Page 55 of Sicken of the Calm
“Me neither. Osiris’ advice maywork for some people, but not us. I don’t want to do it with…”anybody else.Ezra watches me carefully before nodding.
“Ok. Cool,” he says, and I wishhe would follow his own advice and tell me what he’s thinking – but then I’dhave to reveal my own cards, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.
“So…I should cancel thesix-foot-five leather-fetish expert I ordered to come give us a demonstration?”he teases.
“I don’t know, is he funny? Becausethat would be a nice change,” I snark. Ezra laughs, shoving me lightly.
“You love my humour. You thinkI’m hilarious.”
“Wow, I didn’t know ‘hilarious’could be used to mean bad and awful and-” I laugh as my back hits the bed, Ezraover me. He kisses me, or attempts to through our smiles.
“So, was it ok?” he asks, pullingback. “Did you like the meet-up?”
“Yeah,” I say truthfully. “It wasgood. Interesting,” I reply.
“Interesting enough to go back?” heasks.
“Yeah, I think so,” I say and hebeams back, kissing me again.
“Cool. I feel we’ve earned acongratulatory orgasm for that,” he says, and I laugh into his mouth.
“If that’s the bar, whatdoesn’tearn us congratulatory orgasms?”
“Literally nothing.”
And it goes like that, slippingfrom intensity to laughter and back again. One moment I’m moaning and archingas his hands leave bruises on my hips, on my thighs, and the next I’m grinninginto his mouth, letting him lick the shape of it, feel the rumble of laughterin my throat with a wide palm around my neck.
When I start to lose myself,start to unspool under him, I hear his voice from somewhere, saying,Look atyou. Fuck, just look at youand I’m laughing and groaning at the same time,my hands clutching at each other over my head, spread out from fingers to toesjust for him.
Sometimes, I feel like I’mbreaking apart for him.
Sometimes, it feels like I’mbeing put back together.
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I can tell Ezra is trying not tolaugh as my character falls from the ledge she was using to climb a wall for whatfelt like the hundredth time.
“This is fucking impossible,” Isay through gritted teeth as my character respawns. Ezra makes a vaguelyagreeing humming sound from where he’s sprawled beside me. I turn to glare athim for a moment, hearing the restrained smile on his face, which cracks openwide as he spots my quelling look. He raises his arms in adon’t shootgestureand I roll my eyes, looking back at the screen,
“You need to go slower,” he says.I grunt noncommittally. I know what I have to do, but each death has caused acounterproductive thinning of my patience. Her first leap onto the ledged wallis from the side, so every fall is a death, and I can’t gotooslow, theledge crumbling if I stay on it for too long, which is just making me climb itwith too much haste. We watch in silence as I manoeuvre the character up thewall until it inevitably falls again.
“Urgh!” I cry, tilting my headback in frustration. I hear Ezra shift beside me, moving pillows out of the wayuntil he’s pressed against my back, his open legs bracketing me.
“Let’s try something,” he says,his arms winding around my waist, hand coming to unbutton my jeans.
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause that’s going tohelp,” I say sarcastically, but I don’t move to stop his hands. I can feel theshape of his smile as he presses his mouth against my neck.
I uncross my legs and let themspread in front of me as he pushes my jeans and underwear down to my thighs.
“Get the character to the wall.As long as she’s on it, my hands stay on you. The moment you fall, I stop. Whenyou reach the top, you can come,” he says.
“I love how you’re assuming I’m goingto fall,” I grumble, even as I manoeuvre my character back to the wall. Ezrasays nothing of the inevitability of that happening, his hand wrapping aroundmy soft dick as the character jumps onto the first ledge. I feel a shudder gothrough me, feeling a fear-edged sense of anticipation as I remember him askingme to count to 60. Despite my words, I am not nearly as confident as last time,knowing more intimately what is to come.
His hand on me is steady andrhythmic as I try concentrating on the character, but it doesn’t take long. Histhumb presses over the head of my dick, squeezing tight. The sudden wash ofpleasure breaks my attention, hands jolting. My character falls, not even athird of the way up, and Ezra’s hand disappears. I huff in frustration, even ashe presses another kiss to my neck.
“Lick,” he says once my characteris back to the wall, holding his hand up to my face. I do so obediently, longdrags of my tongue against his skin, around his fingers. He lets me drag it outfor a few moments. I can feel him breathe against my neck, and when he nextwraps around me, the slide is easy and wet.
“Fuck,” I mumble, pressing backagainst his chest. I already want to throw the controller away and just enjoythe sensation of him on me. I wonder what he would do if I did, if I turnedaround and kissed him. The idea is just a passing fantasy, though. I make thecharacter move, remembering what Ezra advised weeks ago, about letting thepleasure run through me instead of fighting it off. It works now, too. I letthe warmth of the building pleasure burn inside me slowly as he continuesjerking my now fully-hard cock. It only takes his tongue on my neck, though,his teeth biting at my earlobe, for my hands to clench, throwing my characteroff the wall.
