Page 39 of Allured (Love and Burlesque #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

ALEK

Listen. Flexibility is a superpower.

H e built me a fucking dance studio.

My mind is racing. I’m in a mental frenzy that matches Ezekiel’s claiming kisses and nips of his teeth against my lips. The margaritas have long worn off. The light—headed feeling is all from how thoroughly this man kisses me back.

While I was upset and crying a few hours before, deep down in my heart I knew that Ezekiel must have had his reasons for not fully letting me in. After hearing his story, glimpsing his most special places, and seeing all he prepared for me to feel comfortable within his home, I know, without a doubt, that we are meant to be.

A needy groan leaves Ezekiel and suddenly, I’m pressed against the wall of mirrors with a ballet barre digging into my lower back. His hands spread across my hips, pinning me in place while my arms wrap around his neck and my tongue dives into his mouth. Damn, I am never going to get over how fucking hot it is when he commands my body like that.

“I need you to fuck me, Ez,” I whisper the words into his lips. He backs away in order to look up and meet my eyes.

“Gladly, sweetheart. Let’s go to the bedroom—” Ez begins to answer.

“No. Here. I want you to take me here.”

A flash of lightning bounces off the mirrors and brightens the room for a moment as Ezekiel’s gaze heats. I lean forward and teasingly take his lip between my teeth, as I reach my hand into my back pocket and take out a small packet of lube.

Ezekiel’s eyes are fluttering closed when I bring the packet up between us.

“This should do.” I grin at him. He opens his eyes and his gaze lands on the blue packet.

“Producing a packet of lube out of nowhere? One might think you’re an apprentice to the BDSM magician,” Ezekiel replies. My laugh makes my body curl closer to his.

A howl of thunder sounds outside. A second later, the lights flicker and we’re surrounded by darkness.

“Now you see me, now you don’t!” I joke and it makes Ezekiel laugh so hard he falls forward onto my chest. I take the opportunity to laugh and hold him as we catch little peeks of one another whenever lightning comes through the window.

“Wait. You had this prepared in your pocket the entire night?” Ezekiel asks. He traces his hand down my arm until he gets to the lube.

“Well, yeah. I was upset. But I was thinking of the makeup sex too,” I admit.

“You truly are a devious little thing,” Ezekiel chides. “Now strip and turn around so I can fuck you hard enough to draw more tears from your eyes.”

I’ve never stripped so goddamn fast in my life. My clothes are in a pile on the floor before Ez even finishes removing his belt and dropping his zipper.

“Turn around, Alek. I will not say it again,” Ezekiel demands as he comes into view in a flash of light. He’s got his belt in his hand and his boxers peek out from his pants. The opened zipper can’t contain the large bulge there.

As much as I’d love to keep stealing looks at him, I know I’ll be rewarded when I listen. And fuck, I want to make him proud of me.

I turn around and place my hands onto the bar.

“Left leg on the bar,” he instructs.

I listen to him without hesitation and stretch to rest my leg on the bar. Just as I’m settling into the position, I feel a smooth, cool texture trail against my thighs. The belt.

“I am going to use this—” Ezekiel emphasizes his words with a hard hit of the leather on my ass. I thrust forward in reaction. “—to tie your leg to the bar. I am going to need you wide and open, Alek. Do you agree?”

“Yes, Sir,” I groan. My cock rests heavy on the bar. The tip is already leaking precum and making a fucking mess as it presses against the mirror.

Ezekiel makes quick work of wrapping and securing the belt around my calf. A hard tug has him humming in approval. I’m completely at his mercy in this position. But let’s face it, I’m always at his mercy. In any position.

I still can’t see much more than what I can catch with the small bursts of light from the storm. Somehow, not being able to see shit makes all my other senses heightened. I can smell the rain from outside just as strongly as I smell Ezekiel’s woodsy and sharp scent beside me.

“Aleksander,” Ezekiel calls out. His fingers run from the belt, up my thigh, and settle at the top of my ass. I wait for him to continue speaking.

“Did you honestly think I would do anything to jeopardize what we have?” he asks. I can hear from his displeased tone that he does not actually want my reply.

“That I would want to have you as a dirty secret on the side?” he asks, raising his voice. One of his hands smacks down on my asscheek. And then the other. My body tenses but I stand still, letting him continue.

“You are worth more than that, Alek. You are my first thought every morning and my last thought as I drift to sleep, hoping I will be blessed with dreams of you. You are my everything. ”

There’s a tightening in my chest as I hear him declare his love for me. I push my lips together to hold in a sob that threatens to escape.

“I love you, Alek. Will you let me show you?” he asks.

I nod in reply, forgetting that he is unable to see me right now.

