Page 25 of Riot of Autumn

One of his hands moves back to my hair, gathering it up in his fist. He has such a tight hold, I’m forced to tip my head back and I barely keep from mewling like a damn cat. Neither one of us speaks. If he’s like me, he’s afraid of breaking this spell. Or maybe he doesn’t want anyone finding us in the closet. Which would be the smarter, more sensible reason to stay quiet.

Whatever the reason, all I hear before his mouth descends and Ezra is kissing me for the first time is my whispered name.

I decided years ago that kissing Ezra would be a bad idea. I had no clue. It’s possibly the worst idea I’ve ever had, and I’ve done some really stupid shit. My life before this moment now seems wasted, and I’m not sure anything will ever live up to this kiss after.

Ezra doesn’t ease into the kiss. There are no soft brushes to learn each other’s mouths. It’s an assault to all my senses, causing something to short circuit in my brain when his lips slant over mine. His tongue licks over my lips and I part them in response, allowing him to stroke into my mouth. He groans into the kiss, and my stomach flips.

All the while, his other hand is squeezing my ass as he grinds his huge cock against me, hitting my clit with each thrust. My body is moving, rubbing and gyrating against his, wanting this feeling to never stop, wanting him to feel as good as he’s making me feel. He’s still kissing me, like he can’t stand the thought of breaking apart and I fucking love it. Because that’s exactly how I feel. I don’t want this to ever end.

Ezra releases his hold on my hair, his hand sliding down my body. He yanks up the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my breasts. I’m so glad I took a page from Zara’s book and didn’t wear a bra tonight. When Ezra finally breaks the kiss, I almost complain, but then his head dips and his mouth is on my nipple. Fuck, forget kissing.

He sucks and flicks my aching peak with this tongue, while his hand cups my other breast, gently squeezing it and thumbing over that nipple. My head rolls back and forth against the wall as my senses are overloaded by the feel of him. Ezra is everywhere. His woodsy scent fills my head, his hands worship my skin, and his mouth is a devastating weapon, rendering me helpless to his assault.

I can’t stop grinding my hips against him, but it’s not enough anymore. I need more.

“Ezra.” I pant, barely remembering to keep my voice low.

The last thing we need is to be caught with our fucking pants down at the Duke’s orgy party. But good judgment has never been my strong suit, so to hell with it. Will this irrevocably change my relationship with Ezra? Probably. He hits a spot and I gasp.

Fuck it. We’ll make new friends.

I reach between our bodies, cupping his hard dick and rubbing the length of it.

“Fuck. Ruby,” Ezra hisses out through gritted teeth.

Are we going to fuck? I mean, is that what we’re about to do? Am I going to let Ezra fuck me in Colton Zima’s closet full of fur coats? A sliver of uncertainty slips into the part of me that has a little common sense. Not about the location because fuck Colton with a rusty pipe. But am I really going to have sex with Ezra? Are we going to go from kissing to fucking in ten minutes?

It’s not like I imagined Ezra would romance me and court me or anything before this happened. Hell, I never thought it would happen. I might have fantasized about this a whole hell of a lot, but I never imagined it becoming a reality.

My brain and body are at war, one side telling me to screw common sense and do this. It feels too damn good to stop. The other half sounds a lot like Lena and is nagging me about consequences. What the hell does she know? She was messing around with one of her best friends for months before telling any of us. And that turned out just fine–besides Archer getting stabbed and pissing off one of his best friends.

Ezra’s hands move to my waist. He pulls me away from him and I unhappily unhook my legs. I guess he’s made the decision for me. Damn him for being rational. A low growl that is faintly wolfish rumbles in his chest. My knees get weak, and arousal floods me. Before I can ask what he’s doing, Ezra turns me around and maneuvers my hands to the wall. His mouth is on my neck, licking and nipping at my skin. I shiver, goosebumps breaking out over every inch of me.

Okay, then. I guess we’re not stopping.

Ezra’s hands are everywhere, owning my body as they slide up my back and then down again, moving around my sides to cup my breasts and brush over my nipples. One hand stays there, playing with the hard peak while his other hand drags down my stomach. My skirt is still hiked up and Ezra skips right past it, his fingers landing between my legs.

My breath hitches, and my heart skips a beat. Ezra’s breathing is rapid and erratic behind me. I push my hips back, urging him on when his hand doesn’t move, as if he’s second guessing himself.

“Ezra.” I rock back against him again. His hips jerk forward, nearly pinning me to the wall with his hard dick pressed up against my ass.

“Do you want this?” Ezra whispers in my ear as he drags my panties to the side. His fingers slide through the wet mess I’ve made, and he groans into my throat. “Fuck. You do.”

“Yes,” I gasp, shifting my hips, willing him to move, to touch me.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I moan, my head falling back against his chest.

His thumb moves, circling my clit before one long finger slides inside me. I shudder, already close to exploding. I don’t know if it’s because he’s making me feel so damn good, or if it’s more about the fact that it’s him. Ezra. Touching me in a way I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.

A second finger joins the first. He pumps them in and out, his hips grinding against me while he fucks me with this hand. His thumb is still stroking my clit, and the pleasure grows way too fast.

My body is a live wire. Ezra’s movements grow more frantic, his hips rolling against my ass in a way that makes me wish we were naked, and he was fucking me right now. His other hand disappears from my breast, and I hear the sound of his zipper a few seconds later.

“Fuck, you just soaked my fingers, Ruby,” Ezra grunts, his hand still working magic between my legs.

I know exactly why. The thought of Ezra unzipping, getting his cock out and palming it, is such a hot image.

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