Chapter Happily Ever After
Two months later
Rani
An early fall breeze danced through the kitchen, tickling the small hairs sticking up around my face.
I swiped at them with flour-coated hands and then scowled at the feel of the powder dusted on my cheek.
This was supposed to be easy, and Ezra swore it was better than buying it frozen.
He was about to get this bowl of goop on his head for the blatant lie.
“My arm hurts,” I whined. “And there’s some perfectly delicious squares in the freezer that I could be halfway to eating by now.”
Ezra came up behind me, chuckling when he noticed that my spoon was stuck. Large hand completely covering mine, he helped mix in the last of the flour.
“It's more authentic this way,” he said, stirring the dough until no white remained. “And besides, break and bake is for quitters and bitter people who lack creativity.”
I gasped. He did not just say that! I considered myself a break-and-bake connoisseur , thank you very much. Somehow, another handful of flour found its way between my fingers, where it was cradled like live ammo before being launched over my shoulder and into his face.
All baking operations ceased. Ezra leaned into me, pinning my entire lower half to the counter. The spoon fell into the bowl with a clank.
“T-that was completely unintentional,” I babbled, unable to even turn around and see the damage.
Felt a tad premeditated to me.
I shook my head. “I swear!”
Hmmmm .
My palms began to sweat, but I couldn’t wipe them on my apron, not with Ezra caging me in like he was. One of his hands gathered my wrists and pinned them above my head against the cupboards. With just enough pressure, he slid them up higher until my ass arched out, and I was forced to my toes.
“Ezra,” I panted.
Keep them there.
He nuzzled my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to allow him more room.
Teeth sank into my skin in little nips, the sting soothed with the flat of his tongue.
Already my calves were burning, but I didn’t dare move.
I almost didn’t breathe. Two months of this and I still had no idea what Ezra had planned when he put his hands on me.
I felt him travel down my torso in slow, deliberate movements, until the apron tie on my back loosened. The button to my shorts followed soon after.
“I can take them o—”
A hard smack to my thigh made me yelp.
Move those hands again and this all stops.
I guessed he wanted to do it himself. In a few short tugs, my shorts and panties were on the floor. The apron still hung from my neck, over my shirt, but I’d learned my lesson and left it alone. A gentle bump to the inside of my ankle had me spreading my legs so Ezra could kneel between them.
“Gods, babe,” he groaned, face burrowing between my thighs. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for cookies anymore.”
One hand slid up my inner thigh, and my muscles clenched in anticipation. His thumbs dipped inward to stroke my lips and test how slick I was for him.
“But I still want something sweet,” he said, then playfully bit one cheek. “Grab that bowl and turn around.”
My eyebrows rose at the abrupt change, but I grabbed the unfinished cookie dough and turned until my lower back rested against the counter. Ezra gently took the mixing bowl and set it on the floor before straightening. He was so close that each breath I took pushed my breasts against his chest.
“You’re going to keep your hands on the counter like before,” he commanded, and I set my palms beside me on the granite. “Good girl.”
He slowly ran his hands up my sides to grasp the apron loop around my neck.
If he noticed my arms trembling, he didn’t let on.
At least not verbally. That fucking smirk though?
Oh yeah, he knew exactly what he did to me.
I was so wet my inner thighs were slippery, and it was only made worse when he pulled the apron over my head and threw it off to the side.
The shirt went next, except Ezra stopped once it bunched beneath my chin.
My breasts spilled out, unhindered by a bra, and his eyes fell to them as they rose and fell in time with my breathing.
Nothing missed his inspection. Not my flushed skin and peaked nipples, or the way I less than subtly rubbed my thighs together in search of friction.
“What’s the cookie dough for?” I asked, breathless from the way he stared at me.
Like he wanted to eat me whole and take his time doing it.
I had a mind to let him. He ignored my question and picked up one of the spilled chocolate chips from the counter, his gaze never leaving mine.
