Page 27 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“I’m not, I’m not,” I get out as I struggle to compose myself, one hand leaving her neck to rub over my mouth. Her glare is searing hot, and she moves her hands to my shoulders, ensuring I feel the sharp bite of her nails. I ignore the answering twitch of my dick and the arousal I feel dripping onto my skin in answer as I say around a poorly hidden smile, “I’m sorry, Love, it’s just that your jealousy is adorable.”

She looks wholly unimpressed.

“I would very much like to punish you. However, the punishments I deem fitting are not seeming agreeable lately,” she informs me. “When I imagine your blood spilling across the floor, it does not please me like it used to.”

Spending time like this with her has made me feel lighter than ever, and I can’t help but tease, “Ah. Must be awful.”

Ezla whacks me on the shoulder.

Chest shaking, I bite my lip in attempt to not piss her off even more.

Which changes the mood in the room in a flash, tension thickening the air as her attention burrows back into my mouth.

My humour dies down in place of something far more sinful.

Without needing to know her answer to my earlier question when she’s looking at me like that, like she wants to devour me as much as I do her, my hand comes back up to join my other on her neck, and I guide her into me. Her lips part, eyes sliding closed a second before mine do as I press my mouth to hers.

It’s tender at first, slow, and she allows for it. But the passion grows and grows as the seconds pass by, encouraging my hands to leave her neck to wander over her body. Hers follow my lead, and our lips move together with more vigour, her sucking my bottom one into my mouth and pulling a muffled moan from me.

A shiver rolls over me as her hands push up under my T-shirt, walm palms hungrily gliding over my skin, and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss. I break away only for a moment when she tugs at the fabric, allowing her to yank it up and over my head. Tossing it somewhere unidentifiable, Ezla then yanks me back to her, tongue plunging into my mouth, smoky hot cinnamon exploding on my tastebuds.

My palms feel all over her lithe figure until they return the favour, fingers fumbling with the concealed zipper at her neck. After pulling it down, she works with me to get her suit off, then her bra, her thong, her socks and boots . . . My shorts and boxer briefs are the last to go, and I let out a shaky exhale when we’re skin to skin, her soft curves pressing to the firmness of my chest as she straddles me, slim arms wrapping around my neck.

I grip onto her small waist, lifting her slightly as she wraps her hand around my swollen erection and notches me at her entrance. Both panting, I guide her down onto me with a drawn-out groan. She’s more quiet about her satisfaction, only giving me a hitch of her breath that I cherish.

Reaching out, she clutches onto my shoulders for support as she rises, and I rasp, “Yeah? You’re going to ride me?” Humming her assent, she sinks back down, taking me back into her tight heat slowly, and I groan deeply again. “You feel amazing.”

My palms smooth down her sides, then over her thighs, followed by her backside, fingers sinking into the plump flesh to help her move on me. I’m gifted with a gorgeous breathy moan as I help her find a rhythm, and I pant out, “Just like that.” Reverence fills me up as she tips her head back, hair spilling down her back, and I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch this goddess absorb all the pleasure she deserves. “Shit, you’re so beautiful, Ezla. So fucking breathtaking.”

Whispering my name, she ups her pace, working herself on my cock, and I can’t control my hips anymore as they buck up, then continue to do so when she allows her feelings to flow unrestrained down the bond, letting me know just how much she likes my lack of self-discipline when it comes to her.

Grunting, the repetitive clapping of our joining echoes through the bedroom, and I can only hope the taalk is working well enough to keep the sound contained, especially since Tate’s room is right next to this one and I’m pretty sure he’s in there. As much as I’m completely fine with sharing Ezla and even being intimate with her in the same room as, and at the same time as, the other guys, I also want some moments like this, where it’s just me and the woman I love, soaking in all we can of each other with no possible distractions.

“You stretch me so well,” she breathes in my ear in her wicked notes of velvet and sin, and my neck extends as her lips brush the lobe before travelling across my jaw to nip, kiss, and suck on the skin there.

“Yeah? I’m making you feel good?” Muscles flexing with each purposeful thrust, I draw her closer so I can feel the turgid peaks of her breasts against me as we move together. “You like how I fill you?”

She hums her yes into my skin, and I shudder.

One hand moving from her ass, I trail it all the way up her back, wanting to feel as much of her as possible, before I gently but firmly grasp her nape to pull her back. Any protests of hers die before they can meet the air when I start to kiss over her neck, returning her previous actions.

“Yes, Scotty,” she moans, and I groan into her at the sound of my name on her lips. I’ll never get used to it, and the unholy way she speaks it has me feeling as though my brain chemistry’s altered every time, it’s so visceral.

Pumping my hips up relentlessly to meet Ezla’s every downward motion, my teeth graze her neck on their way up to her ear before I bite gently down on the lobe, and she blesses my own ears with another wordless groan. “You’re so tight around me . . . so perfect,” I murmur.

As if on cue, her walls crush my length, and her movements stutter. Both hands finding her waist now, I hold on securely and pick up my pace, pelvis thrusting up into her without pause, my temperature climbing higher and higher as my climax nears.

And I’m chanting her name, drowning myself in her and watching with an unwavering focus as her features contort with pleasure and her mouth hangs open on a wordless cry, when she finally spasms around me and a rush of warmth drenches my cock.

“Fuck!” I shout, thrown right off the edge with her at the sensations, completely losing my rhythm as her velvety walls grip me like a vice.

I can only hold on to her with all of me as we shake together, my cum filling her to overflowing and dripping from where we’re joined. Ezla holds me right back, those claws of hers pinching into my back as she rhythmically pulses around me and struggles to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling erratically with mine.

We don’t move for what feels like forever after that, aftershocks working through the both of us.

But forever still isn’t long enough when she pulls away first, and reality crashes back into me full force.

My heart sinks like a lead weight.