuck from the top of his thigh over to mine, and I couldn’t help but arch up in anticipation of the touch moving up and over to my leaking, aching cock.
“Skylar,” he said, his voice shot from yelling during my blowjob, which I didn’t think he realized he’d done. His hand finally cupped my cock and balls like he was maybe measuring them, his eyes hot and fascinated as they stayed locked on what he was doing.
“Pretend it’s your cock,” I encouraged him. “Do what you want done to yours.”
“But I want mine inside you, just like said,” he murmured, even as his hand wrapped loosely around my shaft, his thumb stroking over my leaking tip.
I cried out and surged up to catch his face in my hands, kissing him wet and hard, my body singing his praises. He followed me easily until my back was on the comforter again, my legs twining around his waist and drawing him in until I felt his cock brush my balls.
“ Oh ,” he gasped, his hand sliding away a second before his cock rutted against mine.
Staggered by how sensitive he was, his body wracked with spasms as we moved against each other, I sucked on his tongue and held him as close to me as I possibly could.
When I felt myself drawing closer to the precipice of orgasm, I broke the kiss.
But I didn’t need to say anything—he found the supplies on the bed again and his jaw ground side to side as I drew my legs up to give him the access he needed. He didn’t show any uncertainty as he circled the pad of his thumb over my hole dry, then came back with lube, smearing it around and then gently opening me up. I tossed my head and cried out.
“Now,” I begged finally.
“But you’re still so tight,” he worried.
“I know ,” I moaned.
He cursed and put on the condom, then repositioned us until he had my ass tilted up and the tip of his cock rubbed my hole. My toes curled as he began to tunnel inside me methodically, letting out this little grunt every time he hit the end of his downstroke. The wonder in his eyes made me feel powerful, like we were giving each other something special.
“You’re…” Ezra began, then shook his head and used his grip on my ass to hold me fully impaled on him while he carefully curled down to kiss me endlessly, deep and… sweet .
I ground my hips in circles, whimpering around his fat length filling me up just right, and he started to shudder again, his thighs shaking against me. “ There ,” I gasped when I bucked and the head of his cock pegged my spot. “You want to feel me come?”
All he could do was hiss against my lips, the shudders getting faster and bigger. Desperate now, our kisses got messier while I snaked my hand between our stomachs to work myself. In reaction, Ezra snatched up the open lube and squirted some onto my cock.
“Go fast,” he rasped roughly, “I need you to come first and I’m almost there.”
Just hearing that made me speed up, grinding and bouncing up and down a few inches on his cock while he held still aside from the shuddering, my head thrown back in ecstasy. My free hand flew over my head to grab the headboard as my orgasm broke, but it didn’t interrupt me moving on Ezra or touching my cock, the feelings too intense to stop.
“ God ,” Ezra roared as he exploded, his eyes screwed shut as his body bowed back.
If only I were a painter, I’d commemorate him in this moment on canvas over and over, because he was a spectacular work of art, free like I’d never seen him before.
When he was spent, he peeled his eyes open and looked down at me, his mouth hung open in astonishment, and his eyes traced over me, lingering on my fingers still toying with the wet head of my cock. “I…” His throat worked. “That was the best sex of my life.”
My nose fizzled like it did before I cried, and I answered honestly, “Me too, Ezra.”
He cleaned us up with the same calm patience I’d seen him use while he was working, and then he was back in my arms, nuzzling my neck and dropping kisses on my lips.
“Oh,” I sighed. “You should stay the night.”
Startled eyes shot up to me, wide with shy happiness. “Yeah?”
We got dressed again, then went to my couch to drink water and snack, Rocky pushing his way between us to settle with his snout on my leg.
This kind of quiet wasn’t something I was used to or had looked for, but it felt good, both of us petting Rocky while we ate and talked about our upcoming week. Even in my long-term relationships, I’d never done this. I liked to be independent, having my own work and friends, only sometimes sharing social outings with boyfriends. But listening to Ezra talk about his kids and the breakthrough conversation he’d had with his best friend made me think I’d been missing something.
Or, I’d been missing someone . I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else I’d dated, which was a really good sign, since none of those relationships had lasted. I knew it was way too fast to tell him how hard I was falling for him, but it was important for me to know.
“Hang on, I have to commemorate this,” I blurted out, hopping up to grab my phone and open the camera, flipping it so I could capture us. “You don’t mind, right?”
“No,” he said in amusement. “I’m aware of how much youngsters love their pics.”
Laughing and groaning at the same time, I took a few pics.
“Let me walk Rocky really quick,” Ezra said, “then maybe we can… go back to bed.”
I beamed at him as he stood up, Rocky leaping off the couch and going to the door.
He bent down to give me a slow, sweet kiss, then he and Rocky slipped out.
I hummed in satisfaction as I flipped through the pics to make sure they’d captured just how happy and relaxed we were. I didn’t even scrutinize myself, too absorbed by how gorgeous Ezra was, how he was so clearly a good man , and how we looked so right together. I tossed one up on my social media, not even needing to edit it first, and—because I wanted it so badly—captioned it: My man and me at the end of a perfect date night, featuring his dog .
Immediately—because, yes, my youngster friends were obsessed with social media, I couldn’t deny that—my friends in Florida commented. Ooh so handsome! Bring him home to Florida, he looks like he’ll be happier on the beach! You bitch, you snagged a daddy hottie!
Snickering, I locked my phone and cleaned up our snack, the better to be ready to jump back into bed with Ezra the second he and Rocky got back, already forgetting about it.