Page 32 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ALEK
MINE
W ell, my statement wasn’t entirely true. Viv would have killed me if anything happened to that corset. She was going on and on about how she had to tailor it specifically to fit my ‘stupid bulging muscles’ and I figured it would be safest out of Ezekiel’s reach tonight. So no, not all of my costume is here but the parts that Ez couldn’t keep his eyes off of during the show are hidden under my gray sweats.
“Would it be desperate of me to say that I was hoping you would?” Ezekiel leans back to put a few inches of distance between us. Instead of looking up at me, he looks down, toward the tie of my sweats.
My angel uses his fingers to toy with the elastic of my pants and fuck, I’m getting hard already. These silk panties don’t do much to hide it but damn it if I was going to wear my dance belt under it like I did before. If it were up to me, I’d be naked in Ezekiel’s arms as soon as I finished up the show.
“You know, I have always been a collector of beautiful and precious things…” Ez finally dips his fingers below the waistband of my sweatpants and slides his fingers through trimmed hair, lower and lower until he’s squeezing my cock.
“Yet nothing in my collection could compare to you on stage in those fishnets and black panties.” He pumps me while staring directly into my eyes. “You’ll keep them on tonight.”
I want to be a brat and tell him that was the fucking reason I brought them home but his hand feels so fucking good to protest. I’m also not in the mood to be edged tonight. I need Ezekiel in me more than I’ve ever needed anything else in my life.
“Yes Sir,” I reply with a smirk on my lips before I dive in and begin to nip at his jaw. He groans and pumps me faster, my hips unable to resist the urge of thrusting into his movement.
“Invite me to your bed, baby.” Nothing about his statement sounds like a question, especially when he pushes me backward to the hallway that leads to my bedroom.
“Please come to bed, Ez. I fucking need you in me,” I murmur against his jaw before I shift down to bite at his throat.
Ez continues to push us toward my room but I stiffen slightly in surprise when I feel his hand let go of my shaft to squeeze my sack instead.
“Fuck, angel,” I hiss into his collarbone.
As we reach my bedroom, I kick open the door, and with impressive will, I take Ezekiel’s hand out of my pants. Right now, I only want to kiss him until he’s breathless and begging for me.
His lips are the perfect mixture of soft and hard against mine. In just our kiss I can feel the anticipation rolling off of him. It’s like a heat I can taste through the clashing of our mouths.
Unable to resist at least playing around a little, I quickly lift Ezekiel and toss him onto the bed. He breaks the kiss to let out a squeal of protest. My body follows his own as I carefully land on him and shove my tongue back between his lips.
His smile feels good against my own.
We make out and grind against each other for a few minutes. I can’t resist holding him close to me and running my fingers along his body while my mind floods with images of what it’ll feel like when he’s finally inside of me.
I feel Ezekiel push against my chest even while his lips continue to chase mine.
“Let me see you, Aleksander,” he whispers into my mouth.
I push up with my forearms and ease off of him to plant my feet on the ground. As I’m getting up, I can see the clear outline of his dick through his pants, and without thinking, I dip down and lay an open—mouth kiss against the clothed bulge.
Ezekiel groans loudly as his hips buck and I’m met with an even bigger mouthful than before. He stares at me intently with a dangerous promise in his eyes while I thoroughly kiss up and down his shaft for a few more seconds. I pull myself the rest of the way up and off of him.
Admiring my work, I love seeing the wet fabric at his crotch clinging to that big cock of his. That big cock of mine.
“I’d like to see you too. Sir.” I nod at his clothing. He looks fucking hot in his professor getup but I fucking need what’s underneath.
Just as Ez leans up and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, I peel off my tank top and toss it over my head. I know I’ve still got a pump going after the show and no matter how hard I try, that glitter and shimmer never comes off on the first try. I swear I almost see the reflection of my glistening skin in Ezekiel’s eyes as he finally pulls off that damn shirt.
Showing off my body has always been something I’ve enjoyed doing but it somehow feels different with Ez. I’m not someone he’s paid to see for a night or two. No, he wants to own me in every sense of the word, but he wants me to want him back just as desperately. And shit, I really fucking do. I’m falling for Ez and there’s no questioning it. I’m ready to give all of myself to him.
“Pants off, Alek,” Ez commands and begins to strip off his pants while he waits for me to catch up.
Hooking my thumbs into my sweats, I push them down so that they are a pool of fabric over my shoes, which I toe off at an alarming speed.
Ez is down to his boxer briefs in front of me, the black fabric a similar shade to the color of the panties I’m wearing but entirely different in every other aspect. Kind of like Ez and me.
Goddamnit, I’m gonna leave the poetry up to Ez or I’m gonna compare us to socks next.
“Is something humorous?” Ezekiel asks, leaning back on his elbows as he looks at me with that adorable tilt of his head.
“Just thinking, angel.” I shake my thoughts and smile at him.
“Come closer, you brat.”
I move so that I’m all but in Ezekiel’s lap, my legs spread wide on either side of his knees and pressing against the edge of the mattress. My angel reaches up and fingers where the garter clings to my thighs.
