Page 35 of Allured
“While I appreciate all the patience you have shown me thus far, I do expect you to apply some of that patience to yourself, baby,” Ezekiel comments as he carefully rolls up the sleeves of his blue dress shirt.
“What should I do, then?” I ask, surprising myself with the lack of fight or sarcasm in my response. I might be eager as hell to relieve some of the tension in my cock, but surprisingly, I feel like I’mmoreeager to please him. Which involves following his directions.
When a few quiet seconds go by, I tilt my phone up to look at an expectant expression in Ezekiel’s face as he meets my eyes.
What does he want? Oh…
“What should I do, then,Sir?” I’m quick to add, unable to stop a sneaky smirk from forming on my lips.
“A little smirk does not make up for that insolence of yours, wicked boy.” Ezekiel unbuttons his shirt slowly, purposely taking his time, I’m sure, to make me squirm.
“I’m being perfectly patient while you’re taking your sweet ass time.”
A tilt at the corner of his lips is all Ez gives as a reply. And a groan is all he gets from me.
“Will you tell me if something becomes uncomfortable?” he asks, unbuckling his belt in what I hope is the last accessory in his strip tease.
“Yes, Sir.” I nod and lick at my suddenly dry lips. Any thoughts, anxiety, or concerns I had previously today wash away as I give in and fully let Ezekiel take over.
“Good.” A satisfying sound comes through the phone as Ez whips his belt off.
“How does it feel to wear lingerie?” His eyes narrow with pure curiosity as he efficiently unbuttons his pants.
“Sexy, kind of naughty, but—” I toy with the straps cutting across my hips. “It feels good, showing off a bit.”
“I would argue you’re showing off more than a bit.” I see Ezekiel’s hand travel down his pants, palming on his cock like I was doing to myself just a few seconds ago.
“Angle the phone on a pillow and turn around, Alek. I’d like to see more of your beautiful outfit.”
Holy shit.My shy little angel’s asking me to show my ass off to him. “Fuck, okay. Give me a second.”
As gracefully as I can, I quickly make a stack of pillows and balance my phone before turning around to face my headboard while I settle on my knees. Turning around to see how much Ez can see of me, I immediately feel a heat fill my face.
I’m aware I literally dance for people like this and they might very well get a similar angle from the stage, butno onehas ever looked at me the way Ezekiel stares at me through the screenright now. Lust incarnate with a touch of devotion is what I see. He’s disheveled and looking like he’s fucking starving for me.
“Would it be too rude of me to demand you only wear these when we see each other?” Ezekiel asks, his serious tone earning a laugh from me.
I look over my shoulder and barely see myself peeking at him in the corner of the screen. “What? You don’t want to see the rest of my collection? Just these ones?”
The moan that escapes his lips causes my eager dick to twitch in the flimsy silver material. By the look of deep concentration on his face, it seems like the camera caught the twitch.
“I need to see you, baby.” Desperation lines Ezekiel’s words this time.
Taking some pity on him, I move the lingerie to the side, exposing everything to the man who controls my every action tonight.
There’s a nervous fluttering in my stomach and I can’t tell if it’s from arousal or if I’m feeling a little shaken. None of my previous partners have made me feel so cherished or so deeply cared for as Ezekiel has. I want my body to be pleasing to him.
“Alek…” It’s a near whisper, barely audible. The reverence with which he’s spoken my name has my muscles spasming on screen.
“Christ,Alek. You are divine. The annular slopes of your ass, and the way your cock hangs heavy, and thick, and perfect between your powerful thighs. I have never set my eyes on a sculpture that could compare to your form.”
His words are setting me on fire. Every bit of praise from him adds to the deep pit of want in my body. I’m desperate to seek any kind of friction, my hips driving forward into nothing.
“Ez,please.” I’m begging, my face half hidden in my shoulder, trying my best to keep an eye on him.
“Lay your chest down, keep your ass up, and grasp that pretty cock for me, baby.” he instructs.
The cool feeling of my sheets does nothing to tame the heat coming off my skin as I follow Ezekiel’s orders. I slide my hand underneath me to stroke my cock for all it’s worth when I hear Ez again.
