Page 23 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ALEK

Torn.

A ching. It’s the word that comes to mind but I’m not sure that it describes exactly how I’m feeling right now. Desperate might be more accurate.

For someone so new to this, Ezekiel is a fast learner. Smartypants has been fucking edging me this whole phone call. Not only did he pick up the call wearing the hottest professor wet dream outfit ever, but he also had to start talking about some of the sexiest shit I’ve ever heard.

‘dominant seemed to further awaken something in me’

He wants to dominate me and fuck I am more than game. If that wasn’t already obvious from the way my lingerie stretches against my crotch.

My hands fly to the front of my pants, quickly undoing the loose tie of my sweats after he asked me to show him the rest of my lingerie. Without much struggle, I manage to loosen the waistband and slide the sweats down my legs.

“Show me.” Ezekiel’s deep and gravelly voice has me looking back at the screen just in time to see him open up the buttons of his collared shirt. Damn.

Obeying, I lean back against my pillows and angle my phone to where I can still see him, but he’s getting a full frontal of my abs and silver—clad cock.

“It’s truly disarming how perfect your body is, Alek.”

I groan, my hand instinctively trailing across my hip and palming at my dick.

“Alek.” Ez chastises me.

“What? You expect me to keep my hands to myself when you’re telling me about the characters in your book fucking each other?” I reply, my hand still applying delicious pressure to my straining cock.

“I expect you to keep your hands still until I tell you what to do. And I certainly did not say you could start touching yourself.”

I whine in response but move my hand to settle back down on my hip. Instead, I anxiously toy with the straps of my lingerie.

“While I appreciate all the patience you have shown me thus far, I do expect you to apply some of that patience to yourself, baby,” Ezekiel comments as he carefully rolls up the sleeves of his blue dress shirt.

“What should I do, then?” I ask, surprising myself with the lack of fight or sarcasm in my response. I might be eager as hell to relieve some of the tension in my cock, but surprisingly, I feel like I’m more eager to please him. Which involves following his directions.

When a few quiet seconds go by, I tilt my phone up to look at an expectant expression in Ezekiel’s face as he meets my eyes.

What does he want? Oh…

“What should I do, then, Sir ?” I’m quick to add, unable to stop a sneaky smirk from forming on my lips.

“A little smirk does not make up for that insolence of yours, wicked boy.” Ezekiel unbuttons his shirt slowly, purposely taking his time, I’m sure, to make me squirm.

“I’m being perfectly patient while you’re taking your sweet ass time.”

A tilt at the corner of his lips is all Ez gives as a reply. And a groan is all he gets from me.

“Will you tell me if something becomes uncomfortable?” he asks, unbuckling his belt in what I hope is the last accessory in his strip tease.

“Yes, Sir.” I nod and lick at my suddenly dry lips. Any thoughts, anxiety, or concerns I had previously today wash away as I give in and fully let Ezekiel take over.

“Good.” A satisfying sound comes through the phone as Ez whips his belt off.

“How does it feel to wear lingerie?” His eyes narrow with pure curiosity as he efficiently unbuttons his pants.

“Sexy, kind of naughty, but—” I toy with the straps cutting across my hips. “It feels good, showing off a bit.”

“I would argue you’re showing off more than a bit.” I see Ezekiel’s hand travel down his pants, palming on his cock like I was doing to myself just a few seconds ago.

“Angle the phone on a pillow and turn around, Alek. I’d like to see more of your beautiful outfit.”

Holy shit. My shy little angel’s asking me to show my ass off to him. “Fuck, okay. Give me a second.”

As gracefully as I can, I quickly make a stack of pillows and balance my phone before turning around to face my headboard while I settle on my knees. Turning around to see how much Ez can see of me, I immediately feel a heat fill my face.

I’m aware I literally dance for people like this and they might very well get a similar angle from the stage, but no one has ever looked at me the way Ezekiel stares at me through the screen right now. Lust incarnate with a touch of devotion is what I see. He’s disheveled and looking like he’s fucking starving for me.

“Would it be too rude of me to demand you only wear these when we see each other?” Ezekiel asks, his serious tone earning a laugh from me.

I look over my shoulder and barely see myself peeking at him in the corner of the screen. “What? You don’t want to see the rest of my collection? Just these ones?”

The moan that escapes his lips causes my eager dick to twitch in the flimsy silver material. By the look of deep concentration on his face, it seems like the camera caught the twitch.

