Chapter Fifteen: Lacey

I knew alcohol wasn’t a good idea, but my emotions were hitting strong tonight, and I needed something to take the edge off.

I almost hadn’t pointed out the busty brunette checking Ezra out at the bar, but part of me wanted to see what he would do. Pure selfishness, I guess, and I was quite surprised when he turned his attention back to me, brushing her off. A hot girl checked him out, and Ezra turned the other cheek? I couldn’t even figure out what universe we were in.

“Have I told you how nice you look tonight?” Ezra said, taking his second shot of tequila. A slight shiver of pleasure passed up my spine, and I had to glance away from him so I wouldn’t lose control of myself completely.

“A few times,” I said with a giggle. “But it’s still nice to hear each time.”

“Well, I’m serious. You look really … beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Ezra continued to stare at me for a moment, his lips twitching into a smile. He leaned in closer to me, just a little, and I caught a whiff of that aftershave he always used. The stubble on his chin was light but noticeable, and my fingers fought to reach out and touch his face, to slide my hand down his chest and tease him right there between his legs.

Breathe, Lacey. Don’t make this weird again.

But it was too late for that. As Ezra and I clinked glasses, the slight buzz in my head grew with erotic anticipation. The warmth of the Hawaiian air caressed my skin, but still, I shivered, if only out of pleasure, want, and desire.

“Care to dance?” Ezra asked as a new song came on, and I didn’t hesitate to take his hand as he led me out onto the makeshift dance floor, holding me close just like before, if not a bit more hesitantly, as if seeing how far I would let him go. I didn’t care, not as the booze went to my head. I yearned to be close to him, silently begged that he wouldn’t hold back, wouldn’t resist. We’d made it pretty clear that last night was a one-time thing, but I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if things progressed. Being with Ezra in that way was like being on a roller coaster after a hit of LSD. It was an entirely new world, a new existence, and the physical sensations I’d felt being with him were far too powerful to ignore. I knew that no matter what happened after this moment, I would never forget how it felt to be with him.

“How do you always manage to look so fucking good?” he asked softly, his hand dropping a bit from my waist and down to my ass. I giggled, swaying until he pinned me against him. The hard-on that grew between his legs became painfully obvious, and I rubbed myself against him as we danced, subtle and devious at the same time.

“Funny,” I whispered, reaching a hand up to twirl my fingers in the hair at his neck, teasing him. “I was just wondering the same about you.”

“Me? I’m a troll, Lace. Believe me, it’s just the booze.” With a smile, he pressed his forehead against mine as we danced. I longed to push my lips against his, taste him again, and relish in the closeness of our bodies. But I hesitated. Did he want it as bad as I did, or was it—quite simply—just the booze? I wanted him to make the first move.

As the song ended, breaking our small trance, I took Ezra’s hand and led him back to the bar, where we enjoyed another round of tequila. The buzz intensified with each passing drink until finally, Ezra paid the tab, looped his arm into mine, and pulled me unsteadily away from the bar and through the sand, down to the moon-lit path that curved and twisted throughout the property. It was late, so no one else was around taking a midnight stroll; just the two of us, connected at the hip now more than just emotionally.

“Thank you,” I said as we walked, missing a slight step here and there. “Thank you for talking me into this trip. It’s been wonderful.”

“I wouldn’t have come without you,” he said quietly. “I wouldn’t have wanted to.”

I nodded but didn’t speak, and a moment later, Ezra pulled me to a stop in the middle of the path. We had been winding through the trees, the rubble stone path lit only with the moonlight and soft, glowing lanterns. The quiet out here was overwhelming, and we were greeted only by the gentle roll of the waves against the sand and the faraway laughter and music of the resort guests behind us. Ezra dropped his arm from mine and turned to face me, reaching out to take hold of just one of my hands. The other one went to my face, and he rested the warm palm of his hand against my cheek.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, and a flutter of anticipation flooded through my veins as Ezra shook his head, taking a step towards me. “But I also want to do more than that,” he continued, his voice low. He ran his thumb over my lips, pressing against them, hard, until I parted for his touch, tasting him. A slight moan rose from the pit of my stomach, and before I could react any more to this, Ezra pushed me back, off the path and into a tree, bracing my body against the tree, trapping me there as one hand slipped down beneath my belly button and up the bottom hem of my dress.

I gasped, completely caught off guard, parting my legs for him where I stood, resting my head back against the tree's base as Ezra’s fingers found my clit, caressing me until I cried out.

“No panties tonight?” he whispered hoarsely, bringing his fingers up briefly to rub them over my lips, forcing me to taste myself. I shook my head frantically as he placed one hand over my mouth and the other went back to work, forcing my body to comply with command as his prick pulsated through his pants and against my leg, begging for me in the same way I pleaded for him. As moisture began to pool between my legs and an orgasm approached, a small scream rose in my throat. Ezra’s hand tightened over my mouth, forcing me to hold it down as my body neared the breaking point, ready to collapse, exhausted and tingling and floating on a cloud of bliss. But of course, he didn’t make it that easy. As I approached orgasm, his fingers slowed, easing up, taunting me. I groaned in frustration, wanting to scream at him, shout, and reach my own hand down there and finish it my damn self.

But I couldn’t. He was in control.

“Please,” I begged, my words muffled against his hand. “Please don’t stop.”

Ezra dropped his fingers from my clit and raised his hand again to my lips, releasing me so I could lick his fingers and suck on the juices from between my legs. Before he could pull his hand away and slip it back beneath my dress, I reached for the button on his pants, fingers working restlessly at the zipper. Ezra seemed startled by this, caught off guard, but didn’t resist me.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered as I forced his pants down around his ankles. I shook my head, unwilling to let this moment escape us. I grabbed Ezra, moved him to where I had just been standing, and dropped to my knees in the grass, teasing the tip of his cock with my lips.

“Jesus, Lacey,” moaned Ezra, hands tangling at once in my hair. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

My lips formed a perfect seal around his cock, and I used my tongue to tease him as Ezra held me steady by my hair, his fists tightening until they pulled tight against my skull, but I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the pain. I liked what he had to offer.

It drove me fucking wild.

Ezra pulled my head into him until I gagged, but I didn’t stop even then. His power over me was surreal. The slight pain he inflicted in such subtle ways made me hot for him. Before Ezra, I didn’t know what I liked because it was difficult to like much of anything. Sex had been mediocre with other men. Boring, even.

But this?

I enjoyed the hell out of this.

Ezra’s body tensed as he reached orgasm, and his fingers tightened in my hair as his seed spilled into me. I sucked and swallowed, panting, sitting back on my calves to breathe and allow Ezra to compose himself. He looked down at me, chest heaving, skin laced with sweat, and shook his head before sliding down the tree to sit in the grass next to me.

“Jesus,” he said. “Where in the hell did you learn that?”

“Cosmo,” I told him, resting my head on his shoulder as we tried to regain some strength.

“Want to head back to the room?” he asked a short time later, his hand hovering at the top of my thigh. He leaned into me, his lips brushing mine, and then he bit it hard, and I gasped with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I don’t think I’m finished with you yet.”