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When he just laughs it off I pout and he pulls my lower lip into his mouth, sucking hard. Fuck me, that’s hot. He’s clearly good with his mouth.
“I just wanted to remind you that being with me will feel… different. If at any point something doesn’t feel good, you tell me and we’ll stop immediately, okay?” I squint my eyes and tilt my head, studying him as I try to figure out what the hell he’s talking about when his eyes sparkle in amusement. “I’m pierced. A Jacob’s ladder.”
“Oh,” I state dumbly. “Can I see it?” I ask, biting the corner of my lip as I try to tamp down some of my excitement.
He pulls back and I watch closely as his muscles contract with his movements. My eyes track all the way down his bare chest, abs, and… oh shit, that V… and then there’s the, yep! That’s a big ol’ dick with eight barbells running down the underside length of it. I’m ninety percent sure my jaw is dangling off my face. It’s a good looking dick, no denying that.
“Damn, I wish she’d have looked at my dick like that,” Nix chuckles.
“I didn’t get a chance before you pulled me on top of you!” I argue, feeling the need to justify the drool metaphorically leaking from my mouth. “Plus, the fact that you tore up my insides in all the right ways means not only is your package impressive, confirmed by my eyeballs at present time, but also that you know how to use it. I don’t want to know how, but I’m appreciative of your skillset nonetheless.”
“Big praise, bro!” Ezra says with a laugh of his own. “Now, let’s see if I can live up to it,” he growls, and fuck if that isn’t one of the sexiest noises known to mankind.
With that he checks to make sure I’m ready with the slip of two fingers in and out of my core a few times, pulling out and toying with my over sensitized clit.
“E, don’t tease me. I can’t handle it right now. Give me what I want,” I urge, unsure of where this inner wanton female has come from. I like her and think I might not let her go anytime soon.
“You wantit?” he asks, already pushing himself into me. I love that he’s so vocal. “Talk to me, Ains. Tell me everything you want.”
“You, Ezra. I just want all of you right now. Please, give it to me,” I whimper.
“You got it babe. Remember what I said though, if you say stop, we stop. No question.” And with that he seats himself fully inside of me. I’m obsessed. Hands down, these piercings do it for me.
“Holy shit. That’s so good, E.”
“I’m going to fuck you now that I know you’re all right. This is going to be hard and fast. I’m too worked up with your tight cunt squeezing me after watching you come so hard on Nix’s dick.”
“Yesssss…”
Scooping his arms under my back, he pulls me up, readjusting me so we’re facing each other. He’s on his knees and my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, while I clasp my arms around his neck, throwing my head back in gratification as he ruts up into me. It’s animalistic and I have no control at all while he fucks me with reckless abandon. He doesn’t even stop bucking into me when he slaps my ass three times in quick succession, holding me tight to himself with one strong arm.
“Ezra!” I scream, coming with renewed fierceness. My body clamping down on his length while those barbells wreak havoc on me, stimulating me in ways I never even knew were possible.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers into my hair before coming deep inside of me.
I can’t bring myself to say it aloud again, but I love him too. I always have. I love them all.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ainsley James Dylan
Checkingthetimeonmy phone, I notice that I have exactly thirty-three minutes until the end of my shift and normally, I’d linger a bit because I love it here. The people, the environment, the smells, thefood. Seriously, everything about my job makes my heart feel full. Mamma and Papa bring a whole different level of peace to my weary soul—a sense of contentment that I longed for growing up—it’s everywhere here with the way that their daughters are always around, and no customer leaves without being treated like family. I can’t get enough of it.
Just not today.
I mean, I’ve had a great day but I’m full of anxious energy and excited to leave and go spend time with my men. After things went down at my house earlier today, I got added to their group chat and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to check my phone every five minutes. The guys are still witty and fun, welcoming me back into the fold almost as if I’d never left in the first place. And the nicknames are perfection outside of my own. I thought I’d kicked the Rock Princess name long ago, but according to them my standing media moniker is ‘iconic’.
Face meet palm.
I’m still not sold on joining the band. They’ve barely mentioned it since that time in the production room, but the implication is there almost always. What I’ll need them to realize though is that I still have some high quality force fields built up around my daddy issues and I’m not sure how to break them down or turn them off. I was thinking of calling my mom on the way to the guys’ place and maybe talking through some of it with her before confronting dad head on. How am I going to bring it up with her though? The last thing I want to do is cause her more pain. But it’s not like I can just hit up my dad and say, “hey there Ax-man, I was sort of hoping you’d tell me why sleeping with groupies was cooler than sleeping with mom.”. No, I need her input, even if the idea of it has nerves wracking my body so hard I want to throw up. Instead it’s out of sight, out of mind. I’ll put it off and will deal with it when the time comes.
I finish up my late break by eating my last bite of gnocchi and send a quick text to the Reckless Sin chat to let them know I’ll see them after my shift ends along with a reminder to send me the address of where they’re staying. Then I pop my dishes into the dishwasher and head out to the front to pick up where I left off, a new pep in my step and a fresh wave of excitement washing over me.
As soon as I reach the front of house, everything I’d been feeling drops like lead weight and settles there, letting anxiety well up in its place. Waiting to be seated is none other than Ranger, whom I’ve actively been a terrible friend to over the last… maybe forever. Looking back, I’ve always kept him at arm's length, being as that’s my modus operandi. I’m such a shit human being sometimes. Outside of being a little too flirty, Ranger hasn’t done anything to warrant me constantly putting him off. He’s genuinely been a great friend over the years.
“Hey, are you here to eat?” I offer him my customer service smile. At his returning smile and nod, I gesture to follow me to a table. Sunday lunch shift means things are super laid back and while business is steady, we don’t typically have a waitlist.
“Yeah, and to talk to you if that’s okay.” His delayed response has unease creeping through me like poisonous vines that want to crawl all over me and smother me before letting the venom set in. I don’t understand why I’m suddenly so wary of his company. I’ve always liked him so much and now there’s a small sounding alarm bell ringing in my head whenever he’s near.
