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“It’s weird, huh?” It feels weird to me. I haven’t had to confront my feelings for a guy before, there’s always been a reason to not be open about how I feel about Nico, and Sawyer is so different to “like.” Spotting someone I’m mildly attracted to in a club doesn’t count.
“Yeah, but in a good way,” Fleur agrees. “You deserve someone to get excited about. Are you seeing him tonight?”
“I don’t know. I’m kind of nervous,” I admit.
“You?! Why?”
I decide to just spit out what I’m thinking about. If you can’t be honest with your best friend, who can you be honest with?
“What if the sex is shit like with everyone else?”
She gives me a look full of sympathy. “Why would it be? He makes you feel different to everyone else.”
Not everyone. “I guess.” I down the last of my margarita.
“Come on,” she says, doing a little dance in her seat, “get your Porno Barbie vibes on.” I glare as she chuckles at me. Definitely should not have told her that story. She laughs. “I’m just winding you up, but honestly, you’re hot as fuck and so is he. You need to test the sex out ASAP.”
“You’re right,” I say, feeling Fleur’s optimism and maybe a little liquid courage take over. I pull out my phone.
Harlow: Not yours, mine
Ezra:How am I supposed to concentrate on work now?
“Well, I’ve definitely lost your focus,” Fleur says, but she’s grinning when I look back up.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Let’s go, but I want all the details!”
I spend the whole walk home engrossed in my phone and getting more excited to see Ezra. Fleur’s right, this is my forte, and honestly, I think sex is important in a relationship. I need to know what I’m working with from the beginning. No one has ever bothered to make me come during sex before, but that doesn’t mean it’s all beenbad.Actually... yeah, it does. But that doesn’t mean that all sex will be bad, just that the guys who want quick club hookups aren’t necessarily interested in making it good for the other person. I at least know that pleasure is possible because I take matters into my own hands just fine. The issue is finding a guy that bothers totry.
I message Ezra to let him know I’m home, but he doesn’t reply instantly, so I assume he’s gone back to tattooing and jump in the shower. I’m on my way back to my room when the front door opens quickly and slams shut again, making me spin toward it. Ezra marches toward me, clasps my face with his hands and crashes his lips against mine before I can even say hi. He’s as eager for this as I am, then. Good to know. He walks me slowly backward into my room and kicks the door shut behind him as I slide my hands under his shirt, tracing the muscles in his stomach. As he pulls back slightly, I take the chance to pull his shirt off, and he grins at my enthusiasm.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” I say back, grinning. I spot the little square of cling film taped to his abs, showing his new tattoo. “You got it finished.”
“Yep. Told you I’d be proud to have you at my side.” He wraps his arms around me, and I loop mine around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me again. He lifts me, walking back toward the bed before lowering us both so he’s hovering above me on his forearms, his hips settled between my thighs.
“You really couldn’t concentrate on work, huh?” I ask.
“Definitely not, but I was done with clients anyway. I was messing around with your stencil. Can’t wait to see it on you.” I’m so excited to get it and glad that he pushed me to take the leap, even knowing that it’s for another guy. He gets and accepts my friendship with Sawyer, no questions asked. After undoing his trousers, I snake my hand between us and wrap it around his length, but he pulls my hand away before I can have any real fun.
“Wait,” he whispers. “I need to see you.” He sits back on his feet and undoes my towel, pushing it open so it falls to the sides. I’m not shy about my body at all, and seeing his gaze darken as he takes me in warms my skin. I give him a small smile.
“Fuck, Harlow,” he breathes, rubbing a hand down his face.
“Yes, fuck Harlow,” I agree, reaching out to grab at him, but he dodges my hands with a low chuckle.
“Oh, I intend to.” He gently traces his fingertips around the swell of my breast and then my nipple before pinching it lightly. With hooded eyes, he looks up at my slight gasp. Lowering himself again, he takes my sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly as he traces the other, and if I could rub my thighs together, I’d be golden. Instead, I arch my back so that my breast presses to his mouth, wordlessly begging for more. He lets my nipple go with a pop, his teeth gently scraping the underside, and my legs tighten around him.
“Ezra,” I breathe, desperate formore.He doesn’t reply but runs his thumb over the bundle of nerves between my thighs, and I dig my fingers into the mattress, gripping handfuls of sheet. Moving lower, he puts a pillow under my hips and then places my legs over his shoulders, moving his hungry gaze from my face to between my legs.
He lowers himself onto his forearms and inhales deeply, making my stomach clench as he growls. Leaning in, he swirls his tongue around my clit in one torturously slow circle. I buck off the bed, willing him to stay right where he is, but he presses a hand to my lower stomach to still me as he trails his tongue leisurely from clit to entrance. I barely breathe while I wait for his next move to bring me pleasure, and it does—shallowly fucking me with his tongue until I’m quivering and squirming, desperate for more. “Ezra, please,” I moan, and he groans.
“That’s like music to my ears,” he says, plunging two fingers inside me to replace his tongue, putting it to better use against my clit, and I detonate as he sucks my clit while curling the fingers pumping inside me. I writhe as pleasure saturates my limbs, and all I can do is try to catch my breath and blink at him as he crawls back over me.
“You’re pretty good at that, huh?” I finally manage to say.
