Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 54

RACHEL

While still in the room, Ezra goes by the door to make sure it's locked; I'm in the back of my mind, I get an idea of standing with my legs feeling like jelly from the amount of alcohol, but I don't mind it.

"The coast is clear—"his words are cut off as seeing me slipping off my wings and dress since I can feel all hot, "What?" I question, place my hands in my hips and look all over my body, "Fuck!" he mumbles under his breath, licks his lips, and walks towards me. His long finger traces the lace on my white lace bra, "You are so sexy that I can't breathe," he says, kissing my jawline down to my breast.

My hands grab his jacket to pull off, unbuttons his black shirt, and reveal every tattoo on his chest, "You are sexier, so let's try something," I request as switching side, push him onto the edge of the bed, and bend down with my fingers going up to his pants zipper. Ezra leans forward a little, his chest is ripply breathing hard, "What are you doing?" I don't respond and catch him off guard by sliding my hand onto his boxers and, without giving a warning, grip on his manhood; his hand reaches to my hair, lifts my head in one move, "Who said you are in charge?" his voice sounding demanding and I drop on my knees.

"I did. Now shut and be a good boy," I snap back when giving him a sinful look, and he nods okay, pulls onto my hair, "Yes, ma'am." As his pants and boxers are down to his ankles, I move a little closer, wrap my hand around the tip with my thumb circling it in a slow-motion, and hearing him groan as quicken the pace; I didn't know I dared to even do this along with being wasted to do it, but to make it more risker I let go, but slightly hold back. "What happens?" Ezra stands up a little, sees me looking at his manhood, then back at him, "Nothing, umm," I shrug my shoulders a little, "I don't know what else to do?" I confuse. He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, "I may have one or two of an idea, but do you trust me?" he firmly asks me, and I nod yes. He takes a deep breath, "Wrap those pretty little lips of yours around me," he drops a bomb on me in a heartbeat.

What?

Ezra signs again lean forward a little, and grabs my arm to move closer to his length, "Open your mouth, and wrap it around it but not all of it, but only if you want to," he tells me. I'm making sure if I'm still drunk or getting sober by the time I'm looking at him to see a sexy smirk across his face and his eyes eye fucking me without a pinch of skin touching me, "Do you want me to do?" I hesitate to ask; he takes my hand, kisses my knuckles, "I have wanted those lips around me since our first kiss so," leans forward to my ear, "Better do what I say before I'm not a good boy anymore," he threatens me and gently bites down my earlobe and the skin underneath leaving a mark.

Before I hesitate once again, take a deep breath and wrap my mouth around him as slowly running my tongue up and down; I continue the pace until leaving a trail of saliva all over, it slightly twitches, so I go all over again, "Fuck," he mumbles under his breath. I glare up he's ready to lose control. It's my turn to make him explode, and I run my tongue around the tip as I move my head up and down. As continuing the pace, I taste something warm yet salty in the back of my throat; his green eyes connect to mines . Seconds later, his hand grabs mine places it on my cheek as I release him out, "You did so good, baby. Now it's your turn to lose control," he says.

...

Once we arrive at the apartment, I immediately run towards the nearest bathroom and start throwing up all of the alcohol I have digested.

"Rach-," Ezra runs behind me, sees me kneeling to the toilet and puking up any alcohol that I have digested, so he kneels behind me and rubs my back with the other hand holding up my hair, "Shh... it's okay. Let it out," he whispers, I lift my head, "Ugh! No more drinking," I whine as the feeling of emptiness comes rushing through my body, and I try to stand up;  he fleshes the toilet, unzips my dress, "What are you doing?" I ask when leaning against the cold sink.

"I'm cleaning you up, so come in, turn around," he tells me when twirling his finger around, "You bossy," I pout a little as I splash cold water in my face and reach my bra strap. Still, it's not there, "Looking for this?" he asks, and swings my white bra in front of me, places a kiss on my cheek, then pulls away, "Come on, let's get you to bed," he directs me to the stairs as the alcohol is lingering and controlling my body that I trip on my shoes, "Ouch," I whine. Ezra bends down, scoops my legs and body with his strong arms; I can tell he's been working out more because he's more build-up and intense, "Where are we going? I know, We're going on a trip; we're favorite rocket ship, zooming through the sky, little einsteins," I sing out loud and make rocket ship sounds.

Ezra begins to laugh, places me on the bed, "No, you a little astronaut. You're going to bed," he laughs, kicks the sheets off the bed, and places me on the bed. I grab hold of the sheets, and they feel like a cloud in the sky against my cold and naked skin as drifting off to sleep until hearing his voice saying something, but I ignore it.

...

When waking up with the sun shingling through the windows, I pull the sheets under my face and roll over; for my first hangover, it's the fucking devil smacking me across the front from drinking too much last night.

"Oh! Did I wake you up?" Ezra walks through the door with a tray filled with different breakfast foods like chocolate chip waffles, fruit, and a cup of weird juice. I try to sit up, but it feels like a brick being dropped on my head, "Woo! I think I see stars," I whine, smell delicious food in front, but something is more by with Ezra wearing a muscle tee and displaying every tattoo on his arms, "What?" he questions, takes the fork with a piece of pineapple and shoves it in my mouth, "You made me food?" I ask with a mouthful.

He nods, "Yes. You need to eat something after having a hangover, trust me, I learned my lesson," he laughs, picks up another piece of waffle, and shoves it in my mouth, "So last night?" he says in the excitement in his face as a smiling ear to ear and hands me the cup of whatever it is, "What about last night?" I shrug my shoulders as sipping the juice and spit it out, "Ew, what is this?" I ask.

"It's mango, pineapple, and green tea smoothie; it's what I drink when I have a hangover. Now drink up," he demands, and I do so, it's pretty good.

He kisses my cheek, "Good girl, so you don't remember last night?" he questions. I shake my head at what he is talking about, "Not really, all I remember is throwing up in the toilet. Did I miss something that might last night?" I wonder, move the tray next to me and see sadness pouring on his face as nodding okay.