I pucker my lips, but Ezra doesn’t go for them. Instead, he ghosts his lips along the skin of my cheek back to my ear.
“Such a fucking tease. Watching you walk around in this white dress all night. Do you know how many men were looking at you? Teasing them as if they could ever have a chance.”
He moves down, his lips touching my neck before he nibbles.
“You like that, don’t you? Knowing these men are staring, but they can’t have you, can they?”
His fingers trace a line down my side then back up as he presses kisses up the other side of my throat. When he finally reaches my face once again, he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, biting it gently. When he lets it go, he presses in for a firmer kiss.
My heart is racing in my chest, begging him to take it further, but he doesn’t. I’m desperate for it. I feel like Ezra and I have been on this ledge, both balancing, waiting for the other to fall so we could jump afterward. I can’t wait any longer. I slip my tongue out, needing to taste him.
He groans, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He strokes his own tongue against mine, thoroughly owning me until I’m dizzy.
When he finally pulls back, I realize I’m clutching him to me, my leg hitched against his hip as I hump him. I want to be embarrassed, but I’m too turned on for all of that. Instead, I want more.
“Ezra, I’m ready to learn about your kinks.”
He studies my face, his mask slipping. He’s letting me in to see all of him.
“I’m not sure you’ll like them. Will you promise to keep an open mind?”
I nod. “I can do that for you. Show me.”
The vulnerability I see in him has me hesitant. I figured he would be into tying me up or some shit, but the way he’s acting, it might be something a bit scarier.
Either way, I’ll try it. I need him as much as I need the others. There is no way we are not sexually compatible.
He hesitates before moving back.
“Such a little slut, aren’t you? So ready for me. If I plunge my fingers between those milky white thighs, are you going to be wet for me?”
My body responds to his words, arching forward while my center tingles with anticipation.
“Yes,” I mumble. “I’m wet for you.”
He reaches down, smacking the side of my thigh, making me yelp. The sting is quick, but the slight burning feeling it leaves behind is oddly arousing.
“Yes, sir,” he tells me.
“Yes…” I hesitate. “Sir.”
His hand reaches up, diving into my hair. “I’ve always wanted to see you on your knees for me. Do you want to be my whore? Kneel in front of me and let me see you.”
I suck in a breath. Being called a whore should make me want to smack him but being his whore sounds like something I could only dream of.
I sink to my knees in front of him, my hands coming to his pants. He smacks them away.
“Such a desperate girl. You need dick so bad you’re willing to take it right here in this room where anyone could come by and find us? Hear us?” He moves back, his hands going to adjust his bulge.
“Pull down your dress. I want to see you,” he orders.
I do as he asks, slipping the two thin straps off my arms before the dress pools at my waist. My nipples are hard and aching. I want to reach up and touch them, but I want to see what he’s going to do even more.
“You know what I think would make those delicious tits look better?”
“What, sir?” I ask.
He moves to the side of the room, pulling out glow-in-the-dark paint. He squeezes paint into his hands, rubbing them together until they are fully coated.
