Outsider - Book Two

Chapter 18

'Seriously? I can't get a moment of peace can I?' She rolled her eyes. She placed the glass onto the bench.

On the other side, sitting on a stool was Ezra.
'What are you doing here?' He asked her.

'Getting a drink, what are you doing here? Last time I checked - wasn't this Kaden's bar?'
'I was just dropping something off.'
'Not busy in your own life?' She asked, pouring down her glass.

'You better be paying for these drinks.'
'But I know the owner.' She joked. The blonde girl came back but Ezra raised his hand and flicked her away.
'Gonna point a gun at my head? That's been a popular move today.' She noted.

'Maybe you caught me in a good mood.'
'I don't believe you are capable of good moods.' She poured another. Ezra leaned over the counter and tore the bottle from her hand. Grabbing a clean glass and pouring himself a drink.

Two men with guns by their side's, wearing all black slowly walked over and stood in form behind Ezra.

'Looks like the party has arrived.' She hinted, making him check over his shoulder. He didn't reply, he shot down his drink, then wiping a hand over his prickly face.

'So Julian rang me after you left his. Should I be expecting a visit from you soon?' He asked her.
'Well, I'm here aren't I?' She winked, taking the bottle back. 'Did you know?' She asked Ezra.

'Yes.'
'And you didn't wanna clue me in any time?'
'I don't like you!'
'I don't know, I think you may be warming up to the feeling.' She grabbed a different, new bottle down and walked back around the bar. Sitting on another stool beside Ezra.

'Do you think what your father said is true?'
'What do you think?' He asked her, popping the lid of the fresh bottle.
'Want the truth?'

'That's all I ask.'
'I believe Julian.'
'He can have his.....moments.' Ezra sounded a little disgusted. Cece poured herself another drink and smiled down at her glass.
'I hear you like younger girls?'
'Hmm?' Cece leaned in close to his ear, leaning her elbows on the bar.
'I heard about a kiss between you and little Miss Zoie Carter.' She smiled into his ear.

Ezra poured down a glass of whiskey.

'Seems like you heard a lot. Lucky for me, rats can't swim.' He quoted.
'Yeah? But they do float.' She replies, moving back a few inches.
Ezra turns his head, looking right at her. His brown eyes devilish.
He took another drink, sliding the glass across the bar counter.

'Why do they call you the devil?' She intrigued. He stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly he moved in close grabbing her throat unexpectedly.
It had shocked her but she didn't push him off. A hint of anger and steam in his eyes. She smiled with his hand wrapped around her neck.

Her face felt hot. The full force of all the alcohol she had been drinking coming into full effect.

'I'm sure you'd love to find out.' He whispered. They sat there, his hand around her throat. Their faces inches apart. She still had her cheeky grin across her face. She could feel him watching her lips and then her nose and her eyes.

'I dare you!' She whispered back. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm. His tongue exploring her mouth. Heat and fire mixed into one, their breaths tasted like whiskey and vodka mixed together.
Anger, revenge, loneliness blurring the lines.

They pulled apart and she wasn't sure who was the drifter but they just stared at each other, their eyes drawn like mosquitoes to a flame. They had sucked energy out of the other.

Cece didn't even remember the walk to his limo but suddenly they were in the back, the car was driving. She wasn't even sure where to and she didn't care.

She was sitting on him, his hands exploring their way across her body. Under her shirt and over her breasts. Her body tingled all over. Excitement, passion, a lot of alcohol making her flutter. He bit her lip and started kissing her neck, she let her head fall. Moaning in pleasure. Rough and delightful.

She unbuttoned her jeans and threw them elsewhere in the limo. Ezra moved her underwear down her thighs, his hands touching every bit of skin as he did.
He slid down his pants, inserting himself inside her.

She let her head fall again, wrapping her arms around his neck as they moved. She moved back and forth, feeling his inches inside. She let out a moan of relaxed pleasure. He bit at her neck again, then moving his mouth to other places with more feelings.
His tongue painting over her nipples, she felt as it hardened in his mouth.

He spun her around, so she was lying back on the seat. He trapped her in-between his arms, moving in and out quickly. Pounding her with force and pleasure all wrapped into one.

She felt his chest as he moved, clawing at his back as the car drove on.

Moaning loudly, Cece didn't care if the driver could hear it all - she didn't care if the world did. Arching her back her hand resting on his shoulder as he pushed further into her.

She felt every bump in the road, every turn the driver made.

'Awww yeah!' She moaned, combing her fingers through his dark hair. They moved so swiftly, Cece rolled him back over so once again she was on top. Moving her hips, holding onto the back of the seat for support.

She leaned down, kissing his lips again with passion. Their tongues reunited, warm, soft and rough at the same time. She could feel his hands exploring her entire body, until one of them found her throat again.
She placed her hand over his, letting him squeeze a little bit tighter.

Cece rocked back and forth with the movements of the Limo. She was so wet, his inches pulling out and then back in again. Making her moan a different tune every time.

'I'm going to cum on you.' His words bit at her.
He pulled out, making her moan even louder again.
She laid onto her back. His knees on either side of her legs, as he stroked himself. Finishing on her stomach.

She looked up at him, heat in her eyes. She pushed him back into another seat, getting on her knees in front of him.
She stroked his inches herself, spitting on it. Stroking it up and down, up and down. The she put it in her mouth, going to the back of her throat. Licking it with her tongue, she moved back up and then down again.

She looked up at his face, his eyes were closed and his head sprawled backwards. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down again, her mouth wrapping around him. She did the same, moving as far as she could down.
She went back up, taking in a breath of air.

Drool covering him.

She moved back, relaxing now on her elbows.

Ezra sighed and opened a small cabinet under where there were some drinks. He pulled out a small towel, cleaning himself and then tossing it over at her. She wiped her chest and stomach down.

'That wasn't so bad.' He mentioned. Grabbing his pants and putting them back on over his briefs.

'Was that a positive comment coming out of Ezra Ramos' mouth?'
'Keep talking and you wont hear anything like it ever again.' She smirked and put her bra and top back on. She hadn't even been exactly sure when she had lost them.

Her underwear slipping back over her legs. Ezra tossed her jeans and she wiggled around the limo as she tried to put them back on.
Somewhere in the vehicle a noise broke the silence.

Ezra picked up a phone and tossed it to Cece. She looked down at the screen.

'SHIT!' She swore.
'What?'

'Giovanni.' She tied her hair into a tiny ponytail.
'Your master calling after you.' Ezra snickered. Though she didn't respond.
She hadn't spoken to Giovanni since she confronted him about her father's death. Practically claiming he had something to do with it.

'What are you going to do?' He asked. She wasn't even sure, but before she could answer - the phone stopped ringing. Great! That probably only made him even more mad than before.

'How far away is my hotel?' She asked. Ezra stared out the windows, watching as the streets passed us by.
'Few blocks.' He answered.
'Can you drop me around the corner?'