Chapter 28
Twenty Eight
Kaeli
Iheave a disappointed sigh when I see his car fade into the distance.
What else was I expecting, for him to want me? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything.
Of course, he’d leave. I suggested it after all. He doesn’t need to make an effort to get laid; he has a slew of the kind of girls he likes lined up.
Removing my shoes, I carefully line them up with the others in the rack, and only take a few steps inside when the pounding of my door shakes me and the house, it feels like.
Without thinking, I swing the door open, and there he stands, panting like he ran a marathon. I see behind him to see if he actually did, and find his car parked haphazardly.
Bewildered, I begin to ask him, “What the f–”
Instead of an explanation, he walks right in, shutting the door with the back of his foot and hauling me to his heaving chest as he smashes his lips to mine.
As the surprise of his actions wears off, I wrap my arms around him and tilt my face to deepen the kiss. He releases a sound somewhere between a satisfied groan and a whimper the moment I reciprocate.
Erratically kicking off his shoes, he walks back with me still glued to him. Smacking my ass lightly a couple of times, he indicates for me to jump. I oblige and wrap my legs around his tapered waist.
“Where’s,” he mumbles between eating my mouth, “your bedroom?”
I tell him and guide him straight to it, and he walks without once detaching our lips. Thank God for that miracle.
The moment we reach my room, he throws me on my bed, causing me to shriek and bounce on the mattress.
Ezra regards me as akin to how a predator would its prey: intense, fixed, and purposeful. And I squirm exactly how a prey would under scrutiny.
“I would only give you this one chance, Kaeli. Tell me if you want me to leave,” he warns, the timbre of his voice so low, I’m not sure how I’m able to hear him above the hammering of my heart as it threatens to burst out of my chest. “I’ll walk out this door right now.
But if you don’t stop me,” he pauses to give me time to process as his eyes rake over me.
“I’m not sure anything can. And then the only way I walk out this door is after I’ve fucked you so fucking good that you’d be ruined for any other man. ”
My breath stutters and thighs clench at the gravity of his words, rubbing together as my core starts to ache. His nostrils flare, his jaw clenching as a prominent vein feathers there, his body vibrating with impatience as he waits for my answer.
Even though I would love nothing more than to make him wait, prolong his misery, my need for him wins.
Locking my eyes with his, I purr, “Ruin me, Ezra.”
One second, he’s standing by the door fully clothed, and the next, he’s down to his underwear, his clothes strewn around the bedroom floor, and pulling me to the edge of the bed, stripping my lower bare of my leggings and panties in one hurried movement.
A gasp flows out of my mouth as I’m dragged over the fluffy futon. Then ever so slowly, he spreads my legs open and lowers his mouth between them. He plants the softest of kisses to my toes, then my heels, and moves to my calf.
My elbows give out, and I fall on my back, as he proceeds to drop kisses on the underside of my knees.
His rough fingers dance over my waist while he continues to torture me, tease me, touching every part but where I want his mouth the most.
My fingers grip the bed sheet, my body shivering with anticipation as my breath comes out in short puffs. “Please,” I whine for him to put me out of this torment.
After what feels like hours, he finally heeds my prayer when he nuzzles his nose in my heated pussy and sniffs it.
“Fuck, you smell divine, Feather,” he groans. “I’ll enjoy feasting on you.”
I whimper for him to do just that. Feast on me, eat me, finish me, ruin me.
I see heaven on earth when his velvety, moist tongue glides over my folds and flicks my clit. “Fuck, Kaeli, your pussy is dripping wet. Tell me, is this all for me?” he grunts, blowing over it, making me moan and quake like a flickering flame in a windy room.
A sudden sensation has me jolting in surprise and looking at him with eyes as wide as a saucer. “Eyes on me, Feather,” he growls, his voice gravelly. “Eye on me when I’m between your legs and talking to you.” He slaps my pussy again.
My head bobs as I fix my eyes on him. Pleased with my submission, he repeats, “Are you this wet for me, Kaeli?”
“Yes, yes,” I croak.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now, do you know what good girls get?”
“No,” I utter on a breathy moan.
“Good girls get rewarded, Feather.” With that, he dives right in and laps up my juices as if it’s his holy water. He drinks it like he’s been parched for it, dying for it. He eats me out like redeeming himself and seeking salvation.