Pressing the chocolate against my nipple with his thumb, he held it there until the warmth of my skin made it melt.
Eyes locked, my breath hitched when he brought that same thumb to his mouth and sucked the excess away.
I want to paint you in chocolate and lick it off your skin.
“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that,” I whimpered, knees wilting at the visual he described.
I’ll do more than say it .
His mouth latched onto my nipple, and my hips jerked at the strong suction. It echoed in my core, tight little pulses that matched the swirl of his tongue. My head hung back, moans falling from my lips as the other hardened nub received attention too. Sharp tugs and hard pinches.
My breasts were never that sensitive until Ezra got a hold of them.
He was content to sit there and play, to wait patiently as they stiffened and woke, then ached from his attentions.
Flour and oil and a whole bunch of other shit soaked into my hair, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Not when Ezra released my nipple with a soft pop and dropped to his knees once more.
Remember, your hands don’t move.
“Why do you keep telling— oh God.”
It was a friendly reminder, I realized now. And just in time because my hands locked down on that countertop instead of yanking his hair. His mouth was on the move again, sucking at my clit like it was a lollipop and he was in need of a sugar fix.
“More,” I whispered breathlessly, my hips rolling out of control.
Of course, the second I made the demand, he did the opposite. The sound of ceramic sliding across the tile floor wasn’t a big enough hint for what he had planned. I was unprepared for the slightly sticky dough to be pressed between my lips and mixed with my arousal.
“Is that… what I think it is?”
I guess I am in the mood for cookies.
Ezra dove headfirst into his sweet mess, and I jolted at the exquisite feel of his tongue plunging inside me, chasing every crystal of sugar.
He licked at my slit, as if he were starving, until my toes curled, and the first wave of release struck me mute.
Mouth open on a scream that couldn’t escape, my entire body vibrated.
He didn’t let up. Right off the peak of my orgasm, two of his long fingers sank deep, and they kept coming, even when I rose onto my tippy toes. I bucked away from the intense pleasure, voice breaking as I cried out again and again.
“Please...I can’t!”
I don’t care if your legs are shaking. I’m. Not. Done.
My head thrashed, whipping my hair into random ingredients and scattering them across the counter.
A cloud of flour puffed into the air. The bottle of oil overturned and rained onto the floor.
Still, Ezra’s fingers never slowed. I was so wet he couldn’t possibly catch it all, but he lapped at me with targeted swipes of his tongue that had me begging.
Yes. Come on. Scream my name, Rani, and you can have my cock.
“Ezra!”
He stood, one arm hooked under my leg to bring me with him.
My bare ass met the cool granite and the chill did nothing but add to my shivering.
I was so close. Ezra positioned my foot on the edge of the counter and slid me as far forward as he could without making me fall.
My ass hung in mid-air, supported only by his hand and a lot of tense abdominal muscles.
The jingle of a belt buckle, my legs were spread even wider, and then he was there; the hot, blunt head of his cock pushing into my tight core.
No matter how many times we did this, he still stretched me to my limits.
Filled me completely; his cock forcing its way through my clenching muscles until it bottomed out.
We gasped at the same time.
You take it so well.
His approval made my walls clamp down harder, and I squirmed at the feel of him so deep.
I couldn’t take a breath because his cock was right there, in my fucking lungs .
Ezra rested his forehead against mine, and that small tip forward felt like six more inches.
There was nowhere to go. The cabinets behind my head and his unyielding cock in front, I could only squirm like a fish caught on his hook.
“No, no. Don’t run away,” he whispered, finally speaking out loud. “Press those hips into me.”
I wriggled, impaled and uncomfortable. “You’re too big like this.”
“You can take it,” he swore. “Here. Let me show you.”
Planting his hands on the granite, my leg over his elbow was shoved higher.
He slid out, stretching my entrance with the thick ridge of his shaft and then thrust roughly back inside.
Again. He repeated the movement with more intensity, slamming to the root every time.
