“How did you know?” When even I didn’t know?
“I know everything about you,” he declares in such a dominant voice that a shiver runs through my body.
His eyebrows twitch before he gently pulls my ripped jacket off—there’s a big tear on the back. He unzips his hoodie and takes it off, quickly putting it on me and pulling the hood up over my head. It feels amazing. Being wrapped in more of his scent and warmth. It smells familiar somehow. Soothing.
He growls, his hands land on my hips, taking a firm hold as he looks me up and down with the same level of hunger as before—maybe even more. I am not afraid. The idea of being consumed by him makes me feel heady.
I give him a little smile as I lean into him. I turn my face into the shoulder of his thermal shirt, smelling the rich scent of Ezra right from the source. I let out a soft whine as I feel his palms lowering on my ass cheeks and pulling me even closer against his body.
It feels so good, I snuggle up to him and close my eyes. His breath scatters on my temple and his body warmth digs into me as I relax a little more into his arms. I feel drained. Through his firm touch, he seems to convey that I’m safe with him. His caging arms hold me still, pinned to him. A question floats to the surface of my barely conscious mind.
Was I saved? Or was I captured?
I wake up feeling all groggy. There’s a rich scent of pine and ash coming off me. I must have mixed my clothes in the dorm laundry room with Ezra’s. Ezra’s?
Everything comes back to me in a rush. The air gets stuck inside my throat for a few seconds. I touch the side of my head with trembling fingers and wince a little. The panic I felt has vanished, but I still feel kind of woozy and disoriented. I slowly open my eyes, I’m on a bed wearing only a big T-shirt. His T-shirt, hence the pine and ash scent all over me—then why have I been smelling the same scent back in my dorm room? He never came to visit me—at least, not whenIwas there…
He must have brought meherewhile I was unconscious and changed my clothes. The thought of him tending to me makes my stomach flutter. It should make me feel uneasy, imagining myself in such a vulnerable position, but it just doesn’t. Because of the red bandana around my bruised wrist and the pink Band-Aids on the side of my hand and around my finger. They have little black hearts drawn on them. Ezra did this. He gave the same ones to Sari once. The extreme cuteness of it which I would’ve never associated with Ezra makes me grin. I know very little about him… apart from the stalking part. Still can’t believe that, by the way.
It’s dark outside—no sunlight is attempting to sneak in between the bamboo blinds. I must have slept only for a short time.
I feel hot. As my head starts to get clearer I notice the heavy arm around my waist, caging me against a big, granite-hard body. Ezra’s hot body. He cocoons me under the soft duvet and it strikes me how perfectly I fit against him. Nestled and tucked into him. I like it a fuck of a lot.
Something hard is poking between my thighs. Gods, is he…? In his sleep? Nope. It’s morning wood. I have it too, but for a completely different reason—Ezra’s proximity being that reason.
The flutter resumes. Multiplies. Spreads. My heart beats violently as I remember his kiss, his taste. His ardor, the greediness, just as intense as he is. My ass clenches while my brief-clad dick gives a twitch. I wiggle my hips, unable to stay still when the sexiest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard whispers in my ear, “Relax, Little Chick.”
“Ezra,” I almost moan.
He hums. “Who else?” His arm tightens around my middle, pushing my ass firmly against his growing dick. How much bigger is it going to get? My shoulders stiffen. My hands are sweating while my mouth has suddenly turned dry. But when he lets go of me and moves away, I make a disappointed sound.
“Umm…get up?” The extremely high-pitched, half-comprehensible words have come out of my mouth for some reason. If he didn’t know how awkward I can be, he certainly does now.
But his body settles right back to where it was—spooning my back. He hands me something, my glasses, before burying his face into my neck and chuckling.
“I’m already up.” He grinds that hard bulge between my ass cheeks. My eyes flutter closed before rolling in the back of my head.
His strong fingers move down my neck, starting an erotic caress over my body, my shoulders, chest, nipples, belly. All the blood rushes down to my weeping cock, and the most delicious tingles dance along my skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I can only nod energetically in response.
The tips of his long fingers hook under the waistband of my briefs, but he doesn’t make any move to push them down.
“Don’t deny me, Sully.”
It sounds like such a sexy command that I have to grit my teeth not to come right here, right now. I should be asking him questions, like where I am and why he stalked me, but my mouth remains silent, and I arch my hips in eagerness, holding my breath until his fingers slide inside my briefs and wrap around my dick. I can’t stop the whimper escaping my mouth.
Am I dreaming? No, this is real. I’m actually doing this. Doubts start bubbling up, but I push them down. I need this. To live my life fully, and where better to start than having some fun with my crush?
I give in and thrust both of my hands into his thick hair. Luxurious, soft. I twist the silky strands around my fingers as I feel his mouth sucking and biting my neck.
“I’ll devour every single part of you from head to toe and make it all my own,” he hisses, stroking my balls and cock so perfectly.
Holy fuck! He rarely ever spoke to me or showed emotions. But right now, his voice is warm and rough, wrapping around me like a blanket of desire so thick I can barely breathe.
“Use me to make yourself feel good,” I moan, not even knowing what I’m saying as long as he keeps jerking me off.
I’m abruptly flipped onto my back. He grabs my white briefs and yanks them off, then raises them to his face. A deep inhaleand his eyes darken like he’s feeling undiluted rapture. I swallow hard and almost melt like a popsicle right here on this bed.
