Page 8 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

Felicity

M om was supposed to spend her last night before eloping with me. Instead, she disappeared right after dinner. If I had been paying more attention, I would have caught her luggage waiting by the front door. But I wasn’t. And I didn’t.

It’s been three hours since she left and I’ve not gotten any closer to packing my belongings. Walking into my bedroom and seeing a stack of boxes and packing tape on my bed really made her news real.

I’m sitting on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest, head resting on the edge of my mattress as I clutch my beloved stuffed puppy in my hand, Pup-Pup.

He came into my life at some point, I just don’t remember when.

It’s almost as if he’s always been here.

Tears well in my eyes as memories flood my mind.

This house holds a ton of them, and now I’m having to say goodbye to it.

It’s bittersweet.

Why Mom didn’t think to ask me if I wanted to stay here instead of moving with her, I’m not sure. Maybe she thinks it’d be too much money for me while I’m still in school. Does she not remember how I carried us when she couldn’t? Or, maybe, she just didn’t want to leave me here alone.

My mind drifts to living with the newlyweds, and I shudder. All I can think about is hearing them having sex or worse, walking in on them. My body shakes vehemently and I gag a little. Nope, I’ll need to start shouting every time I enter a room.

My eyes scan the room, taking in the boxes, the mess I’ve made, and what I still need to do. This isn’t where I want to be tonight or what I want to be doing. With a sigh, I toss my beloved stuffed animal onto the bed and stand up.

I rush around the room, grabbing pajamas and some clothes for tomorrow, and stuff them in my overnight bag.

Next, I run to the bathroom and collect my toiletries and makeup, adding them to my bag.

Glancing around the room one final time, I make sure I have everything I need.

My book bag is still by the door, so I’ll just get it on my way out.

For a minute I debate messaging or calling Ezra to let him know I’m coming, but decide to surprise him instead.

Once I’ve made sure I have everything, I lock the house up tight and head to my car.

Before I pull out of the driveway, I take one last look at the house.

Sadness seeps into my soul knowing that this isn’t going to be my home much longer.

I knew I’d be moving out one day; living my own life away from Mom.

I just expected her to always be here. In this house. But she’s not.

Two weeks. It’s going to come so quickly.

The lights are out when I pull into the driveway at Ezra’s. I take a look at my watch and see it’s getting close to ten thirty. He should still be awake, but he does have school tomorrow. We haven’t talked since earlier tonight, so he must have assumed I wasn’t coming over.

I park the car and get out, then grab my bag and purse from the backseat.

My book bag can stay. The wind whips around me as I make my way up to the door.

The coolness of the air cutting right through me.

Spring can’t get here soon enough. One day when I finally settle down, I want it to be somewhere warm, with beaches within driving distance. Hopefully, Ezra will be there with me.

I clench the keys tightly in my hand as I open the door and step inside.

It’s quiet. Eerily so. For a minute, I debate whether this was a bad idea and if I should turn around and go back home.

But then the naughtier side of me takes over and I wonder how Ezra will react to waking up to me sitting on his face.

I gently place my bags on the floor and slip off my boots, trying my hardest not to make a sound.

Carefully, I peel off each layer of clothing, the room cool against my bare skin.

The soft rustle of the fabric falling to the floor sounds louder than I'd like, and I pause for a heartbeat, listening.

But there's nothing but the hum of the night. Ezra’s not rushing to the living room to knock the intruder over the head with a bat.

Padding on my toes, I ease down the hallway, the floorboards barely creaking beneath my weight. The house is still. I move like a breath of air, my eyes focusing on the closed bedroom door at the end.

My fingers curl around the doorknob as I turn it slowly, and push the door open just enough to slip inside. The room is dark except for the faint blue light of the moon leaking through the curtains.

And there he is.

Ezra lies tangled in the sheets, one arm thrown above his head, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His shaggy, wavy light brown hair, in need of a trim, falls across his brow. There’s a bit of stubble along his jaw and chin, giving him a roughness even in rest.

I stay still for a moment, just watching him, my heart full and quiet. This man is amazing, and he’s all mine.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I tiptoe across the room to the bed. Just as I’m about to put a knee down and climb onto the bed, he rolls away from me onto his side, nixing my riding his face idea.

I pause.

I just need to feel something that doesn’t hurt right now. Something real.

Not one to give up, I gently place my knee on the mattress, feeling the mattress dip beneath my weight and freeze. Does Ezra feel it too? When he doesn’t wake, I keep moving.

Lifting my other leg, I crawl onto the bed and lay down beside him. I scoot as close to him as I can, letting my hand slide under the sheet that covers his lower body. A smile crosses my face and I have to contain the moan that wants to slip out, discovering that he’s nude.