“Words, sweetheart. I need to hear your consent.” Ezekiel softly rubs my side.

“Yes, Ez. Please show me you love me.”

I hear a thud behind me but I’m unable to really turn around in this position to see where the noise came from. My thighs tense when I feel Ezekiel’s hands push to spread me open from below. I realize he’s on his knees behind me. A hint of warm breath is the only warning I get before I feel his warm, wet tongue move up my thighs and to my hole.

“ Fuck!” I bang my head against the mirrors in front of me. I try my best to stay still even when my cock is begging me for more friction.

“Be careful, baby. I just bought those for you,” Ezekiel swats at my ass once again and dives back into licking me. His hands are gone for a moment and I hear a quick tear of the lube packet. Shivers go through my body when I feel one of his fingers inch closer to my hole and hook past the ring of muscle, gliding in covered in spit and lube.

“I cannot wait to bury myself in you, baby.” Ezekiel’s face rests against my ass and the stubble there scrapes my skin. Another finger joins his first and a loud moan rips from me when he curls his fingers inward.

“Then don’t wait. Fuck me now, Ez. Please ,” I beg. My muscles are tense in anticipation. A third finger spreads me wider for him.

“I will not risk hurting you. I will feed you my cock when I deem you ready,” he replies. Ezekiel emphasizes his statement with a rough bite on my ass. His fingers keep pumping inside of me and every movement makes my cock slide against the cold mirror. Just as I was about to start begging again, I finally feel Ezekiel’s fingers leave me.

The random flashes of lightning give me a chance to see Ezekiel’s reflected form standing behind me in the mirror. He’s still in all of his clothes but his cock is out and he’s spreading the lube on himself unrushed. He smirks when he catches me staring. I don’t blame him, I’m practically drooling over his cock right now.

Ezekiel walks forward until he’s pressed behind me. His right arm wraps around my torso and his hand settles at the base of my throat like it belongs there. The blunt head of his cock pushes against me and he slides in with a wild thrust. A creak from the bar joins our combined moans.

I feel Ezekiel’s hand move into the space between the bar and the wall of mirrors where my cock aches as it hangs over the wood. A thrust jolts me forward at the same time his fingers circle my tip.

“You’ve been making a mess, baby,” he comments. His voice is deep and sultry, matching the lust fueling my body right now. He plunges into me, using gravity to sink me down onto him at the same time.

I gasp when he moves his fingers down the head of my cock, pulling the skin back and exposing my leaking slit. My body is shaking. My mind is empty of any thoughts that aren’t about him claiming me.

An unyielding thrust, a tightening of his hand, slick from my drooling precum, takes me right to the edge of my sanity.

“I can’t— I can’t hold back, Ez. It’s too fucking good!” I scream and he grasps my throat harder, cutting off my breath even more. I can tell from his heavy breathing that he’s close too. Fuck , I need to feel his cum inside of me. I’m so desperate to feel it that I begin to sob within his hold.

“I need you to come, Alek. Come on my hand, come in this space I created just for you. Mark it,” he pants into my ear. His thrusts become brutal, lifting me several inches upwards every time.

“I’m gonna come, Ez!” I cry out. My body stiffens as the intensity of my orgasm causes my vision to fade. I feel myself going limp but Ezekiel commands my body and holds me close until I feel him tense and then relax in his release. He traces his hands down my sides soothingly and backs up as he pulls out of me slowly.

Ez helps keep me balanced as he reaches over and unbuckles the belt from my leg strapped to the ballet barre. We quickly find out how important the support from the belt was. A yelp of surprise leaves my lips when we start tumbling down toward the floor.

Ezekiel lets out a pained groan as all 225 lbs of me crashes down on him.

“Sorry, my leg fell asleep.” I chuckle but do my best to roll off of him. I end up crashing right into the mirrors when I do. Ezekiel howls with laughter at my pained sound. Something cold and sticky on the mirror distracts me from our shared giggles.

“Shit. We gotta clean that up.” The streaks of my cum on the mirror are highlighted even in the low light. I turn to see Ez tucking himself into his pants and getting his phone out of his pocket to use as a flashlight. The phone creates enough light that I can see Ez now. An expression of bliss covers his face, eyes relaxed and glasses all crooked.

“Well it’s technically your space to maintain, Alek,” Ezekiel states. He pulls his sweater over his head and moves over to where I’m still laying on the floor.

“Yeah, well you’re the one that fucked the cum out of me,” I reply, taking the offered clothing and wiping myself down with it. “Hey, do you think we can get some hooks in the ceiling?”

“Do I want to know what they’re for?” he asks with a questioning glance.

“Oh, you definitely do, angel.”