Chapter 20 #4
Ezekiel wanted my utter demise as he grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath me, giving him a better angle to go deeper as he plunged into me.
I cried out, not expecting the size of him, the feel, or the pleasure. The first hard stroke had my legs wrapped around his waist as my head fell back.
Shit.
“Zeke!” I let out, shaking my head. “It’s too much.”
My only warning was that smirk that crossed his face. “You’re a big girl, you can take it.”
Another stroke had my eyes rolling back and mumbled nonsense leaving my tongue. Each thrust was hard, a punishment. A message.
One he seemed intent on searing into me as his hand came down around my throat. Ezekiel hovered over me, stilling as he was deep inside me. “Open your mouth.”
I did as instructed, opening my mouth and watching his eyes track me.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I knew what this was. My brain went on alert, usually against the idea. But something about his tone and the way he was looking at me had me sticking my tongue out, too horny and desperate to stop.
Ezekiel angled his head, leaned close like he was going to kiss me, and then he spit on my tongue. An act that was both aggressive and erotic.
His hold on my throat tightened as he applied pressure. He stared down into my eyes, firm, serious, expectant. “Swallow.”
I should’ve felt degraded. Humiliated. Disgusted. But instead, I felt my sex clench around him as my clit throbbed and I became wetter. Turned on. Feral.
Looking Ezekiel in his eyes, I swallowed his spit and moaned as it went down my throat.
“Fuck,” he let out as he released me.
Ezekiel brought his mouth to mine as he began taking me at a pace that had me clawing at his back. The pressure and sensation were too much. As much as I couldn’t take it, I wanted more and more. It was too good.
My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut, trying to hold it back, but knowing I couldn’t.
“Cry for me.” His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered to me calmly, guiding me through my orgasm. “Give it all to me.”
I was a goner.
My soul had left my body.
Paisley was right, Ezekiel was a demon.
I was in a daze, barely able to move or register the time when Ezekiel asked, “Hungry?”
Numb or not, my stomach wasn’t having it. It grumbled at the invitation.
“Starving,” I let out.
“Cool, I’ll go whip us something up.”
His footsteps retreated out of the room and I almost let myself fall asleep. I didn’t want to move, all of me felt listless, but I needed to get up.
Stiffly, I threw one leg over the side of his bed, followed by the other.
Sitting up was nothing, but standing was where gravity became a challenge.
Whoa. I didn’t let this stop me from finding my way to his bathroom so I could use it and shower.
The humidity in the air and the condensation on the glass doors let me know he’d already done so himself.
Ezekiel lived alone, so there were no other showering options than his bodywash or the bar of Dial soap in the soap dish on the counter.
I took a new washcloth from the neatly folded pile on the shelf above the toilet and grabbed the bar of soap and took a shower.
Under the hot spray of water, I felt myself transform.
The water, mixed with the sex, had my mood lifting.
By the end of my shower, I was smiling and giddy, especially when I got the bright idea to dig into Ezekiel’s clothes and put on one of his dress shirts.
Whatever Ezekiel was cooking smelled delicious. Time must’ve really slipped by as I was coming down, because he was dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top when I discovered him in the kitchen stirring something in a skillet.
“That smells good,” I said, announcing my presence.
Ezekiel looked over his shoulder, spotting me and slowly smiling. His eyes ran down my body drenched in his shirt and his smile broadened. “Stir fry.”
“Yum.”
He turned the dial on the stove and the flame from the burner went off. He had two plates set up on the island along with two empty glasses. I stood taking it in, the sight of him cooking for me after doing that to me, and the natural feel of it all.
Sadé was on the chair in the living room curled up in a ball asleep.
“Hey,” Ezekiel said, gaining my attention. “You’re staying the night, right?”
I was in no mood to drive. “Uh, yeah, but your job…?”
Ezekiel shrugged. “I took the night off.”
I bit my lip, feeling shy suddenly. I wiped at my brow to hide my face as I looked at the ground. “Um, we’re gonna need to change those sheets.”
I had never had an orgasm that powerful before in my life, and the evidence of it couldn’t be avoided. I was almost certain there was a puddle underneath the bed.
The amusement on Ezekiel’s face couldn’t be missed as he scooped out portions of the stir fry on each plate. “No problem. Come eat. I’ll go handle that.”
He set the skillet back on the stove and came by me, stopping to kiss my temple before he went to go change those soaked sheets.
Alone, I jumped into action as I found my clutch on the floor. I didn’t have time to call Paisley, but I would let her know I wouldn’t be around to tell her about my date like I’d promised.
Me
Can’t talk, but after my date with Gray I ended up with Ezekiel
Paisley
Paisley
BITCH WHAT?!
Paisley
Now hold the fuck on
I sent her an exasperated emoji face because it was exactly how I felt and could only define the situation perfectly.
Me
Lonnnnnng story, but it was WORTH it!! He put me through the mattress
Paisley
Smh, girl we will talk in the morning
The morning after, when I would do my walk of shame.
Me
I fucked up
Paisley
Oh I know
I put my phone away and sat on one of the stools at the island, just in time as Ezekiel was coming back into the room.
His hand cupped the back of my neck and trailed to my shoulder as he came by me and sat down. Next to me.
The touching was different now—intimate. It was as if he knew me, and I supposed he did. One searing gaze at my shoulder and it was like he pushed the material of his shirt back and kissed my skin there and I felt myself blush.
In another moment, Ezekiel leaned over, grabbing the edge of my stool and pulling me toward him. He came and gave me a brief, chaste kiss that sent my soul to a blissful peace.
Mmm.
“So,” he said as he settled back and forked at his plate, a proud smile on his face. He glanced at me, smirking. “How was your date?”