Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 38

RACHEL

(Warning: this chapter is very detailed, sexually, so I'm warning you, and if you don't want to read this, then skip. This is the only warning I'll be giving throughout the whole story from detail and desperation in sex scenes)

Ezra's piercing green eyes stay still on my face; I lower my eyes as I run my hands up to the top buttons of his shirt, pop each one off in one quick move while he pulls my blouse out of my skirt, unzipping the back of it. I scoot my body onto the bed; he uses a knee, separates my legs, and climbs over me in a push-up position. I continue running my hands all over his sculptured to his tan, tattooed skin; he licks his lips and bunches the skirt up to my thighs, rubbing his hands down to my ankles. Whatever he has planned, I know it's just as seductive torture as he is. I lift my body a little, unbuttoning the last few buttons in my shirt to release the incoming heat in the room, and his eyes scan every detail of me.

"Getting hot in here?" he whispers and plays with the lace on the top of my light purple bra, reaching the straps when slowly pulling them down as my fingers to go the belt strip; I glare up at him, his lip parted, "Can I umm.. take your bra off?" his voice is thick and husky as I nod yes. I'm surprised he lasted this long without taking it off, and I begin to tug the sides of his pants to let them fall to his feet.

He grabs my hips when flapping us over with me straddling his lap; I bat my eyelashes, tracing tattoos on his chest as lips attract to mine. My tongue overlaps his, tasting a mint of whiskey and mint; I pull away, "Did you drink?" I ask, and he smiles as convincing.

"Yes, I drinked a little bit, but you're my drug that get enough of," he says, moaning in my mouth. So I slide in the top of his boxers but pull away. I glare down, see a bulge foaming. I doubt myself, and he can see it in my face, "Sorry," I apologize. Ezra tilts my head up, "Don't doubt yourself, do whatever you please to me," he tells me in a thick voice, propping his hand over his head, smirk.

I shrugged my shoulders, carelessly dragged my finger along his black briefs that caused him to breathe heavy, "That's the thing, I-I never seen one," I stutter my words that are rapidly fleshing red rubs through my body. It's not hot in here because it's hot how he flutters those long eyelashes as I continue tracing his tattoos with a single finger. Ezra's hand holds my cheek, "Never see what?" he questions, I kiss his palm as lowering my eyes, and he follows.

"Oh! You never seen a cock," he questions, and I nod when lowering my eyes. I give a soft smile as thinking about the idea he had earlier, I mean, I have a slight idea. Still, I can be wrong because other girls are better than me with sex, "If you count the fake ones in sex ex," I admit, and he laughs a little, "That's doesn't count, sweetheart," he tells me, and I give a small smile, "Umm... what was your idea you had?" I ask as he smooths his hands down my arms, traces the outline of one breast, and lightly pinch the nipple of the other.

I let out a moan, he pinches it again, "The idea was you doing anything on me," he suggests and sees my heavy breathing, as I hope he doesn't make me say or beg it, "Do you want to touch me..?" he wonders then stops, take my hand and slowly drag it down his boxers, "down here?".

Who am I? Asking a bad tattooed boy if I could touch him in his manhood,  I have never done anything, not even with Wyatt. We just made out. I nod slowly, reach for his hair, and lightly tug it, "I want to but don't know how to?" I tell him in a shaky voice.

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I back up a little to see a full view of him, and his chest is still breathing rapidly with a coat of sweat same as mine; I scan him, and a bulge is growing in every second.

"Nervous?" he asks curiously and arches his brow.

I nod, "Yes," I whisper.

"Don't be. I will show you what to do, just me your hand," he directed as moving me forward while I placed my hand in his and gently slid them inside; my fingers feel something, "Now  just wrap your hand around it," he demands. I lightly tighten my grip, feeling jerky, "Not that hard, baby," he says. Once my hand is around his length, I can hear him sucking a breath and moving his hand away to give me complete control over him.

I lean forward a little when still him in my hand, kiss his parted lips, "Sorry," I tell him, kiss him again, "Tell me what to do next," I ask, losing up the grip. Ezra left his hand and grabbed a hold on my hair to feel a light tug, "Move your hand up and down," he directed me in a husky voice. I move my hand up and down as taking matters on myself and rub my thumb around the head, and feeling a pinching pain on my breast, he leans forward, pressing his lips onto my breast, and sucks on them.

I quicken up my pace up as suddenly a sense of wetness coming through my panties; I glare up at him with still eyes closed and lips parted, so I tilt his head up with still keeping up the pace, and slip my tongue in his mouth, and have our tongues linger together.

"I'm going to come if you keep up of what you are doing," he says in my mouth. His hands come to my hair and tug it again; seconds later, my fingers notice warm wetness on them and spreading on his boxers. Ezra looks down, glares at what I'm looking at, "I told you," he utters out as flashing a slight smirk and batting those devilish eyes as I wipe the trace of him off on the bedsheets, "Are you okay?" he wonders when trying to make eye contact with me. Still, I try to look away to hide rosy cheeks from him.

I shrugged my shoulders, tucked my hair behind the ear, "It's nothing," I lie. I can't believe I made him come... in his boxers; I have never done that before, "No, it's something so tell me," he asks. I bend over to the floor with still on him, reach for his shirt, slip it on, "Was I bad?" I question my nonexisting experience of sex as getting off of him and go under the sheet to cover up. He smiles, rolls his head, "No, you were good, but you will get better," he commented on my work, "But it was my first time," I doubt.

"Stop it! You were good. Period." he utters out, lands a kiss on my lips, climbs out of bed, and walks to the dresser.

Without warning, he slides off his now damp boxers, opens a drawer, and grabs a pair of dark green boxers, the shade of green looks like his eyes, but they are more darker as looking at me over his shoulder, "Were you watching me and my ass?" he remarks. I swallow my feelings of pride, "N-No," I lie as stuttering.

"Liar." he laughs.