Page 52 of Allured
We make out and grind against each other for a few minutes. I can’t resist holding him close to me and running my fingers along his body while my mind floods with images of what it’ll feel like when he’s finally inside of me.
I feel Ezekiel push against my chest even while his lips continue to chase mine.
“Let me see you, Aleksander,” he whispers into my mouth.
I push up with my forearms and ease off of him to plant my feet on the ground. As I’m getting up, I can see the clear outline of his dick through his pants, and without thinking, I dip down and lay an open—mouth kiss against the clothed bulge.
Ezekiel groans loudly as his hips buck and I’m met with an even bigger mouthful than before. He stares at me intently with a dangerous promise in his eyes while I thoroughly kiss up and down his shaft for a few more seconds. I pull myself the rest of the way up and off of him.
Admiring my work, I love seeing the wet fabric at his crotch clinging to that big cock of his. That big cock ofmine.
“I’d like to see you too.Sir.”I nod at his clothing. He looks fucking hot in his professor getup but I fucking need what’s underneath.
Just as Ez leans up and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, I peel off my tank top and toss it over my head. I know I’ve still got a pump going after the show and no matter how hard I try, that glitter and shimmer never comes off on the first try. I swear I almost see the reflection of my glistening skin in Ezekiel’s eyes as he finally pulls off that damn shirt.
Showing off my body has always been something I’ve enjoyed doing but it somehow feelsdifferentwith Ez. I’m not someone he’s paid to see for a night or two. No, he wants to own me inevery sense of the word, but he wants me to want him back just as desperately. And shit, I really fucking do. I’m falling for Ez and there’s no questioning it. I’m ready to give all of myself to him.
“Pants off, Alek,” Ez commands and begins to strip off his pants while he waits for me to catch up.
Hooking my thumbs into my sweats, I push them down so that they are a pool of fabric over my shoes, which I toe off at an alarming speed.
Ez is down to his boxer briefs in front of me, the black fabric a similar shade to the color of the panties I’m wearing but entirely different in every other aspect. Kind of like Ez and me.
Goddamnit, I’m gonna leave the poetry up to Ez or I’m gonna compare us to socks next.
“Is something humorous?” Ezekiel asks, leaning back on his elbows as he looks at me with that adorable tilt of his head.
“Just thinking, angel.” I shake my thoughts and smile at him.
“Come closer, you brat.”
I move so that I’m all but in Ezekiel’s lap, my legs spread wide on either side of his knees and pressing against the edge of the mattress. My angel reaches up and fingers where the garter clings to my thighs.
“It’s quite alluring, you know? Watching such powerful and thick thighs strain against the intricate design of the stockings. Though, not more than seeing your cock nearly rupture the fabric of your pretty panties.”
Ezekiel’s hand travels in a lazy line up and down my thigh, stopping short of where I want him. I do my best to stay still, knowing he wants to both admire me and rile me up.
In a sudden move, Ezekiel takes handfuls of my thighs and uses the leverage to begin lifting himself off the bed. Before I even get the chance to react, he positions us so that I’m the one flat on my back, face up on my bed. Ez looms over me.
“Fuck, that was hot, angel,” I say after the shock leaves my system.
Ezekiel grins down at me, obviously proud of the move. I’m not going to lie, I’m impressed too. I’m a lot of weight to move around.
“Everything’s in the nightstand, Ez. Please don’t make me wait any longer to feel that huge cock in me,” I plead, fully aware of the whine in my voice.
As he looks back and forth between me and the nightstand, I notice Ezekiel looks a little nervous. It makes me wonder if he’s nervous because it’s his first time with a man, or if his nerves come from the same place mine do. It’s not like it’s either of our first sexual encounters but it still feels monumental.
After a second, he leans over to take out the lube and condoms I bought a few weeks ago in anticipation that we’d get to this step.
“We uh,” I begin feeling a little shy about what I’m going to ask but I’m fucking desperate to feel him raw. “I’m good without a condom, if you are? I was tested when I got a physical for work if you want to see my results,” I begin, licking my lips in anticipation. “I bought those just in case.” I rub my hand on my neck as I look up at him. Ez continues studying the bottle and condoms in his hands and I can almost see the thoughts going through that big brain of his.
“I’ll be taking you bare, Alek. I’ve been tested recently as well, and I don’t want anything else between us,” he says with a definite nod and steely resolution in his tone.
Placing the condoms to the side, Ezekiel sets down the bottle of lube by my hip and runs his hands up my stocking—covered thighs. He takes a moment to stare at me and the heat of his gaze has me rock hard and squirming as he pins me down.
“These pretty panties will stay on, though,” he states and I nod. I’d agree to just about anything right now if it got his perfect cock inside me quicker.
“I assume I won’t be hounded down if these were to meet a demise?” He edges the silky fabric of my panties with a single finger, teasing the barrier but not going underneath.
