Unpredictable

Amelie Chantelle

                   *Kɪɴᴅ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴄʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ⚠︎*

A week later, I woke up to find Ava holding roses that were a deep crimson red and a little black box with a white bow attached to it.

"What's that?" I asked curious as to who would send her that. She was single although she was still very sexually active.

"It's yours" I shoot up from my bed immediately into a sitting position causing my head to pound. My hangover triggered multiple memories from yesterday that instantly woke me up.

"Who's it from?"

"Ezra Royce." She mused.

"Hmm. That's odd. Throw it away" I said as I climbed out of bed.

"What!? No. at least open it"

"Fine you can" I made my way into the bathroom and closed the door. In the midst of washing my hands I heard a scream and instantly opened the door expecting to see Ava dead or without her morning coffee. Instead, I found Ava holding.....a pocket knife.

I went to get a closer look only to see a heart split in half, similar to the one tattooed on my back, with E on one side and K on the other. I have no idea what this means or stands for or why Ezra would get me this but I'm slightly disturbed.

I went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready, slipped on some leggings and a sweater, then grabbed my stuff and left my dorm. Oddly enough, I grabbed the pocket knife with me for some unknown reason.

I headed to a cafe to grab some coffee and scones again, then made my way straight to the library since I have no Psychology lectures today.

I entered the library but didn't spot Ezra here yet. I decided to prep and wait before he gets here and went to my seat only to find a note sitting on it.

"Couldn't make it today. I made it up to you and sent you a gift. I hope you liked it love"- your favorite tutee

I growled in irritation at his inability to warn  me beforehand but decided to stay since I had a ton of my own work to get done. After plugging in my earbuds and getting started, someone startled me and dropped down in a dramatic way in the seat across from me. I glanced at them only to lose my focus for a moment. It was Ezra but it wasn't. He had black hair that was wavy but looked like butter, tons of tattoos on his arms and collarbone but none on his neck or face, silver rings on half his fingers, and.....dressed in all black. I almost couldn't recognize him if not for those same, familiar eyes. I'm not sure what caused this sudden identity crisis but I'm not mad at it. He looks.....hot.

"Umm I thought you couldn't make it today?" I asked in an attempt to not show my unbearable attraction to him.

"Surprise" He said while raising his hands and shaking them in a mocking hand gesture. His voice sounded deeper as if he had a brief accent of some sort and his breath smelled like.....cigarettes and chocolate.

"Oh, well thanks for the gift by the way. I don't really understand the knife but thanks anyways"

"You liked it huh? You will. It'll all make sense"He said as if that explained anything. It almost seemed deliberate how he confused me even more so than before. I decided to change topics.

"Well.....Where is your stuff? Or do you not want our session today?"

He leaned closer and I got a whiff of his scent and almost had a heart attack. He smelled like....the mystery person at the party. I would recognize that scent anywh-

All of a sudden he kissed me. I was so shocked,I didn't notice that he was standing right above me now. I lost all tracks of thought and got lost in his taste. He broke away first and whispered " Did you notice that you never asked me what I wanted you to tutor me in?"

"I thought you knew I only tutor Psy-" I replied almost dazed from the kiss but painfully aware that I would like to ignore him and continue kissing.

"Oh I'm aware gorgeous but you're going to make an exception for me. I have an offer"

I had no idea where he was going with this but I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued. Whatever he was planning on saying was going to change the dynamics in our relationship even more so, I just knew it.

He started circling the table then dropped back in his seat.

"I want you to tutor me on how to date,fuck,be a good little boyfriend. We've tiptoed around it for a while now. I think we should make it official.You see my friend Callum thinks I need to get some girls and although I do get offered a lot now with my new look I choose you. What do you say love hmm?"

The idea of girls all over him, touching him, pleasuring him, tasting him, getting trapped in his scent....it made my skin crawl. That was insane though, I had no claim on him. Or I guess I could have one.

He got up from his seat again and made his way over to me at an excruciatingly painful pace as if to see if I would stop him. I wouldn't. I wanted this, I wanted him. If he was going to use his charm to trap me further I wouldn't stop him.

"You need convincing? Is that it? Or are you surprised by how tuned on your are? Are you wet?" He murmured. He was trailing his lips down my jaw, to my neck and my collarbone before he stopped and came an inch of my lips. He started unbuttoning my jeans, wordlessly asking me for permission with his eyes. I nodded frantically.

"Please"  I begged sounding pathetic but I was too far gone. I needed him now.

"Fuck. Baby you're gripping that knife like it's your lifeline" He whispered sounding pained while untangling my grip on it. He slide my pants down to my knees and I thanked whoever was listening that there was no one in the library. He opened the pocket knife and ripped my underwear so fast I almost missed it.

He pressed his finger along my slit,coating it in my arousal then spread them to my clit in slow sensual circles. He kept that pace up for about all of fifteen seconds before I lost it. I needed more.

"Faster. Harder Ezra. OH-"

He seemed to punish me the second I said his name by slipping two perfectly costumed fingers thar stretched me so far into me and using his palm to rub my clit. Sooner that I would have liked, I was on the precipice of coming when he abruptly stopped and pulled his hand out of me. He held it up as if it were a trophy,observing how it glistened with me on it before he stuck each finger in his mouth, savoring my taste. I sat there transfixed and sexually frustrated from my denied orgasm.

" If you want that orgasm sweetheart you're going to have to come to me. You know where to find me. You need to accept my offer then come to me" He ran his other hand through his hair and bent down to place another infuriating kiss on my lips.

"Choose me baby" He whispered while placing the knife back in my hand before getting up and exiting the library without sparing me a second glance.

Holy fuck, what just happened? Why do I want more? Why do I crave more? Why do I need more? Why do I need this new him so bad I ache?!