“Let me hear it,” he pants.
I scream and cry against the ball gag, riding wave after wave of yet another orgasm. The instant he feels my hole constricting around him, he follows me over the edge. Rutting into me with choppy motions, whispering filthy words into my ear. My channel clenches around him, and clenches, and clenches. My body milks him greedily, every single shot of cum until there’s nothing left but involuntary twitches that have me moaning.
My forehead falls against his neck, and I fight to catch my breath. I can’t even open my eyes. My face is soaked in sweat and tears, my mouth is a mess. My limbs are like noodles.
“Fuck, you are so sexy right now,” I hear him saying. His tongue is licking the bite mark he made on my shoulder, his hands are massaging my ass, his dick is still making shallow drives inside me. I’m in heaven.
After a minute or two, he removes the ball gag. The sides of my mouth are throbbing, and my jaw feels rigid. He kisses the corners of my lips in a soothing gesture. Licks my chin and neck—where my cum hit. Then he frees my hands. My arms hurt after being forced back all this time, and my fingers are numb. Ezra starts massaging them, from my biceps slowly moving downwards. It feels nice. He unfastens the leather cuffs from my wrists to continue stroking my skin until he reaches the tip of my fingers.
Then he starts rubbing my inner thighs. This time spreading his cum over my skin. Such a possessive move, it makes my stomach flutter.
I am vaguely aware he is shifting us on the bed. He lies down, draping me over his chest, my face tucked under his chin, my legs bent on either side of his waist. My fingers start moving over his skin, lingering every time they find a scar. His thumb slides between my ass cheeks again, brushing my cock-stuffed entrance. I sigh contentedly as I hear his satisfied growl.
After several long minutes, my body shivers. The sweat is cooling on my skin. I smile dopily up at him when he moves a blanket over us. My smile turns into a slightly dirty grin when I see the hickey I left on his collar. I can’t believe how possessive I became after only a few days. Is the brotherhood rubbing off on me? Or is it just Ezra?
His eyes are closed, so I move my fist under my chin and take my time to watch him. The shape of his eyes, the long eyelashes, the straight line of his nose, the curve of his lower lip, his pointy chin. His chest is rising and falling steadily under mine, and his body’s warmth makes me want to tuck myself inside him and never come out.
“You will move in with me,” he suddenly states. Eyes still closed.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I sure did. But I still have a few weeks left at the dorm.
“Sully. I waited long enough.” Those hypnotizing pools are looking straight into mine now, heavy and imposing.
Michael was right about this, too. Are all psychopaths the same? No, I don’t think so. These are a special brand.
Ezra’s mouth is suddenly on mine, hot and merciless, in complete control. I open for him when his tongue pushes in, tasting me, teasing me. He’s leading me where he wants, showing me how to please and obey him.
When he breaks the kiss, and I open my eyes again, Ezra’s are glowing, and his expression is set. “So beautiful,” he whispers, with the same unwavering surety he always has. In this moment I truly feel beautiful without a single fear.
His hand is splayed over my ass, rubbing in slow circles.
“I’ll move in with you,” I hear myself saying.
I don’t want to see anything else but him, want to use his rich scent and strong body to make me forget the rest of the world.
Soon, my eyelids begin to feel heavy. A thought forms before darkness sucks me in.
I love him. From the moment his soul whisperedmine.
nine
EZRA
What the fuck is the Off-Spring Brigade? I look at the name of the chat on my phone. Since when am I part of a fucking group chat?
Lori:
Running away from a cloud…but I’m on my way
Michael:
I’m afraid to ask
Raphael:
