Page 38 of Waves
I couldn’t really say with certainty, but when Ezra coaxed me over the edge, I came harder into him than I ever have... ever. He finished right after and leaned forward until his chest hovered right above mine, and his smirking lips brushed my cheek while I tried to catch my breath. When he pulled his head back up, I could see he was quite proud of himself while he smiled down at me.
* * *
EZRA
I held back a chuckle while looking down at Kai gasping below me, but couldn’t help smiling. Fairly certain I just witnessed his soul leave his body. Good to know I still got it.
“What are you smiling about?” Kai asked.
“Nothing,” I said, a grin still etched on my face. Even though we should shower, I didn’t want to move more than I already had to throw the condom away.
Kai gently held onto me then rolled, keeping me at his side while holding my back. He always touched me as if he believed he handled something terribly precious and slightly fragile, yet I didn’t feel insulted. I loved when Kai was like this, exerting such sexual assertiveness while still being so tender. Despite the newness of our relationship, he offered me a level of security that I never had before, which was why I wanted so badly to believe I wouldn’t get hurt this time around. Each moment spent with him quieted these doubts more, but my fears were not silent yet.
I sighed into Kai’s kiss and got reminded all over again how I could keep my lips on this man all day and night. The moment started sweet then the heat gradually built until we were at it so long, I managed to get hard again. And I was not the only one. After how long I went without sex, I would not be complaining about the barely-able-to-leave-the-bedroom stage of this relationship. Kai shifted upright without a word and pulled me into his lap, so our thighs overlapped.
Gradually, my body melted exactly like the last time he took both our cocks in his hand. His movements began slowly, but my skin ignited like a match under his fingers. I couldn’t decide if this felt so good because I already got off once or because he was the one touching me. Who knew what he did so differently to leave me breathless and dizzy yet always wanting more.
Kai pressed his hand into my sweaty back to bring me closer to his chest until I panted into his neck while he kissed a path to my ear. “Did you think I’d forgotten about you, love?”
I couldn’t even form a coherent response. My breath shook and my brain clogged from the stimulation. Everything else got lost in the haze of his presence and nothing but this blissful moment mattered. I curled my fingers onto whatever part of his body I held; back or biceps, I couldn’t even tell anymore. I might have gone blind for a second once my cock throbbed beneath his hand.
When Kai moaned my name, my heart galloped in my chest. Plenty of times before this I found myself falling fast. Once or twice, I made the mistake of falling hard. With Kai, it didn’t feel like falling when his lips brushed my shoulder to quiet my quivering flesh. He had me sinking, fast yet deep, and with no chance of ever reaching the bottom where we would be at our limit. I could keep sinking like this with him forever.
* * *
The sneak always lulled me to sleep the first chance he got. After a pleasant evening doing nothing other than cuddling on the couch and talking through movies, we went to bed. Kai had me half-asleep already from petting my lower back when my phone vibrated on my nightstand. I groaned at the sound because I really didn’t want to move.
“I can reach your phone,” Kai offered.
The vibrating stopped before I could answer, only to start back up again. Mary better be having the emergency of the century to warrant back-to-back phone calls and no voicemail. “Fine, just grab it,” I muttered.
Kai stretched his arm to the nightstand, and I rolled to my other side to take the buzzing phone from him, swiping without even looking at the screen.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Instantly, I snapped to a more alert state when Thom’s voice echoed through the phone.
“I take the time to check on you, and you’re not even answering my texts or returning my calls. Do you think I have nothing better to do? What the fuck is so important that you can’t even pick up your phone?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Instead, I gaped like a dead fish while I kept my phone cradled to my ear, unable to even process how to respond despite knowing I should hang up.
Kai still lay in bed behind me when he leaned in and whispered, “Who is it?”
“He’s fucking there with you right now, isn’t he?” Thom slurred over the phone. He clucked a bitter laugh, and the phone scratched on his side. “Fucking hell, Ezra, I can only forgive so much. Did you even stop and think about how I must feel? My boyfriend’s so busy whoring around, he can’t even answer my calls. I swear, if I ever fucking catch you with him again, I’m going to...”
I slammed my thumb on the red button and ended the call. My hand trembled while I held down the button that powered off my phone and dropped it on the mattress beside my pillow. We hadn’t spoken since Mary’s party, but I could tell from the slow drawl to his words that he drunk dialed me. How I wish I could say this was the first time he’d done it, too. I shouldn’t still be dealing with this bullshit all these months later. I finally moved on with my life, so why the hell couldn’t Thom leave me alone and do the same?
My stomach churned while I rolled back to Kai, gulping a deep breath down despite sweating and shaking. I wished I weren’t so scared all the time, but I was. I worried about what people thought of me and what they said about me, and even now, my throat burned at the thought of what rumors Thom would spread next. Most of all, I was terrified to find out just how much of that tirade Kai heard. He never signed up for any of this crap, and I wouldn’t even blame him for bailing at this point. All I had to do was wait for Kai to ask me why another guy was calling me in the middle of the night.
Only, Kai didn’t. He resumed petting my back but held me closer than before. When he finally said something, it was only to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I insisted with my eyes shut.
* * *
I didn’t even dare to look at my phone until the next morning. Ishmael jumped from the bed and roused me from a fitful sleep, so I let him out. Once he came back inside, I got him fed then wandered back down the hall. Kai hadn’t woken yet, so I slipped back into bed even though I felt sure I was up for the day. My phone waited for me where I left it last night, but I hesitated to power it on to check my messages. I regretted doing so as soon as my home screen appeared. I had forty missed calls. There were not nearly as many voicemails, thank goodness, but more than enough text messages to make up the difference.
I didn’t even want to look at the red icons, never mind read whatever drunken ramblings Thom sent over the course of last night. I deleted the thread of messages, again, and cleared my missed calls and emptied my voicemail. While staring at my now cleansed phone, what Mary said to me a few weeks ago crossed my mind. Maybe I should block Thom again, but at least my way left a digital paper trail.