I could do nothing but hold on and surrender.
Ezra’s hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb digging into the corner of my jaw so he could control the angle of my head.
“Watch,” he demanded. “Open those eyes and watch what I do to you.”
He relaxed his thumb so I could look down. The sight of his thick cock driving into me, the sounds it made when we came together…
Fuck. My teeth split my lip with how hard I bit down, but I couldn’t stop the way I twisted and writhed, locked in a second orgasm so powerful it dragged Ezra over the edge.
He pulled out at the last second and spilled over my stomach, cock twitching through the mess he made as he drew out his own pleasure.
Our breaths mingled in heavy pants as our hearts raced in tune. My body was sore, and I ached in deep places, but I was beyond satisfied. The cozy glow in my chest told me Ezra was, too. The kitchen faucet suddenly burst, shooting water at max capacity.
The spray saturated the counter and the bottom cabinets beneath the sink. Eyes wide, I met Ezra’s raised brow with a sheepish grin.
“I uh… I didn’t mean to do that.”
I knew he wasn’t mad. He dug under the sink to cut off the water and laughed the entire time. Even when I told him to shut up.
“It’s not funny!” I pouted, but his joy was contagious.
The kitchen was a wreck, my magick was still on the fritz, and we had to start completely over with the cookies… but I was so damn happy. Easing off the counter and onto numb legs, I grimaced at the mess I knew I looked. However bad the kitchen was, I was ten times worse.
“You’re beautiful,” Ezra said, watching me from where he stood at the sink.
I shrugged off the compliment but still blushed.
“Really,” he insisted. “I’ve never seen you glow more.”
“It’s the siren call, you sap.”
Carefully maneuvering around the fallen baking items, he came closer and shook his head.
“No, babe. It’s you .”
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
My stupid eyes didn’t get the memo and filled with tears anyway.
Happy ones. My siren call really was a problem, and it was why we were still here at the cottage and not starting the fall semester at school, but he was very earnest in his delivery.
It made it easier to believe him when he said sentimental shit like that.
I bent over to pick up the ruined batch of cookie dough, but Ezra took it from my hands and set it on the counter.
“We can clean up later.” His eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering on his seed still coating my skin. “Why don’t we go take a dip in the pond to wash off? Maybe you can practice breathing underwater.”
“You mean with your dick in my mouth?” I asked, arms crossed.
He didn’t bother denying it. That saucy wink said it all.
“Hey, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help you learn to control your magick. This is just me doing my part.”
Uh-huh. He said that every time he came up with a new way to “practice.” I was a little upset about having to take a semester off, but with the power boost I got from bonding, my magick was even harder to control than before. Lying to my parents was also pretty rough.
Honestly, the entire change was something that took time for me to come to terms with.
I grew up landlocked on my family’s farm, in a tight-knit community that lacked other kids my age.
That isolation made me want to explore the oceans and take advantage of all that college had to offer, like joining a sorority and making lifelong friends.
Well, I found all of that, just not in the way I imagined.
“So many afternoons of you doing your part , and I still broke the sink,” I frowned. “Maybe I need a new tutor. You think he would be interested in seeing how I hold my breath?”
“Them’s fighting words, babe.” Head tilted and mouth stuck in a smirk, Ezra stalked toward me.
I backed away with a giggle, bumping into walls and scooting around corners since I dared not take my eyes off him. He was too quick.
“You better get your cute little ass to the pond,” he warned. “Because if I catch you before your toes hit that water, we’re going to see what it's like for me to take your ass while your head is under a lily pad.”
I ran from the cottage with a squeal, Ezra not far behind.
He chased me out into the sunshine, both of us naked and free.
Catch me or not, it didn’t matter. Either way, I was completely happy.
A lifetime of this. That’s what I had to look forward to.
And no matter what nightmares lurked in the back of my mind, no matter the hardships we’d yet to face, I was ready.
I made the choice to live, and that was exactly what I was going to do.
THE END