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“I don’t,” he says as he walks over to me. “Youdo. When your eyes warm when you see me. When your muscles relax when you notice I’m around. When you take that tiny inhale when I touch you—you do those things for them too.Youdecide, Harlow, always, so don’t try to kid either of us that you wanted that guy earlier.” My eyes are tearing, and I can’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you want from me,” he says.
“I want you to want me.”Want me like Sawyer and Nico don’t, my heart begs. The words are barely out before his lips are crashing down on mine, and he speaks into my mouth between kisses.
“Fuck, Harlow. I do want you. You’re mine.” He cups me between my legs, and my stomach clenches with anticipation. “This is mine,” he says, gripping me tightly under my skirt. “You and I both know who I’ll share with. And when that happens, I’m gonna enjoy watching them take it.” His hand is moving, and it feels so good my brain is scrambled. I moan as I try to decipher what he just said. “But if you need a reminder of who you belong to right now,” he continues, “then that can be arranged. Get on your knees.” He pulls back, leaving me swaying in surprise at the sudden loss of his body.
“What?”
“On your knees, Harlow. We’re taking things up a notch,” he says, his tone authoritative as he undoes his trousers.
I don’t know why I do what he says. It might be the command. It might be because I want him to claim me. It might be because I love to know I can affect him like he affects me, or it might be because when I feel like I’m losing control, he takes the reins. But for whatever reason, as gracefully as I can, I slide down onto my knees. It’s not until he’s feeding himself into my mouth that I fully register where we are, and that I don’t live alone. Ezra’s gaze is focused on my face as I tense, and my eyes flick to the door.
“What?” he says, slowly pushing his tip over my tongue. “You don’t want Sawyer to see you on your knees for me?” My face flushes even hotter. I don’t know which I’m feeling more—embarrassed or aroused at the idea. “Hungry for my cock?” he growls. With a hard thrust, he pushes to the back of my throat. “Wet and on edge from being used?” he grits out, and I moan around his length as I look up at him. “Fuck, Harlow.”
He pushes in a touch further, and my throat restricts as I gag. I can’t take it anymore. Filled with so much tension andneed, I’m desperate for release. I drop my hand down between my legs to try and release some of the tension coiling there. “Don’t you dare,” Ezra scolds, leaning down to push my arm away. I look up at him, begging, but his eyes are molten, and knowing I’m doing that to him makes my skin feel on fire.
“Good girl,” he praises, cupping my stretched jaw and swiping his thumb along my lower lip, grazing where it meets his cock. My eyes water as he pumps in and out, and I let them drop closed for just a moment, but I push my own pleasure to the side and focus back on his face so I can watch him come undone.
I hollow my cheeks and suck as he pushes deep again, and he picks up the pace, groaning as he tangles his hand in the hair on the back of my head and fucks my mouth. And I fucking love it. One little touch of my clit, just the slightest pressure and I could explode. How does he have me so close just by using me? No one has ever played with my arousal like this before.
His breathing picks up as he looks down at me. I can feel how flushed I am, feel my watering eyes running over to leave tear streaks down my face and the slight burn around my lips where he stretches my mouth, using me for his pleasure. “God, that’s a pretty picture, Harlow.”
His pace falters, and he thrusts once, twice more, using the back of my head to hold himself in my throat as he spills straight down it and I gag around his release. As he pulls out, I gasp in a breath. I swallow and go to wipe around my mouth, but he pulls me up and sits me on the counter before pushing me to lay down. “God, that felt so good, Harlow. And you’re so wet—I knew you’d love it a little rough. I can’t wait to make you feel that way.”
I don’t get to comprehend what he’s said, let alone answer, before he has his mouth on me. He swirls his determined tongue around my swollen clit and slides two fingers into my soaked passage, immediately giving me the release I crave as my vision goes white and pleasure blitzes my senses.
***
When I wake up the next morning, still naked and burrowed into Ezra’s chest and surrounded by his scent, I feel so safe and content. My heart aches at the recognition that this feeling is usually reserved for Sawyer, and the constant happiness mixed with the sadness is frustrating. I still have Sawyer in the exact way I’ve always had him. I just have Ezra now, too.
I stretch back so I can press my lips to Ezra’s neck and then his jaw, and he hums an appreciative sound. Trailing my hand down from his side to his pelvis, I stroke teasingly until his hips give a lazy pump, and then I take him in my palm, drawing a groan from his throat.
“Good morning,” I murmur, my lips pressed against his neck.
“Mmmm. Morning,” he replies as he pulls my leg up and over his hip, pulling me toward him. I line him up and he sinks into me slowly. A soft gasp leaves me as he fully enters me before leisurely thrusting his hips, building a slow-moving orgasm that runs all the way through me, from my toes up to my head. When we’re both sated and our breathing has evened out, I realize Ezra’s pulled me back into his arms, and I wonder if he’s fallen back asleep.
“I told Sawyer,” I say quietly into his chest, and he stiffens, shuffling to try to see my face.
“When?” he asks.
“Yesterday.”
“And?”
“He doesn’t feel the same.” I bury my face into his pec, turning away so he doesn’t have to see the lie across my face when it comes. “It’s okay. We’re best friends. That’s enough for me.”
He’s quiet for a minute before he replies. “Okay.” He kisses the top of my head and swats my ass, making me jump. “Well, seeing as we’re awake early—best wake-up call ever, by the way—let’s get up.”
I groan. “Why?? It’s so early!” He chuckles at my reticence.
“I can fit you in for your tattoo if we get up now.”
My head pops straight up as I look at him. “Really?”
“Assuming you still want it?” he says.
“I do.” We’re still best friends, and whether Sawyer wants more or not, he’s still the best person I know and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s been my rock for the last thirteen years.
“Let’s go, then.”
