Ezra
Idrag her behind me as she stumbles in her heels, careful not to let her fall. The path from the elevator to the room feels a hundred miles long.
She fumbles with the key card to her hotel room as I stand a step back from her, hands securely stuffed in my pockets.
Because I know I won’t be able to hold myself back when I finally touch her the way I’m desperate to, and I’m not so sure she is into exhibitionism, otherwise, the hallway of the hotel fits me just right.
I’m with Noah, so it was only natural that we opted for Kaeli’s room, since she doesn’t have a roommate.
“Hurry,” I growl as goosebumps break out on her exposed back, distracting her, but impatient for her to just open it. Finally, the light turns green, and I practically push her inside.
Forcing the door shut, I haul her to my chest, pressing her against the nearest wall as she gasps. If you asked me who initiated it first, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. But the moment our lips touch, everything ceases to matter, and breathing the oxygen becomes an afterthought.
The kiss isn’t sweet, no. It’s hungry, passionate, and wild like we both are. Her soft lips fight mine for dominance, her hands traveling the length of my back. Clasping her hands, I hold them over her head against the wall. She whimpers, and it just fuels me, tempts me.
She groans to signal her opposition, but I don’t give in, so the wild thing bites my lower lip, causing me to growl. But much to her frustration, I don’t pull back even when I taste my blood.
She pulls back and looks at me with narrowed eyes as both our chests heave, our heavy breathsintermingling with each other’s. I dive right into her neck and suck on the soft skin.
Her head falls back on a moan, granting me more access to tease her neck. Holding her hands in one of mine, I slide my free hand from the swell of her breasts to her belly to the hem of her dress.
Her milky soft thighs part for me, and I groan in satisfaction, taking her tits in my mouth over her dress.
The second I put my hand under her dress, I still. I look at her with wide eyes as I mutter, “You’re not wearing any panties.” The vixen grins and shakes her head. “Fuck, Feather, you’ve been walking around naked in this dress,” my gruff voice reaches my own ears.
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering as I caress her thighs with the back of my hand.
Instead of touching her exactly where she wants me, I torture her the same way she had done all night in this sorry excuse of a dress. “Ezra, touch me,” she demands, still not letting go.
Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pussy on my hand, begging me to touch her.
“I could’ve bent you over any time tonight andfucked you raw. And you wouldn’t have stopped me, would you, Kaeli?” I ask even though I know the answer.
“No,” she whimpers and shakes her head. I was expecting this response, but her saying it still does something to me, and I lose it.
I capture her lips in a harsh kiss as my fingers finally give her what she has been waiting for. “Jesus fucking Christ, Feather. You’re dripping wet,” I groan in her mouth, my tongue plunging into it. “Tell me, Feather, is this all for me? Did I make you this wet?” I demand.
She moans when my thumb flicks her clit, “God, yes.”
“Wrong, Feather. There’s no God here. Just me,” I say, pulling back from her mouth, staring right into her eyes with dilated pupils as I drive three fingers straight into her weeping pussy.
“Just you,” she breathes over my lips, her eyes seeing right through me.
Twenty Two
Kaeli
Just him.
Just him and me.
I never thought there would come a day when Ezra Moore would have his lips on mine and his fingers in my pussy. And, for the record, I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m the opposite of complaining, whatever the fuck that is.
I don’t even know what I’m saying or thinking at this point as he thrusts his digits right into my pussy without any warning. A moan breaks free from my lips when he startsmoving them.
In and out, in and out.
I bite my lower lip to hold it in and be quiet when he suddenly stops.
