Page 45 of Beautiful Noise
This was likely the most foolish decision I had ever made in my life because I was going to get hurt. I felt this in every fiber of my being but I was undoubtedly going to accept.
“I’m keeping my job with Elite.”
He chuckled. “I figured.”
“But, we can put sex back on the table.”
His smile surfaced slowly. “You sure?”
“Very. I have no faith in you making a relationship work. So at the very least, I’ll have the sex as a consolation prize.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up.”
“It’s really good sex but you’re very aware of your current skill sets.”
“That’s not what I meant. You really don’t have faith that I can do this.”
“Unfortunately no.”
Ezren smirked, shaking his head. “You’re using me for my dick and I’m trying to build something solid. No one would ever believe this shit if I told them.”
I shrugged and smiled. “Then don’t, because I have a reputation to uphold.”
The rest of the evening was a blur. We ate, talked, then drove back to the house and left a trail of clothes from the door to the bedroom. His bedroom…
And now I was on my knees straddling Ezren’s face while his tongue did unfairly beautiful things to my aching pussy. With every swipe of his tongue, I released strangled moans while my hips ground against his face, greedy for more.
He gave, I received, and shit, this man was talented. His tongue moved up and down my pussy with perfect pacing. When the warmth pushed past my pulsing folds, diving in with hard intentional thrusts, I gave up and orgasmed on spot. He didn’t stop. My muscles strained and ached while he continued taking his time, dragging his tongue back and forth, in and out, not caring that I lost control. He owned my body, I handed over ownership, and fuck, did he claim me beautifully.
My pussy clenched and released while his lethal tongue pushed me over the edge several more times with back to back climaxes.
“Oh fuck…” I sucked in shallow breaths that did little to replace what he drained from my lungs. I was shaking and my body ached from the constriction of my tightened muscles but I was also in heaven. Sweet blissful heaven, then he lifted us both and I was on my back. His heavy body covered mine and hisarms caged me in before he cupped my face and that very skillful tongue was diving into my mouth, caressing my own the same way it had just demolished my pussy.
I felt the tip of his dick push against me. My body tingled all over and my fists gripped the bedding while my pussy throbbed and pulled. He pushed into me slowly, narrowed eyes fastened to mine but those damn lips…
He smiled arrogantly, knowing I felt him. Every fucking inch of his thick, long dick as it stretched me unbearably wide. His stare was possessive and the pleasure intensified as he fucked me long and hard. He thrust deep, growling his approval.
“I’m glad you put sex back on the table.” His voice was poetic and while his dick was in my pussy it was pure sin. My body bucked and spiraled as I came intensely. He continued driving into me, working me through the high.
“Me too, fuck, me too.”
That devilish smile was back while he rested his arms beside my head, allowing him more leverage to fuck me strong and deep. His pace alternated between hard and deep to slow, tender thrusts while those intense eyes remained on me, as if needing to see my reaction, but I saw his too. He was close, I felt his body vibrating, his muscles tensing, and his dick throbbing inside me.
He fucked me harder and my body was thrumming with energy again, my spine tingled and I felt lightheaded and exhausted and satisfied when my muscles locked, my pussy clenched, and he drove into me several more times before I had the weight of his heavy frame. His teeth sank into my lip while he growled through his own release, and through the haze that clouded my eyes, I could see the arrogance of his smile.
Shit, I’m in over my head…
Last night had been perfect but today felt normal. I left the house at eleven-thirty, drove ten minutes to the house in the same neighborhood as Ezren’s, and cleaned until four. One thing I could say about rich people that I wouldn’t complain about while employed by Elite was they obsessively hired people to do things that weren’t necessary.
The home I serviced was five bedrooms, four and a half baths, and as soon as I arrived the house manager informed me that all I was required to do was sweep and mop all the tile and wood floors in the main areas, clean the bathroom in the owners’ suite, and wipe down everything in the kitchen.
The floors already looked pristine, the granite counters in the kitchen along with the stainless appliances were spotless and you couldn’t convince me the floors hadn’t been handled that morning. The only real work I did was in the owners’ suite bathroom, where I made sure the glass shower was sparkling and smudge free, and polished the brushed gold hardware of the sinks.
I almost felt bad about the exorbitant price Elite charged for four hours of work that could have taken me two had I not stretched it out.Almostfelt bad. My generous salary was thanks to that exorbitant amount Elite charged and I needed every penny.
When I returned to the house, everything was quiet. So before I began preparing dinner, I snuck down to the basement and peeked in the studio where I found Ezren immersed in a creative zone. His favorite guitar was cradled in his arms while he was lost in the melody taking life as his long fingers skillfullystrummed the strings. Watching him work was euphoric and sexy. The man was truly gifted.
And not just with his music.