And me? I’m a mere vessel for him to do with, for him to use as he pleases.
His tongue plunges between my slick folds without prior warning, and his thumb presses into my clit, heightening my pleasure and reducing me into a greedy, desperate mess.
Curling his tongue skillfully to touch that spot that has me curling my toes and massaging my bundle of nerves, he gives it all to coax pleasure out of me.
My hand shoots out and clutches his hair in a death grip as I shamelessly gyrate my core on his mouth like a cat in heat. He groans against my pussy in gratification, sending a full-body vibration from my head to my toes.
Too far gone, my hips buck, chasing the much-needed pleasure, working on the knot tightening in my belly, begging for release. His hand splays out over my waist, and he presses my body down, suppressing my motion as it hinders his feast.
“Look at you, a writhing mess for me,” he grunts, his words making my pussy quake.
“Yes, please,” my words filling the room with the sound of my loud moans.
With far too much effort, I tilt my head to look at him devouring my cunt when his dark eyes connect with mine over my mound, as he continues to lap at my juices. The glimpse of him so consumed in consuming me is enough to bring me the orgasm.
He goes ahead and inserts his fingers right between my slippery walls. The combination of his intense and heated gaze on me, and his tongue and fingers in my pussy, along with his filthy words, makes me shoot like a fucking rocket. “Come for me, Feather. Drown me in your cum.”
My head falls back, and my eyes screw shut. My knuckles whitening as they clutch his hair and the bed sheet as I come with a breathy cry of his name on my lips like a prayer, “Oh my God! Ezra!”
“That’s right, Feather. I’m your God, Devil, and everything in between,” his husky, smug voice penetrates the veil of my climax-induced coma.
His thick fingers and silky tongue help me ride my high as he continues to thrust them in my pussy. Then, I surprise even myself and come again, and I don’t stop.
Ezra groans as soon as he realizes that and slurps my cum even faster, cleaning me up with his skillful mouth. “God! Look at this greedy cunt, gushing like a faucet left open, squirting like a filthy pussy and drowning me.”
I think I should be embarrassed that I squirted, but all I can feel is a rush of exhilaration and pride at his words, making me whimper.
Finally, when my orgasm subsides, and he cleans me up with his tongue alone, he climbs over me, placing his hands on both sides of my head.
With barely any strength left in my limbs, I try and fail to reach his lips for a kiss. And that doesn’t escape his notice as a devilish, smug grin spreads over his lips as they glisten with my release. He leans down, grabs my neck, and kisses me for me, his tongue swiping right in.
I feel my musky taste in the kiss, and I finally lift my hands and pull his face impossibly closer when his wet boxers brush against my thigh.
Startled and more than a little confused, I pull back from the kiss as he greedily follows. When he fails, he glares at me with his brows furrowed. “What?”
I don’t even know how to ask, but I do, “You…You came in your underwear?”
This time, his brows touch his hairline, “Don’t blame me! Have you looked at yourself? Have you looked at how fucking gorgeous you look in nothing but my hoodie as you squirt like the fucking champion you are, Kaeli?”
Blush creeps from my neck to my cheeks at his weird way of complimenting. Still, I apologize for it with a wince. “Yeah, sorry about squirting.”
Instead of accepting my apology like a gentleman, he growls at me like an animal, “Don’t fucking dare apologize for something so fucking sexy, Feather.”
Stunned and not sure how to reply, I nod. “O…Okay.”
“Good girl.”
God! Why the fuck do I like it when he calls me that?
“Now, stop blushing, Feather. We’ve got lots to do,” he smirks at the effect he has on me.
My eyes squint at him, my confident side making a comeback, “Your cock being unable to hold it in would suggest that it’s you who needs that reminder.”
Instead of being annoyed or offended, he grins cheekily. “There she is, my fighter.”
Fucking fuck!
Why did my heart flutter and melt right at his feet into a puddle?
Because he makes you feel and face the emotions you hide not only from the world but also from yourself.
Wow, very helpful. Thank you, brain.
Ezra’s voice breaks my inner monologue when he asks, “Got a condom?”
My eyes widen as I shake my head. He groans in frustration as his forehead falls against my shoulder. “God damnit, Kaeli.”
Again, an interruption of us finally having sex rings warning bells. What if this is a sign? What if the universe is trying to tell me something?
What if sleeping with him would be my downfall?