“Yes. Like these Band-Aids?” I raise my hand with the pink plasters.
“I should have shattered that dickhead’s skull,” he hisses, looking down at them.
So, he didn’t then. “What happened to thatdickhead?” I should have asked as soon as I woke up. Did he kill him? Let him go? But do I really want to know?
The doorbell rings, halting his answer.
“I ordered some food.”
Don’t go,I want to say but who likes a clingy guy?
Ezra pulls out of me once again. Before releasing me, he presses his nose into my hair and draws in a deep breath.
“Sex smells good on you,” he rumbles. Then he lets me go and leaves the bed. I look at him as he pulls his jeans on. His ass is as incredible as his cock. Round, muscular, a little fuzz covers it. Makes me want to pinch it.
He walks out, and I decide to visit the bathroom. My ass stings when I stand up—and fall down on the bed. I try it again. His cum starts leaking out, and with every awkward step, I remember why. It makes me smile like an idiot. I use the paper tissues from the box on the small table near the window, making a mess, dropping sticky tissue everywhere. But I don’t care. I’m not a virgin anymore! I want to scream it, but maybe I should just settle for a text to Brad. Later.
The bedroom is large. I like the dark tones of the furniture contrasting with the light color of the walls, sheets, and curtains.The water-blue carpet reminds me of a calm sea, and the ceramic statue of a white cat on the chest of drawers of Pink.
I throw all the tissues in the waste basket. Doing it without a condom was stupid of me. It felt hot to have him bareback inside, and when he came and filled me up? My soaked ass clenches eagerly at the memory. But I could see how experienced Ezra was in bed. I need to talk to him and be more careful next time. Because there is going to be a next time. Yay!
I see a green hoodie on the chair, it smells like Ezra. I wear it before walking into the hallway. The first room is a bathroom. I get in and close the door. I relieve myself and wash my hands—the water comes out of the faucet too strongly, getting the front of the hoodie wet. Fuck. I could change, but I want to keep wearing it and I’m actually hungry. The fabric is not drenched. I’ll be fine.
As I dry my hands, I notice that the hand soap is the same brand I usually buy. One of the toothbrushes in the cup on the sink looks like the one I use, the brand-new toothpaste as well. I look around and find all my favorite toiletries, the crossword puzzle magazine I like, and the book I’m reading right now. Wow. This level of knowledge means Ezra watched me closer than I thought. But how close?
I leave the bathroom, and as I walk toward the noises coming from the end of the hallway, I slide my hands into the hoodie’s pockets. I find two empty bags of M&M’s. That explains the sweet chocolaty taste when he kissed me. Does he like them that much?
I’m smiling when I get to the kitchen. Ezra’s presence snatches all my attention. How could it not? His mere existence is so powerful that I instantly feel drawn to him. He’s humming atune while placing the food on the counter, wearing only a pair of black jeans, no shoes, no shirt. His wide back has more old scars marring it, but the fresh red claw lines are the ones that make me wince. I did that while he was fucking me. I feel guilty and satisfied at the same time. What am I becoming?
I look away and around the kitchen. It’s as new as the rest of the place. A long gray marble counter, stainless-steel cupboards and fridge. It feels like it was built or renovated not long ago. There’s no table, only two chairs near the high counter, no appliances except a coffee machine. I haven’t seen anything personal lying around, no photos, knick-knacks, or other things that make a place look lived-in. Does Ezra even live here?
“Where are we?” I ask, walking toward him.
His eyes move up and down my body, and when they find mine, sparkle with approval. He makes me feel so seen and wanted, when he has barely looked at me before. What changed?
“A cottage ten minutes from your university.” He grabs my hand and pulls me against him. He leans closer and smirks when I eagerly tilt my face up. His lips come closer, but before they can touch me, he spins me around and bends me over the counter. He lifts the hoodie, revealing my bare ass to the cold air, and smacks it. A low moan comes out of my mouth, and I squeeze my ass cheeks, feeling the sting.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls in my ear just as I feel his hands spreading my butt cheeks and then a slick finger rubbing my hole before sliding inside. It feels cold and tingly wherever he touches.
“It’s a soothing ointment. It will help with the burning sensation,” he explains as he rubs the cream inside me—thoroughly.
An ointment? Then why is his hand pinching my nipple under the hoodie? “Ezra…” I whisper his name.
“Your dick is hard, Little Chick. And I’m famished.”
Does this mean what I think it means? His finger leaves me, and I’m suddenly lifted on top of the counter. It feels cold and hard under my naked butt. Ezra kneels in front of me, reminding me how he did the same when I was quivering a few hours ago. Now I’m trembling again, but fear and apprehension are not the cause behind it; excitement is.
“Such a pretty cock.” His lust-filled statement erases all my stupid insecurities, as he keeps staring hungrily between my legs.
He grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the hard surface. His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes my cock all the way down his throat in one go. I scream and grab his head with both hands.
He pulls back, then his cheeks hollow, pushing me deeper. He does it deliberately, as controlled as he always is, and when I pitch my pelvis forward, he sucks me in more. He’s blowing me just like I imagined him doing anything else—with confidence, precision, and ferocity.
His tongue feels so hot, twirling around my length. It’s wet, tight, and it lingers on the tip, prolonging the pleasure.
My head is spinning, seeing him in such a submissive position, sucking on my dick with gusto is the endgame for me. I come likea freight train, pulling on his hair and screaming his name. Not caring about anything but his big lips around me.
Before I even form that last thought, he’s kissing me. I moan at the feel of his taste mixed with the thick slickness of my cum as it enters my mouth. Holy shit! He kept some for me to taste. It’s so…dirty, and scorching hot.
