Leaning against the counter, I cross my arms, eyeing the way the muscles in his forearms move as he finishes washing the last of the dishes. “I don’t think I’m that much of a distraction. You seem to be functioning just fine right now.”
The look in his eyes has arousal pooling between my thighs.
He dries off his hands, tossing the towel to the side. Ezra leans close to me, bracing himself against the counter on either side of my body.
My chest brushes against his as I take a deep breath. “You’re going to be late for your fight if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Good.” His lips graze my jaw, the word nothing more than a husky whisper.
A shiver rolls down my spine as one of his hands traces its way down my waist, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.
A small gasp leaves me as he pulls me away from the counter and into his body.
His cock swells, pressing into me.
I moan as his lips close over mine.
Teeth sink into my bottom lip, biting down hard before his tongue soothes away the sting.
I run my hands up his muscled chest, loving the way he sighs into my mouth.
The edge of the counter digs into the base of my spine as he leans closer, bending me slightly backward.
My hands link together behind his neck, holding on while he hauls my pants down my legs.
I pull back from him enough to take my shirt off and toss it to the side.
His eyes drop to my breasts, his mouth following the path of his gaze.
He teases me through the thin fabric, biting one nipple and then the other.
My thighs are slick as his fingers sink between my legs, circling around my clit.
“You’re already soaked.” He groans and grabs me by the hips, picking me up and putting me on the edge of the counter.
I lean back on my forearms, looking up at him as he turns and opens the fridge, pulling out a can of whipped cream.
I frown. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Ezra traces a line of whipped cream down my pussy before he crouches and licks it up. “Having my favorite dessert.”
My head tips back as he draws lines up my inner thighs, taking his time licking them away too. The sensation of the cold cream followed by his tongue is enough to have me grinding, trying to get his tongue exactly where I need it.
With a smirk, he puts a dollop of cream on my clit. “What do you want?”
I moan as he sucks off the cream. “Please.”
“Not good enough.” He sets the whipped cream to the side, grabbing a knife from the block and slicing through the center of my bra.
The fabric falls away as my heart slams into my ribs.
I try to press my thighs together to help with my aching pussy, but his waist is in the way.
Ezra leans over me, covering my nipples in whipped cream, taking his time swirling his tongue and sucking on the sensitive buds.
“I’m going to come.” I lock my ankles behind his legs, rocking into him even though he’s still fully clothed.
He bites down on my nipple, pulling it hard before soothing away the sting with his tongue. “Not unless you tell me what you want, but you’re going to have to make it fast. I have to leave soon.”