“It’s quite alluring, you know? Watching such powerful and thick thighs strain against the intricate design of the stockings. Though, not more than seeing your cock nearly rupture the fabric of your pretty panties.”
Ezekiel’s hand travels in a lazy line up and down my thigh, stopping short of where I want him. I do my best to stay still, knowing he wants to both admire me and rile me up.
In a sudden move, Ezekiel takes handfuls of my thighs and uses the leverage to begin lifting himself off the bed. Before I even get the chance to react, he positions us so that I’m the one flat on my back, face up on my bed. Ez looms over me.
“Fuck, that was hot, angel,” I say after the shock leaves my system.
Ezekiel grins down at me, obviously proud of the move. I’m not going to lie, I’m impressed too. I’m a lot of weight to move around.
“Everything’s in the nightstand, Ez. Please don’t make me wait any longer to feel that huge cock in me,” I plead, fully aware of the whine in my voice.
As he looks back and forth between me and the nightstand, I notice Ezekiel looks a little nervous. It makes me wonder if he’s nervous because it’s his first time with a man, or if his nerves come from the same place mine do. It’s not like it’s either of our first sexual encounters but it still feels monumental.
After a second, he leans over to take out the lube and condoms I bought a few weeks ago in anticipation that we’d get to this step.
“We uh,” I begin feeling a little shy about what I’m going to ask but I’m fucking desperate to feel him raw. “I’m good without a condom, if you are? I was tested when I got a physical for work if you want to see my results,” I begin, licking my lips in anticipation. “I bought those just in case.” I rub my hand on my neck as I look up at him. Ez continues studying the bottle and condoms in his hands and I can almost see the thoughts going through that big brain of his.
“I’ll be taking you bare, Alek. I’ve been tested recently as well, and I don’t want anything else between us,” he says with a definite nod and steely resolution in his tone.
Placing the condoms to the side, Ezekiel sets down the bottle of lube by my hip and runs his hands up my stocking—covered thighs. He takes a moment to stare at me and the heat of his gaze has me rock hard and squirming as he pins me down.
“These pretty panties will stay on, though,” he states and I nod. I’d agree to just about anything right now if it got his perfect cock inside me quicker.
“I assume I won’t be hounded down if these were to meet a demise?” He edges the silky fabric of my panties with a single finger, teasing the barrier but not going underneath.
A small laugh escapes me and I prop myself up so I can see exactly where he’s teasing me. The sight of his hands, so slender and soft looking compared to the olive skin of my thighs, has my mouth watering for more of his touch.
“They're a dime a dozen, you’re good, angel.”
“You are perfect.” Ezekiel’s voice is breathy as he admires my cock beneath the panties. Just one little shift of fabric and I’d be exposed to him.
I gasp when, instead of a gentle movement, Ezekiel all but rips the fabric off of me, causing my cock and sack to lean to the side where the ruined silk isn’t bunched. His long fingers play with the fabric of the stockings on the side of my thighs, switching between gentle touches and deep kneading.
“Baby, you’re this anguished already?”
“I’ve been thinking about your cock in me since I first saw you, Ez.”
He looks at me sternly, stopping his movement up my thighs which causes a frustrated growl to leave my lips.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock in me since I first saw you, Sir, ” I correct myself, knowing this is the game he wants to play tonight. And I’m fucking here for it.
Ezekiel parts my thighs, making the panties slide fully over and completely exposing me to him. He applies delicious pressure to the inside of my knees, making me shift and spread so I’m bent like a fucking pretzel. My legs are pressed firmly against my chest.
“I can see your greedy hole clenching for me, baby. Do you need me to fill you so badly that you’re willing to look so obscene beneath me?” Ezekiel asks, the domineering tone in his voice tells me there’s no more playing around. He’s ready to take and I’m so fucking ready to give.
“Y—yes, Sir,” I nod desperately. My eyes track the movement of his hands along my inner thighs. I feel his thumbs hook between my asscheeks and push the flesh apart so that he can get a better look.
A satisfied hum leaves his chest. That noise combined with the feeling of his thumbs so close to being inside me, have me clawing at the sheets beneath me.
“Please,” I manage to beg.
“Please what, Alek? Would you like me to continue just doing this? I am having quite the time admiring your tight little hole.” Ezekiel pushes his thumbs closer and I feel the beginning of the stretch I’m aching for. I need more.
“Please, open me up for your cock, Sir.” The sentence trails off as Ezekiel pushes his thumbs forward and backward, fucking massaging my asshole but still not going nearly as deep as I need him to.
“Do you want me to use your greedy hole, Alek?” Ezekiel asks though he doesn’t need to.
I cry out and throw my head back onto the mattress when I feel his hands move away from me. I only hold back a curse when I hear the bottle of lube open up and my body finally starts to relax from pent—up frustration.
“Grab the back of your thighs and hold yourself open for me, baby.”
I open my eyes to see Ezekiel coating his fingers in lube while he calmly sits back onto his calves and waits for me to comply. I wrap my hands around the back of my thighs, exposing myself fully to him. I strain, my core tight, as I try to keep a good angle so I can still see everything.
