Chapter 26 #2
“Pops wanted to ask our advice about having Glocc host and do a show for us,” Ezekiel went on as he grabbed his glass of wine. “His mixtape is fire, and he’s been doin’ his thing, but when he does BLVCKJVCK, I’m positive we’ll break him.”
Glocc’s song “Hold Me” with Tiffany Thomas was a favorite of mine. His sound on his own was gritty, but hearing him soften up and do a love song made me warm up to him entirely.
“Oh, that’s what’s up. I’ll be there,” I said.
Ezekiel chuckled. “Of course.”
Our server came and set out our appetizers. A tray of oysters and another of stuffed mushrooms. I wondered if Ezekiel had specifically chosen the oysters to get even more into the mood. Either way, it was a treat watching him scoop one up and swallow the meat within the blink of an eye.
“How are things with Alannah and Oisin? He did a good job last night with your father,” Ezekiel pointed out. “Mr. Graham wasn’t holding back at all.”
“We grabbed breakfast earlier,” I said. “I like him, he can take a punch. I think it was good for all of us for me to be there. I can tell Ali is relieved to be out with her relationship and to have things smoothed over between us and our parents. It definitely feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Ezekiel said as he grabbed another oyster. “I’m so close to my Pops, and I just couldn’t imagine us not having that relationship. I’m glad your father apologized and y’all can move forward. Life’s too short, you know?”
“Right,” I agreed.
I raised my glass of water and clinked it against Ezekiel’s.
For once in my life, I was happy. And I couldn’t be more thankful.
“I like this side of you,” Ezekiel said as we were going down the hall to his condo after we’d made it back to The Millennial.
I snatched his keys and walked with a purpose to his door to let him in. “You better like it.”
I pushed the door open and let Ezekiel go in first, but not without smacking his toned ass.
“Hey!” He turned and faced me incredulously.
Pressing my back to the door, I allowed my weight to shut it behind me. Before me, Ezekiel stood like the most decadent Hershey bar I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth in. Time was working against us. I was off for the night. He wasn’t.
Ezekiel caught the look in my eye and he already knew what was up. “Where do you want me?”
I knew what I wanted to do to him first and how I wanted to do it. I’d choreographed this whole event in my head to the last detail.
I nodded off in the direction of his bedroom. “On the edge of the bed.”
Ezekiel took off and I trailed him. From the corner of my eye, I caught Sadé darting by to go behind the sofa in the living room area. She still wasn’t as warm to me as Scor was with Ezekiel, but she wasn’t mean either.
For privacy, I shut the door to the bedroom behind us and turned to face Ezekiel. My heart was pounding in my chest, my blood was pumping, and I felt my sex throb with impatience and need. Like a good listener, Ezekiel was seated in the middle of the edge of the bed.
Slowly, I reached out, unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it out of my skirt.
Down to just my shelf bra, I sauntered over to where I had Ezekiel’s full attention and sat on his lap.
I undid his shirt and ran my hands up and down his strong chest and abs, loving the feeling of his muscular flesh. I needed to taste him.
“All mine,” I declared.
Ezekiel cupped my butt and held me in place. “Likewise.”
I grinned into his face. “No touching.”
To challenge me, Ezekiel said, “I have a condom in my wallet. Need help?”
“I brought my own, and no, I can do it.”
I climbed off of his lap and sank down to my knees.
He blew out a breath, anxious. Ready. His erection was already prominent before I went and unzipped his pants to pull him out. Thick and hot in my hands, Ezekiel was good to go. With my eyes on his, I dipped my head low and took a long lick of him.
I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a sound deep from his gut. “Fuck.”
I did it again, this time ending it with a twirl of my tongue around the tip.
His breathing was erratic and I hadn’t even gone crazy yet.
The smirk splitting my face couldn’t be contained as I took him into my mouth and became aroused at the sight of him becoming undone before me.
Ezekiel’s hands rushed to my hair, to my bun, tugging on it for some sense of control in this act.
Uh-uh. Gently, I dragged my top row of teeth across the sensitive skin of his length to send a message.
Ezekiel bolted up and I almost achieved my orgasm at the show.
He let go of me and I relaxed as I savored the taste of his skin, the sensation of his most delicate part in my mouth, the way I was making him feel.
I wasn’t a fan of doing it sloppy and dramatic, no, I took my time, savoring him as he unraveled in front of me.
I utilized my hands to massage him, and I didn’t lose eye contact for a second.
The feeling of his strong grip on my shoulder took me out of the moment as he moved back.
Ezekiel shook his head. “I gotta go to work after this. I’ma need my soul for that.”
I leaned back on my calves. “All right, we’ll get back to that.”
Reaching back, I undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. I stood and kicked off my heels, all the while feeling Ezekiel’s heavy gaze on me.
An idea struck me just as I was sliding my skirt down. “Are you going to be good and not touch me?”
Ezekiel’s eyes were glued to my body. “No.”
Didn’t think so. “Take off the rest of your clothes and sit in the middle of the bed.”
I slipped out of my panties and walked confidently and determined over to his closet. Inside, I knew where to find his ties. It was funny how things could come full circle.
In record speed Ezekiel had undressed and was already waiting for me in the middle of the bed. He peered at the ties in my hand and came back to me curiously.
“Since you can’t follow the rules,” I said.
I went over to the bed and gathered his right arm and brought it to the bedpost and tied his wrist there with my first tie. Ezekiel watched as I rounded the bed and did the same with his left wrist.
Now the games could really begin.
I found the condom I’d stowed away in my purse and put it on him with expert skill. But we weren’t going to use it just yet.
I crawled up his chest until it was very clear what I wanted. “Anyone ever tell you you talk too much, Zeke?” Placing my hands on the top of Ezekiel’s headboard, I balanced myself as I sat on his face.
Oh. Shit.
As if to get back at me, he wasted no time in kissing me tenderly right where I needed it most. I rocked against his face, wanting him desperately.
Without hands Ezekiel pleased me deftly and I felt my eyes close as I threw my head back.
“Untie me,” he urged as he slowed his progression.
I was close. So close. But I would not let him take over. Grudgingly, I lifted off his face and pressed my body to his to where we were chest to chest. I brought my lips to his neck and gave it a lick. “Not a chance, Zeke.”
I sat on him, taking him inside me and feeling myself come closer to the brink as he stretched me out.
I rolled my hips and let out a moan. Ezekiel wrestled with his constraints as his face twisted into pain and pleasure.
I wined into his body slowly, to keep my orgasm at bay and to relish him as much as I could.
“Come on, Nas,” he begged as his head sank back into his pillow. “Please.”
Mmm. The sounds of his enjoyment brought me dangerously closer.
“UGH!” I cried out at the abrupt force of him. Ezekiel was moving his hips, thrusting deep into me, needing me to cross the line first.
Still wanting control, I fought back as best as I could, riding him with just as much vigor until my vision was blurred and I couldn’t feel my legs.
It hit me hard, sending me spasming as I felt him pulsate inside me.
Collapsing on top of his chest, I breathed out a contented breath. “Shit.”
Suddenly, Ezekiel’s right arm was around me, holding me in place. He had never been securely tied, but he’d held back just for me.
Sleepily, I looked up at him with the dopiest smile on my face.
I love it here.