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“Ezra,” I manage huskily, hypnotized by the way he’s still tracing my lip.

His thumb replaces his finger, applying a barely there pressure. “Open your mouth for me?”

And I do—without hesitation or question—and I should probably be angry at myself for it, but all I can focus on is the way his thumb dips inside to press against my tongue.

“Suck,” he murmurs.

As much as part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, another—admittedly a muchlargerpart—shivers at the quiet command. I close my lips around his thumb, sucking gently, feeling a strange sort of power seeing his pupils dilate as he watches. As if I’m the one in control, despite following his order.

“Do you know how often I imagine this pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” He slips his thumb deeper inside my mouth, keeping it pressed against my tongue. “Every time you cut into me, I imagine how quiet you’d be with your mouth full of me.Maybe you’d glare at me the entire time. Why does that get me so fucking hot, Dani?”

An involuntarily whimper escapes me, and I press my legs together, feeling my pussy start to get slick. Why does the picture he’s painting makemeso hot? I’ve never dared get on my knees for him; it’s something I’ve always thought would give him too much leverage over me, but right now, the soft way he’s looking at me, like the sight of me on my knees could bring him tohis…it doesn’t feel like leverage at all.

I pull back to lick the pad of his thumb, smirking. “Is that why you came over here? You hoped you’d get your cock in my mouth?”

“No,” he says matter-of-factly, still staring at my mouth. “I came over here because seeing you was the only thing in the world that I could think of that might make this daylessof a goddamned nightmare.”

My breath catches at the blatant admission, seeing nothing but complete sincerity in his eyes. It makes me feel…strange. Like I want to kiss him and throw him out all at once. It’s terrifying but also thrilling. It’s something entirely new.

I do my best to reel things back into more comfortable territory as I nip the pad of his thumb. Something I can actually handle. “So you’re saying you don’t want my mouth on you?”

“Wrong.” His fingers grip my jaw then, hard enough to let me feel it but gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt. “I want your mouth anywhere I can get it, Dani. It’s all I fucking think about.”

And even as something inside me screams that it’s a bad idea, I don’t move when he leans in to kiss me. He holds my face, leaving me helpless to the press of his mouth against my lips, the tease of his tongue which slips past to touch mine, and I can’tseem to do anything but reciprocate. I close my eyes as his lips move in a way that seems meant to explore, not conquer, almost as if he could do this forever. Like he has all the time in the world for just this.

It feels too real, too soon. It feels like something I’m not ready for yet.

I break away to let my mouth wander, pressing kisses to the slight stubble at his jaw, lower still to trail down his neck. Ezra makes breathless sounds with every graze of my lips, his hands sliding around my waist to tug me into his lap as my fingers work open the buttons of his shirt. I let my hands press inside to explore the warm, firm skin underneath, raking my nails down his abdomen as he hisses in pleasure. When they stop at his belt buckle, my thumb flicking at the clasp, I think he stops breathing altogether.

“Maybe I’ve thought about it too,” I whisper against his throat.

It’s the truth, just one I’ve never permitted myself to voice.

I slowly pull his belt out from the buckle, moving to the button of his slacks next. “Maybe I’ve wondered what your cock would feel like in my mouth.”

“Dani,” he groans as I plunge my hand inside his underwear, letting my hand wrap around his already-hard cock. “Fuck.”

I slide down his body as I pull him out, but being on my knees doesn’t feel as daunting as it did before. How can it, with the way Ezra is looking at me like I’m some sort of fantasy come to life? Has he always looked at me like this when we’re together? I’ve always made it a point not to look at him if I can help it. It makes it feel less personal.

But I’m looking at him now.

His chest heaves as his teeth press into his lower lip, his greeneyes dark and his pupils blown wide as he watches me slide my fist lazily up and down his length. I squeeze the flushed head, rewarded with a deep rumble of satisfaction from above, pressing my thumb into the sensitive little V just underneath and rubbing a slow circle. His throat bobs with a swallow when I pull him close to rub the crown against my lower lip, and he releases a shaky breath as he watches his precome paint me there.

I pull away only a little, just enough to swipe my tongue over my lip to collect what he’s left, and Ezra’s hands fist in the material covering his thighs, like he’s trying to keep from grabbing me. It’s intoxicating, having this effect on someone like him.

“Still an asshole,” I chuckle before flattening my tongue in a broad sweep up the underside of him. “But fuck if your cock isn’t pretty.”

He practically shouts when I close my lips over the head, suckling for a moment before pushing him deeper inside only to drag my mouth back up slowly. I keep the pace steady and teasing, wanting to watch him come as undone as he’s constantly making me feel. I trace my tongue against the vein that throbs against his velvety skin, closing my eyes as I swirl my tongue over his tip before doing it all over again.

I pause when I feel his fingers pushing into my hair, my eyes flying open to meet his. There’s something entirely too gentle about the way that he lightly pushes the hair from my face, combing his fingers through the strands as he watches me with hooded eyes. It’s more of that…something. That something I’m not ready to face yet.

I pull off him with a wet sound, flicking my tongue just under the flared head of his cock. “Stop being so careful with me,” I tell him, holding his gaze. “That’s not what we do.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “You want me to use you, Dani?”

“Maybe I do.” I give another broad sweep of my tongue against him. “Maybe I want it hard.”

His eyes flare with heat, his lip rolling between his teeth again. “Then open that pretty mouth,” he says roughly. “I want to dirty it up.”