My fingers dance along the skin on his waist as I move my hand around to his cock.

I grip his shaft with my hand, savoring the feel of it.

Slowly, I stroke him, letting my thumb rub over the head with each upward movement.

His dick hardens in my hand and his hips thrusting in sync with my movements and he moans.

Is he thinking this is a dream? If so, it makes this even hotter.

I shift my body closer, my bare chest pressing against the warmth of his back. I exhale slowly, then allow my lips to brush over his skin—one soft kiss along the curve of his shoulder, then another, lower, slower.

His skin smells like mint and lavender—his bodywash.

Ezra lets out a soft, gravelly sound from deep in his throat and my body goes stiff, the heat pooling between my thighs. He shifts, moving against me. I never stop stroking him, precum leaking from his head, as his muscles tense. Ezra’s body wakes as I continue to kiss along his back.

“Felicity…” he mumbles, his voice still caught between sleep and desire. “What are you doing?”

But he doesn’t pull away. He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him, until I’m nestled at his side, my hand still wrapped around him.

I lean in, kissing along the crook of his neck, my teeth grazing lightly against his skin before sucking just enough to make him groan. His hips buck up into my hand.

“You’re playing with fire,” he mutters sleepily, his eyes barely open. He wraps his hand around mine as he moves it in a faster motion.

There’s no denying it now. He’s fully awake and his hunger, much like mine, is ignited.

“Then burn me.” My voice comes out husky against his lips.

I let go of him long enough to swing my leg over his body, straddling his hips. His cock presses against my core, sending ripples of electricity coursing through me.

My hips instinctively begin rocking back and forth, his shaft slipping through my wet folds, teasing both of us. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his just as the teasing pressure at my clit pushes me over the edge. His mouth catches my moan, claiming it as his.

Our lips break apart and I'm a panting mess. “Fuck,” comes out breathily.

“You just came from rubbing on me?” he says, eyes dark, voice thick with disbelief and desire.

But we're not done. I want more and Ezra’s still hard as a rock.

I reach between my legs, taking hold of his shaft and line his head up with my opening. There's no thinking as I slide down on top of him, taking it in completely.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls as his hands go to my hips, gripping me tightly. “You feel so good, so damn tight.”

Ezra thrusts his hips up, burying himself deeper inside of me. My hips move without my control, as I place my hands on his chest, supporting my weight as I bounce on his cock, taking it in like a starving woman.

The sound of our collective grunts and skin slapping fills the room. In one swift movement, Ezra sits up, wrapping his arm around my waist, flipping us over. My back falls into the softness of the mattress at the same time his hand comes down beside my head, holding the weight of his body over me.

“I love you, Felicity,” he whispers softly as he thrusts himself inside of me.

My legs wrap around his waist as my hand slips between our bodies, finding my clit, rubbing tiny circles on it, taking me closer to the edge.

“I love you too.” My words come out chopped, raspy.

A fire lights in Ezra at my words, and his thrusts become faster. My body's humming with desire, teetering close to my orgasm. One more pump of his cock inside me, and I press firmly against my clit as I cry out my release. My eyes close as fireworks burst in my vision.

“I’m coming,” Ezra grunts as he gives one final thrust, stilling inside of me as he fills me.

His chest falls onto mine, his head nestled in the crook of my neck as he kisses me softly, lovingly. His gentleness is what I love most about him.

We lie like that for what seems like an hour, but it's only been a few minutes before he pulls out.

His eyes go wide when he gazes down at my pussy.

“Shit, we didn't use a condom,” he freaks.

“It's okay. I'm on the pill,” I remind him.

“I know, but what about your new video coming up? You have the whole thing about unprotected sex.”

“It's why Lorna insists on testing. We're good.”

He just nods his head as he gets off the bed and steps into the hallway. I hear the water turn on in the bathroom and it's just a few minutes later before he returns to the room, rag in hand. He carefully cleans me up, then puts the washcloth in the hamper.

“Come here,” he murmurs, holding out his arms as he lies down in bed. I scoot over, rolling on my side, resting my head on his chest as I place my hand on his stomach, making tiny hearts.

“Thank you for coming over.” He kisses the top of my head, his fingers rubbing lazily up and down my arm.

“Anytime.”

“Did you and your mom have a good dinner?”

“She’s eloping tomorrow with Calvin and we're moving into his place in two weeks.”

“What?”

“Yep, that was my thought as well. I don't want to talk about it right now. The only thing I want to do is lay here in your arms while you hold me until I fall asleep.”

And that's what we do. No talking. Just him embracing me tightly.