“I need to see you, baby.” Desperation lines Ezekiel’s words this time.

Taking some pity on him, I move the lingerie to the side, exposing everything to the man who controls my every action tonight.

There’s a nervous fluttering in my stomach and I can’t tell if it’s from arousal or if I’m feeling a little shaken. None of my previous partners have made me feel so cherished or so deeply cared for as Ezekiel has. I want my body to be pleasing to him.

“Alek…” It’s a near whisper, barely audible. The reverence with which he’s spoken my name has my muscles spasming on screen.

“ Christ, Alek. You are divine. The annular slopes of your ass, and the way your cock hangs heavy, and thick, and perfect between your powerful thighs. I have never set my eyes on a sculpture that could compare to your form.”

His words are setting me on fire. Every bit of praise from him adds to the deep pit of want in my body. I’m desperate to seek any kind of friction, my hips driving forward into nothing.

“Ez, please .” I’m begging, my face half hidden in my shoulder, trying my best to keep an eye on him.

“Lay your chest down, keep your ass up, and grasp that pretty cock for me, baby.” he instructs.

The cool feeling of my sheets does nothing to tame the heat coming off my skin as I follow Ezekiel’s orders. I slide my hand underneath me to stroke my cock for all it’s worth when I hear Ez again.

“Aleksander, you are doing so beautifully. Fuck your hand and let me hear all those lovely noises you make for me.”

Unable to see him, I listen to his voice and any sounds coming from my phone. He sounds rattled, his breathing heavier as he mutters incoherent words. Fuck he’s fucking his hand to this. To me.

It’s all the encouragement I need to really jerk myself. My hand squeezes near the top of my cock, pulling my skin back to expose the engorged head that leaks onto the bed sheets.

I imagine those pouty lips wrapped around my shaft in place of my own hand, fucking into his warm mouth while those blue eyes look up at me through crooked glasses.

“I am overcome by the singular image of you, Aleksander,” Ezekiel pants, the background noise of slapping skin louder and more evident.

Groaning wildly, I pick up my pace, tugging downwards so that he gets a clear view of what he’s doing to me.

“I need to see where you want me, baby. Show me your greedy little hole.”

Oh fuck. The second I hear those words, I’m on the edge of coming. With my free hand, I make quick work of the lingerie to expose myself to Ezekiel.

“Fuck, baby. I need to sink myself into you. Would you let me inside you, Aleksander?”

There are tears stinging my eyes from the pressure building and from the pure need I hear in his question.

“Y—Yes, Sir, it’s all yours. Please .”

“Please what, baby?”

“I want to— need to— see you Ez, please. ”

A harsh breath sounds behind me before I hear Ezekiel reply. “Turn around, but stay on your knees.”

I swear I’ve never fucking moved so fast in my life. I nearly lose it when I see Ezekiel’s reclined form on his office chair. His dark hair is disheveled as if he’s been tugging on it. His blue oxford shirt is wrinkled and as I follow the trail of his exposed abdomen, I see his hand in a vice grip around his leaking cock. His movements never stop as I settle into my new position, my own cock now taking up a large amount of the screen.

“Your gorgeous cock has haunted any free thought I’ve had all day, baby. I need to see you peak again. I need to hear my name on your lips while you do.”

Stars dance in my eyes as I’m fucking finally given permission to come. I struggle a bit to keep my eyes open but there’s no fucking way I’m missing a second of Ez stroking his huge cock for me.

My hips drive my dick into my hand, my precum helping the delicious glide as I keep pumping. Ezekiel is groaning, tugging his cock upwards and licking at his lips as he watches me fall apart.

“Ez, fuck, Ez, I’m gonna come.” My body begins to shake with the intensity and my balls draw up as I empty onto my bedsheets. My orgasm seems to trigger his as I see white bursts of his cum land on the exposed part of his chest and abs.

“Alek…” Ezekiel murmurs, sated and smiling on camera. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

“I could say the same thing about you, angel.” I can see the easy smile on my face in my camera, my eyes twinkle looking at him.

“We uh, do have a problem though,” I sigh. Ez can only see me staring down at my bed.

“What happened? Is something the matter?” Ezekiel asks, a furrow of his brow showing worry on his face.

“You owe me some new lingerie.” Holding up the ripped—up silver thong, I laugh and throw the garment into the trash. Ezekiel shakes his head at me, the grin on his face giving away his enjoyment at my joke.

“I will purchase any lingerie you would like if you promise every one of them will meet the same demise.”