Chapter Twelve: Ezra

Lacey and I were sufficiently drunk by the time we stumbled back to the room to sleep, and while I knew the hangover would be killer in the morning, tonight, I didn’t care because my time spent with Lacey had been some of the best of my life.

Lacey giggled the entire ride up the elevator, still swinging her hips to an imaginary beat that only she could hear. She clung to me for support, and I to her, just as before. But something was different somehow. Tonight, I noticed the little things I had never noticed before, like how her hair tumbled so flawlessly around her shoulders or the pink tint in her cheeks when she had too much to drink. Or how fucking good she smelled, or the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming over her body like a high school prom king.

“Home again, home again,” Lacey tittered as we stepped inside the room and shut the door behind us. She collapsed into the love seat with a giggle, lacing her fingers over her abdomen as she stared at me. I almost joined her there, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself for much longer, so I went to the couch instead and sat down on the edge of it, my eyes still on her. Her chest rose and fell as she took each breath, and her eyes finally met mine.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to chew on it. My prick was already hardening in my pants, but now it was starting to throb. “That’s silly.”

“It’s what we agreed to,” I said. She shrugged a little as she stood up and kicked off her sandals, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, swaying a bit, still tipsy. She ran one hand through her brown curls before falling back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling. The flush in her cheeks was warm and inviting, and I longed to reach out and touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.

“Come here,” she said, rolling her head to the side to look at me. She patted the empty spot next to her, and for a moment that lasted too long, I almost stayed put. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t deny her. I couldn’t.

I stood from the couch and crossed the floor, kicking off my own shoes to lay down next to her on the bed. Lacey rolled onto her side, and I did the same until we faced each other on the mattress. God, she looked so fucking beautiful. Rosy skin, wavy hair, dewy complexion. She was a fucking angel.

“I hope you had fun tonight,” I said, and she nodded.

“I did. Did you?”

“This night is definitely in my top five best nights,” I admitted. A stray hair fell loose from over Lacey’s shoulder, falling into her face, and without thinking twice about it, I reached out to tuck it back. As I started to pull my hand away, she caught it, holding my palm against her warm cheek. And then her lips. “Lacey,” I whispered. My cock stood fully erect now, begging for her, and I had to physically restrain myself from jumping her. Luscious pink lips came a few inches closer, and I leaned in as Lacey did, my lips meeting hers in a sizzling affair that shocked me from the top of my head and down to my toes. Lacey slipped her tongue between my lips until I could taste her, and I groaned with anticipation, one hand reaching out to touch the bare skin of her arm, the warmth of her body heating mine as she scooted closer to me, lips trained on mine.

After a moment, I pulled back just a little, leaving the two of us breathless. “Wait,” I whispered, reaching my hand out to touch her face. Her skin burned beneath my fingertips. “Is this what you want?” I asked. “Is it what you really want?” I had no intentions of taking advantage of my best friend, not now and not ever. I wouldn’t risk all these years of friendship for one steamy night. But it didn’t seem to matter because instead of answering straight away, Lacey simply smiled, drawing my face back to hers with a slight moan that made the hairs on my arm stand with anticipation. As her tongue flicked over my lips, one hand reached to tangle itself in my hair.

“I want this,” she whispered, her nose brushing mine. “Do you?”

There was no real need to answer that. I smiled, kissing her again, harder this time and with more desperation, heat, and passion. I pressed my abdomen against hers, and one leg came up to squeeze me against her, begging for more. She tasted like heaven, sugar and spice and fire all blended together in a perfect concoction that left me addicted to her, craving more.

“Ezra,” she murmured, and before I could even react, her hand slipped down, cupping me, her fingers gently caressing me. I moaned, shocked by her bluntness but turned on all the same. A gasp escaped her throat as I kissed her neck, sucking on the velvety skin, flicking my tongue over the sensitive curves of her neck, down to her chest. I reached for the hem of her shirt and then pulled it off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my mouth went slowly to caress her nipple, sucking on it, nibbling, until she squealed with a blend of pleasure and pain. Her hips shot up to meet mine, and before Lacey could do anything, I rolled her onto her back and pushed her into the mattress, sliding off my shorts and boxers to reveal the hard-on that ached for her. Lacey stared at me for a moment, her cheeks flushed, and she pulled her lip between her teeth to chew on it nervously.

“Protection?” she asked, and I nodded, reaching for my wallet on the nightstand for the emergency condom I kept in there. I opened the foil, but Lacey took it from me before I could place it, reaching out to slowly and seductively roll the rubber over my cock. My entire body was tense with desire, a wild animal ready to pounce. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her good.

Grasping the hem of her skirt, I pulled it off her, revealing a lacy pair of black panties that were already wet. I lowered my head and put my teeth around the fabric, slowly pulling them off as Lacey writhed beneath me on the bed, her hips rising to meet me, breasts heaving, skin flushed with hues of pink and red. For a moment, all I could do was stare at her, admire this woman that I’d adored and cherished for so long. I’d dreamed about it often, fantasized about the day I would finally have her all to myself. This was finally happening.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, reaching a hand up to touch her cheek. Lacey turned her head into my hand, closing her eyes briefly, and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me into her. Her breathing was ragged with anticipation, and when I entered her, an erotic moan slipped from her lips, and she threw her head back against the pillow with a gasp.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh fuck.”

I started gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to frighten her, but as Lacey’s moans became louder, my pace quickened as her pussy tightened around my cock, begging for me. Her hips rocked in sync with mine, and one of her free hands tangled in my hair, gripping me tightly, driving me further.

“Ezra,” Lacey gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I didn’t intend to. As another cry spilled from Lacey’s lips, I pulled out abruptly and flipped her around until she was on her hands and knees. I grabbed her hair, tangling my fingers in her locks, yanking her head back. Lacey gasped but didn’t resist as I pounded into her from behind, fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her hips as I pulled her head back a bit more, securing her body to mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered again, and my hand struck her across the ass. She cried out, pushing her ass back into me, and I slapped her again, leaving a red welt on the skin of my palm. “I’m coming,” she murmured, and I slowed down briefly to pull her to her knees, still holding her hair, breathing into her air.

“Are you coming?” I whispered, and she nodded frantically, body and chest heaving. “Do you want me to let you come?” I reached around her chest and pinched a nipple, squeezing it hard, and Lacey cried out and fell back down to her hands as I quickened my pace again. Her head dropped into the pillow, and she moaned, screaming into it as each new thrust drew her closer and closer to climax. I slapped her ass again, and she pushed back into me, begging for release. Just as she was about to come, I slowed my pace again, teasing her, and Lacey cried out in frustration.

“Let me come,” she begged. “Please, let me fucking come.”

“Only when I say so,” I whispered, and Lacey whimpered again as I yanked her head back, pinching her nipples, twisting them until she cried out. God, she was tight. And wet for me. So, so wet for me.

“Fuck,” I moaned with a final, brutal thrust, and Lacey released, falling to her stomach with me still inside of her, filling her completely. Her legs and arms trembled beneath my body, and for a moment, we laid there, her pressed into the mattress, body shaking, with me still inside her.

After a moment, I pushed myself up with my hands and kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder, trailing my lips down her back until she moaned yet again. I pulled out and turned her over so that she was on her back again, staring up at me with those beautiful blue eyes that reached into my soul and took hold of me. She said nothing, simply reached her hand up to touch my face. Her chest heaved, and her own sweet juices leaked from inside her.

She was perfect.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, brushing a damp strand of her from where it clung to her cheek. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

“I’m better than okay,” she murmured, pushing herself onto her elbows. “And now I think it’s your turn.”