His hands roamed down my hips to my thighs, and back up again. His fingers edged underneath the bottom of my dress and I hissed between my teeth as my core clenched. But he didn’t move his hands up any further. He kept them right where they were, every once in a while his fingers would lightly stroke my skin and I would clench again.
I wound my arms behind me and around his neck. He burrowed his head against mine, nipping at the spot where my neck met my shoulders, and then smoothed the spot with a slow flick of his tongue before pressing his lips to the spot.
I let out a long moan.
Jesus Christ, the way the man could affect me was entirely unfair. He knew how to stroke and play all the right strings on my body.
“Sadie.” The way he breathed my name made me shiver.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was begging him for.
To say my name again.
To touch me.
To love me.
I felt his fingers flex against my thighs, the pressure increasing as he pulled me more fully against him.
I rolled my hips and smiled in satisfaction when he hissed between his teeth.
“Fuck, Sadie.”
“Yes,” I purred, “fuck Sadie, please.”
I didn’t care that we were in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people. I needed him to touch me in all the ways I needed to be felt.
“We can’t.” He breathed, sounding like those two words pained him.
“Ezra,” I panted his name and I felt him growl in approval at the sound, “I need you. Here. The bathroom. The wall. The fucking car. I don’t care. Take me, I’m yours.”
His fingers tightened against my skin even more and I wouldn’t be surprised if I found bruises in the morning, but I didn’t mind. I wanted him to brand me physically the way he was already branded on my heart and soul.
I turned around so that we were now facing each other and let him see the desperate want in my eyes.
“Sadie, you’ve been drinking…” He trailed off.
My palms landed on his hard chest and slid up around his neck, where I curled my fingers into the silky strands of his hair. Despite our conversation we both kept moving to the beat of the song.
“You know two drinks will hardly get me drunk,” I argued.
“Fucking hell.” He muttered, and kissed me right there on the dance floor.
For the moment, at least, he didn’t seem concerned about getting caught.
He nipped my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth.
He tasted like cool lemonade on a warm summer’s day.
“Touch me,” I begged, “I need you to touch me.”
I needed to get my fill of him before I was forced to say goodbye, but something told me I’d never feel satisfied.
His hands roamed up my sides, the pads of his thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts concealed by my dress.
“More,” I pleaded.
“Fuck being good,” he growled, taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd. He barreled past people, making sure they didn’t ram into me.
I didn’t look around to see if our friends saw. My head was too clouded with lust to care.
He found a hallway and dragged me down it.
I had no idea where we were going, but Ezra seemed to be navigating the space with no problem.
He reached out and pushed a door open and we stepped into a back alley. It was littered with trash and there was a dumpster nearby.
He led me away from the mess and before I could blink he had my back pinned to the brick wall and his lips devoured mine. His kiss was nothing like the one inside. This was rough, and tinged with desperation, like he too felt that time was running out for us and wanted to make the most of it.
I started pulling at his shirt, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.
“No.” He glared at me.
“But—” I protested.
“No,” he said again, “I want you. God, believe me I do,” he ground his hips into mine so that I could feel how much, “but not here. This, right now, is about your pleasure. Not mine.”
I opened my mouth to argue that his pleasure was mine, but he silenced me with a breath-stealing kiss.
He broke the kiss when my brain grew foggy from lack of oxygen and his lips trailed down my neck and over my collarbone before he sunk to his knees in front of me.
He glanced up at me and his dark eyes were hooded with lust.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
“I think I proved that today,” I panted.
He let out a husky chuckle. “That you did.”
His hands skimmed up my calves and thighs, disappearing beneath the dress. He grabbed the sides of my underwear and pulled it down roughly until it stopped at my ankles.
“Step out of them,” he commanded.
I did as he asked and watched as he stuffed my underwear into his pocket.
He looked up at me again and licked his lips in anticipation. “Hold on.”
“Huh?”
I let out a small squeal of fright when he grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pushed the bottom of my dress out of his way and looked at me one more time. “Ride my face like you mean it, sweetheart.”
And then his mouth was on me and I lost all trace of coherent thought.
Pleasure hummed in my veins and my limbs grew weak. He seemed to sense this and grabbed my ass to hold me steady.
“Ezra.” I panted his name over and over again in the darkened alleyway.
I leaned my head back against the wall, looking at all the stars that shimmered above us. They were the only witness to the sublime pleasure Ezra was giving me. The stars saw everything. Oh, the secrets they could tell.
I felt my body begin to tighten and my legs shook. “I’m going to come,” I warned, my back arching against the wall. “Oh God,” I moaned. “Ezra!” I cried out his name loud enough that people nearby probably heard.
His tongue swiped against me one last time and he lowered my legs to the ground. He kept ahold of me as he stood, and brushed the dirt and gravel off of his pants with his free hand.
“Fuck you taste amazing,” he growled, turning me on all over again. He swiped his thumb over his bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. Damn him. My body was coiled tight with the need to sink myself down onto him, but I knew he wouldn’t allow that.
I leaned up and kissed him, the taste of me lingering on his lips. “I think that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me.”
“Go down on you in an alley?” He questioned, raising one dark brow.
“When you put it that way it sounds gross, but it was…incredible.” I grabbed onto his shirt, my body leaning heavily against his. He wrapped an arm around me and started leading me towards the door we’d come through.
“I’m glad you thought so…it was equally as pleasurable for me.”
“But you didn’t get off,” I whispered, like it was some sort of secret.
He grinned down at me. “Giving pleasure can be as good as receiving, and that,” he nodded behind us at the alley, “was fucking amazing.”
I bit my lip, wishing desperately that we were anywhere but here right now so that I could make love to him the way I wanted.
Whoa, no.
Not make love.
We didn’t do that.
We fucked.
Because we were friends with benefits.
And that was it.
Ezra held my hand through the darkened hallway, but once we reached the main room he let go.
We found the table and all our friends, who looked grumpy and irritable.
“Where have you been?” Emma asked, her eyes were filled with worry, but her words were laced with anger. “We’ve been looking for you guys for forever.”
“We were dancing,” Ezra replied. I didn’t know how he appeared so at ease after what we did. My body was still shaking with after shocks.
“We checked the dance floor five times,” she argued.
“Must have missed us.” Ezra shrugged indifferently. “Are you guys ready to go?”