“You’ll need to tell me if I’m doing this correctly.” Ezekiel moves his slickened hand toward my ass but pauses to look at me. “I do not wish to cause you any displeasure.”
“I will,” I nod reassuringly, a warm and pleasant feeling in my chest from the care that he’s showing me. I don’t get much time to think about how genuinely careful he is of me. Any thoughts I have go out the window as Ezekiel’s long fingers prod my hole.
“Fuck, that’s good, angel.” My neck strains as I lean forward but I need to see what he’s doing to me as much as I need to feel it. One of Ezekiel’s fingers is buried deep within me, moving quickly past the first, then the second knuckle, and I lose control of the noises leaving me. I’m pretty sure I thank him and curse him in the same sentence when I feel him retreat only to plunge back into me with two fingers.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to take my cock? I feel you sucking in my fingers already, Alek.” His fingers become more forceful as they go deeper and I’m thankful. I’m not a delicate little thing he needs to be careful with. I can take everything Ez can give me.
“I need more, Sir.”
Ezekiel shifts forward so that he’s leaning further into my space. He places his hand flat on my chest and applies pressure. Without questioning, I lay back against the bed, my core and neck muscles thanking him for the break.
“You aren’t ready for my cock yet, baby.”
I suddenly feel Ezekiel’s breath against my lower abdomen, right below the garter belt. My plea is cut off when I feel the warm, wet suction of his mouth around the head of my cock.
Ezekiel tongues around the flesh at the top of my dick, lowering the skin there to suck up the gathered beads of precum. His tongue laps my slit at the same time I feel him enter a third finger into my ass. I want to fucking thrash but his hand on my chest and my own on the back of my legs makes it so I can’t move much.
He’s got me right where he wants me, growling his name louder and louder the deeper I feel his fingers go into me. My breath is unsteady and I’m sure my heart rate is through the fucking roof at this point. If I wasn’t so focused on making sure I didn’t immediately come down Ezekiel’s throat, I’m sure I would be better at making my case for him to put his dick in me already.
Instead, I can only whine and beg for his cock. My thighs are trembling, and the sweat gathering there makes it hard for me to keep my legs held up.
I don't hold back, I scream his name when I feel his mouth leave me with a loud pop and his fingers retreat from my body. Looking back down at him over my pecs, I only get a tiny moment to see his slick hand rub over his cock. He must have shed his boxers at some point while he was fucking me with his fingers but I was so damn lost in sensation that I didn’t even notice.
“Don’t you dare scream at me unless you’re coming on my cock, you brat.” With a stern tone and narrowed eyes, Ezekiel surges forward, plunging all of himself into my ass.
At this moment I’m beyond thankful that Ezekiel took his time with me. There’s no unpleasant stretch or sting, just a pleasurable sensation that is bringing tears to my eyes. He stays still within me for a few seconds, his eyes tightly closed as his body fucking shakes against mine. I want him to use me, claim me in a way no one ever has before.
I reach my hand up to his face, cupping his jaw and brushing my thumb gently against his cheekbone. Ezekiel slowly opens his eyes. His face fights between the slack of relief and the tension of our joined bodies.
We are connected in every way and the tears I feel slide down the sides of my face aren’t only from the relief of having him inside of me. “Make me yours, Sir.”
Ezekiel’s lips meet mine as he retreats, only to thrust back in so roughly it makes the bed shake. One of his hands settles on the bed by the side of my head, while the other wraps around my throat possessively. He peers down at me. His grin is feral and I know he is loving the sweet devastation he sees on my face.
“You are mine, Aleksander,” Ezekiel snarls.
His hand tightens around my throat while his thrusts become faster and more primal. The bed is rocking and I press my feet against the mattress so I can meet him thrust for thrust. His cock is filling my ass over and over in a searing, wet slide and his sweat—slick abdomen provides all the friction my cock needs.
I’m seconds from spilling my cum between us.
“I want you to come, please. I need you to fill me, Sir,” I whine. Fresh tears leaking from my eyes as I do my damn best to hold back my orgasm.
Ezekiel responds by gripping my throat tighter, using the hold to pull me downward as he thrusts up into me.
“Take my cum like the good little slut you are.” Ezekiel completely cages me with his body, every inch of him presses against every inch of me and it gives me the last bit of friction to come against his stomach while I scream his name. My head hits the mattress with a thud and my hips buck against him in the aftershocks of my release.
The intensity of it all and Ezekiel’s continued use of my body leaves me feeling weightless as black spots move around my eyes.
A few thrusts later, I hear Ezekiel grunt his release inside of me. The sensation of his cum leaking from my ass is heightened, the heat of our union marking me in all ways possible. I realize then that I must have closed my eyes from exhaustion at some point. My body is limp and languid as he settles on top of me. My bigger form easily takes his weight and I wrap my arms around him to really appreciate the afterglow.
Our chests move together as we lay wordlessly and catch our breath. There’s a sticky mess between us and it’s uncomfortably hot but I need this. I want to feel Ezekiel’s body relax into my hold, knowing I did that for him. I want to feel his arms wrapped around me like I’m precious to him. I want everything Ezekiel has to give and I want to give him everything I am in return.