That was it. I was gone. To be honest, I was completely fucked from the very first touch, but I’d like to think I could have held out if I wanted to. I just didn’twantto. Yeah. That was it.
Ezra’s thumbs rubbed at the tendons in the crest of my thighs, making small circles closer and closer to where I wanted him. When they finally landed, he spread me wide and truly tasted me, dipping deep before circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My back arched, unintentionally moving me away, and a heavy arm landed on my hips to keep me pinned in place.
He stroked a finger over me, gathering my slick arousal to push a long finger inside. My head kicked back against the sand, and I keened. How did that feel so good? It was only one finger—oh God, make that two.
Those fingers curled inside me again and again, rubbing over-sensitive nerves and that one glorious spot on the top of my walls that made me see stars. He was like a heat-seeking missile, able to aim directly where I needed him.
He set his mouth on me again, that skilled tongue swirling around my clit as he set a steady rhythm. I couldn’t control my body. My hips tried to buck against his arm as a coil of pleasure formed in my lower belly. Ezra stopped circling and switched to lapping, dragging the flat of his tongue up from my entrance in long, slow swipes.
His fingers left me next, and I mewled for their return. I was close, so damn close. Tightening his grip, Ezra pulled me closer to the edge of the pool, allowing his shoulders to spread me wider than before. Those fingers came back and teased my entrance. Dipping in and slowly curling their way back out. Like a little shovel gathering honey.
I realized what he was really up to when those drenched digits pressed against the tight ring of my ass. There was no way in hell. I squirmed, hips thrusting up and then away, but there was no escape. My cheeks flushed, and my breath came in short pants as Ezra eased a slender finger where no man had ever been before.
It felt foreign and strange, like he wasn’t supposed to be in there. And when he started to move in and out, my legs tensed in another effort to get him off. His breath huffed against me, cold and icy, and the finger in my ass pulled out but didn’t go away. It circled the rim like a shark stalking its prey.
It distracted me enough that I wasn’t prepared for the frost-coated tongue that landed on my clit.
“Ah!” My yelp rang around the cave.
Ezra wrapped his lips around me and chuckled, sending vibrations through the bundle of nerves. My toes curled, and that coil in my belly swiftly tightened. He eased off and lapped at me again with a cold tongue, mixing little flicks on my clit when he thought my hips weren’t jerking enough. All the while, that finger kept circling and pressing. It was just enough to keep me on the edge. To make me go insane.
“Stop taunting me,” I cried. “Fucking let me come!”
“Beg,” he demanded, pressing a little further into that tight ring to emphasize what he meant. I shook my head. “Come on, baby. I want you to beg me to finger your ass.”
The release building in my stomach was one giant knot, ready and waiting for something to tear it apart. I couldn’t evenkeep my eyes open, I was so far gone. All I caught were blurs of the rocky ceiling as my head thrashed.
“You need it, don’t you?” Ezra growled, then sent a cool stream of air directly to my clit. “You need me filling both this ass and pussy to finish you off. Admit it and it's yours.”
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging, but asking for him to… dothat…was going too far.
Another chuckle against my clit took me right to the edge, spiked me on the wall, and left me hanging. “Please, what?” he murmured. “Please slide my fingers deep in both your dirty little holes? Is that what you meant to say?”
“Yesss,” I wailed, unable to find what was left of my sanity.
At my enthusiastic, albeittorturedadmission, Ezra made good on his promise. One finger slid into my ass while two more delved right into my core and curled. The feel of his knuckles rubbing against a thin layer of nerves while his other finger pumped through tight muscle… Oh, he knew what he was doing.
My lips parted on an endless stream of incoherent moans. He kept pulling and taunting that coil in my gut, teasing it into a storm that broke upon his tongue. I think I screamed. I definitely shattered. I broke into a million pieces, somehow put myself back together, and then broke again. There was no beginning and no end to the wave of bliss that ignited my veins. Ezra’s touches didn’t stop, only softened as the waves came slower and less potent, until I was left a shaking mess on the side of the tide pool with a very pleased bond draped over my thighs.
My emotions were a jumbled mess, falling over one another in a rush to break past my defenses and scream their existence down the bond. At the front of the mob was one emotion I knew better than to admit, especially right after a guy gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.
I wasn’t even sure that feeling was real and not just a creation of the bond we’d strengthened yet again. No, that fucker neededto get back inside with his friends and shut the hell up. He wasn’t real. He couldn’t be real.
But if he was?
I was in so much trouble.
CHAPTER 22
Ezra
I fucking loved this shower. This pulse setting specifically. The sore muscles in my back melted under its assault, and my groan bounced off the tiles like an obscene soundtrack. My neck and shoulders were the first to complain once Rani and I rushed back to the house ahead of the impending storm.
In hindsight, the tide pools probably weren’t the most comfortable of places to prove my skills, what with the shifting sand beneath my feet and the unadjustable ledge I spread Rani out on. Holding her still while she bucked like a wild bronco under my tongue was a tough job, but not one I was going to complain about. Too bad my muscles didn’t get that memo. After making her come for a third time, my body let me know in very spasm-like ways that I needed to stop crouching over my bond’s thighs and instead have her ride my face while I lay on the puffy cloud that was my mattress.
First, I needed to regain full range of motion in my neck; hence the heated massage.
I shut off the shower as a steady crash of thunder shook the room. Not bothering with a towel, a puddle of water formed beneath me as I stared out the window and tried to see through the sideways rain that pelted the glass. Lightning illuminated the backyard, freezing everything in a sharp purple hue before plunging it into darkness once more.
