Chapter 58

Chapter Fifty-Eight

A hoarse cry leaves my lips as I come so hard for him I’m downright dizzy. My fingers claw into his hair and the roof of the car to keep my balance as my knee almost gives way.

My breathing is heavy, and my heart is pounding so hard against my ribs that it takes me a long moment to collect myself. Meanwhile, Ezra is still gently kissing my throbbing mound until my entire abdomen starts to twitch because the stimulation is just too much.

Grinning, he pushes my panties back into place, lets go of my thigh, and stands up, only to immediately kiss me ravenously. Tasting my lust that he evokes in me intoxicates me.

“I’m starving, and before I taste more of you, we should probably go in now,” he murmurs against my lips in his sexy voice before taking me by the hand and pulling me with him.

Smiling, I let him lead me inside and am amazed at the place Ezra has chosen for us. It is very classy and chic. The atmosphere is perfect, and the many private niches add a special touch.

After Ezra gives the host the name for our reservation, we’re guided to our table. It’s in one of the private corners, which I’m quite pleased with because who knows what the evening might bring. Since Kelly is my alibi, I don’t have to worry about the time tonight. I’ve already mentioned that it could be late, and I don’t plan to head home early.

“It is stunning here, Ezra,” I gush, giving him a warm smile.

Ezra moves close to me on the bench we’re sitting on and plants a breathy kiss on me as he rests his arm on the backrest behind me.

“That makes me happy. Have you noticed? We’re practically undisturbed here, Beauty. No one will notice what I do to you if you’re quiet,” he whispers before capturing my lips between his and making me gasp as lightning flashes through me.

I nod gently, biting my lower lip to stifle another sound. Ezra kisses his way down my neck and caresses my bare shoulder with his fingertips. Everything inside me tingles all over again as if he hadn’t just made me scream with ecstasy out there in the parking lot.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls low as he grabs my hand and places it on his large and throbbing bulge under the tablecloth.

I gasp because Ezra is already so hard and ready for me again that my head spins at the thought of what else he might do to me today.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the server then draws my attention.

Ashamed, I turn away from him and bury my face in Ezra’s shirt. I’m so embarrassed right now.

“Gladly. Please bring us some champagne while we wait for the appetizer. I already discussed the menu when I made the reservation,” Ezra replies confidently.

I look up at him with a laugh when I notice the server has left, and my head shakes in amusement. Ezra laughs, too, and puts his hand on my cheek. Our laughter dies down at some point, and we just look at each other. My heart feels so warm, and the butterflies in my stomach are working extra shifts again today because they don’t want to stop fluttering like crazy. I can no longer ignore this warm feeling in my chest. I have fallen in love with Ezra—head over heels.

“You’ve got this all planned out, huh?” I ask him as the words he said to the server come back to me.

“Of course. Only the best for the woman of my dreams,” Ezra murmurs before kissing me.

I smile at his words and can’t stop my cheeks from glowing.

The champagne is brought to us, and we clink glasses.

“To a nice evening,” I toast him, our glasses clinking softly against each other before we both take a sip of the sparkling drink.

Ezra gives me his unashamedly sexy smile as he takes my glass from me and then puts both of ours down. Not a moment later, he reaches for my neck to pull me back against his soft lips and kisses me out of my mind.

We just can’t keep our hands off each other. No matter how often the server comes and brings us our appetizer or clears our plates. He always catches us kissing or Ezra running his hands provocatively over my dress. And I would be embarrassed, like the first time he caught us, but now I don’t care because I only see, smell, taste, and feel Ezra. And I’m addicted to him.

After the server clears the plates of the main course and brings us a nightcap, our lips met again with hunger. My hunger is far from satisfied, and I still want much more.

“Will you be my good girl?” he whispers in a deep voice close to my ear, immediately giving me goosebumps and making my breathing quicken.

I nod silently because I would do anything he asks of me now, as long as he continues to make me feel as good as I do right now, or maybe even better…

“Good, then touch yourself. Rub and finger yourself until you come for me before dessert is brought to us. If you succeed, I’ll reward you. If you fail, you’ll be punished… Do you dare, Beauty?”

I don’t know what to do about his demand. My pulse is racing, and my head is running through all possible scenarios of how this could end. What could happen. But my mind suddenly goes blank when his soft lips hit the sensitive spot under my ear.

“Be my good girl, Beauty, and touch yourself for me,” he growls and nibbles on my earlobe, making me gasp again.

My crotch is already on fire, and there’s really no question of saying no because I want to obey him. I want him to give me everything. The punishment and the reward are all in one, and I know, even without Ezra saying it, that I will get it from him. So I let my hand slip unobtrusively under the white tablecloth and slowly gather my dress for good access.

“That’s good. Push your wet panties aside and expose your sweet pussy for me.”

I tremulously follow his command. My heart is pounding in my throat, and the adrenaline is rushing through my veins, which seems to excite me even more as the tingling between my thighs intensifies.

“Touch your folds. Gently and without opening yourself for me. Caress yourself and imagine it’s my tongue licking you delicately… Can you feel it, Beauty?”

“Yes,” I moan softly as I follow his instructions.

“How wet are you for me?” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of his nose over my cheek. “Part your lower lips for me, dip your fingers into your sweet pussy, and then show me how fucking wet you are for me.”

A tremor grips my body because what he’s doing to me is so wicked and forbidden that the fear of being caught alone gets me all worked up, intensifying the sensation.

I bite down hard on my lower lip as I slowly part my folds past my clit, which craves attention, and onto my entrance. I’m leaking; this is all so arousing.

As I push my fingers inside me, I can’t help but moan softly, which Ezra immediately swallows with a greedy kiss, probably so that I don’t get the idea of stopping. But I can’t do that now either way. No matter what happens, I have to come for him first.

As he instructed, I pulled my wet fingers back out of me to show him the moisture clinging to them. Immediately, Ezra grabs my wrist and guides my fingers to his mouth. As he slips them between his lips, he makes a sound so dark that it makes me whimper and silently beg him to come right now.

I watch him with complete fascination as he licks my fingers with relish, his eyes closed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more erotic than this man. As he slowly releases my fingers from his mouth, I am met with his blazing gaze, which makes me swallow dryly and only fuels the fire inside me that burns just for him.

“Fuck you like I would, and then… come for me, Beauty. And if you scream the whole place down, I don’t care! I want to hear you!” he growls excitedly before grabbing my other hand, placing it on his big bulge, and moving up and down over the fabric of his jeans with pressure.

One deep, sexy growl after another escapes him as a result while I slide two fingers inside me again to finally come for him. Everything inside me is twitching so violently that I struggle to hold back my moans.

I thrust my fingers into myself faster and faster, the ball of my hand rubbing my clitoris, while Ezra continues to move my other hand vigorously over his erection.

“Can you feel that? How he pulsates because of you? How he screams for your sweet pussy? Fuck, Beauty. I’d love to bend you over the table in front of the entire restaurant and fuck you so hard that you can’t stop screaming! Come for me, baby! Loudly!” he moans and then bites my neck, pressing himself against my hand, and I can feel the heavy throbbing.

I want to feel him inside me so badly that just the thought of him making his words come true and taking me from behind here and now, bent over the table, makes me come explosively. A loud gasp escapes me, and I stop by digging my teeth into my lower lip.

“Fuck, I want you, baby! Fuck dessert! I want to fuck you in your backseat now. Deep. Hard. And you better scream for me. I’ll make you,” he growls before he bites my neck again, which makes me whimper once more.

Breathless and weak-kneed, I rise to my feet. Ezra throws a far too generous wad of money, which must be at least double the actual bill, onto the table before pushing me out of the restaurant. Once outside, he immediately pulls me back to his lips and starts kissing me greedily while his hands wander around, fanning the heat inside me even more.

“How can you be this hot?” he murmurs between kisses, maneuvering me backward across the parking lot to my car.

Our hands are all over each other, and I can hardly wait until we have finally disappeared into my car so that I can feel him inside me again.

Breathing heavily, he detaches himself from me and clasps my face with his hands while he looks so deeply into my eyes that I could lose myself in this familiar and loving mix of amber and gold.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, moving to kiss me again.

“Ezra? Ezra King?” A woman’s voice I don’t recognize suddenly interrupts him.

He immediately lets go of me and quickly turns, allowing me to glimpse her. It’s a young, blonde woman about his age, sloppily dressed… She looks a bit worn out, with deep dark circles under her eyes and ashen skin. My God, what has happened to you, young thing…?

At first, I thought it might be one of his exes, which made me swallow uneasily, but when her expression turned downright panicky, and her eyes widened in disbelief, it no longer fit my assumption.

“W-what? How? H-how the hell can you be here?” Her initial stuttering turns into angry shouting.

“Calm down now, Jenny,” he reprimands her with a strange tone I’ve never heard him use before.

“Ezra? Who’s that?” I ask him uncertainly because I don’t understand what’s happening.

“Just an old friend. Why don’t you get in the car? I need to sort something out,” Ezra answers me, and his voice now sounds the way I know it. Warm and calm.

His expression remains hard, however, and shows how undesirable this meeting is.

“Y-you… How can you be free?” she stutters, looking at him as if she’s seen a ghost.

He steps close to her and murmurs something I can’t make out, then gives me his trademark smile and winks at me again before pushing her slightly so she moves around the side of the car and they can sort out whatever this is between them.

I have no idea what’s happening here, but it’s far from normal. I’ve never seen Ezra act this way or heard such suppressed anger in his words. I want to understand what happened between the two of them, especially since it clearly didn’t end well. What bothers me most is the panicked look in her blue eyes when she recognizes him and the strange way she phrases her words. What happened between you two?