Double Agent

○ thirty ○

I whimper as Ezra stops moving his hand for the fifth time since he's shoved me into the car. I squirm, trying to get his talented fingers to move in circles around where I need him the most, but he's been edging me for the past fifteen minutes.

I whine, arching up into him, but he's headstrong, and something tells me this is just the start of tonight.

I smile creepily at Alan for, ashamedly not the first time, as I feel the wetness slide between my legs, Ezra guiding me impatiently through the lobby.

Ezra eyefucks me in the elevator, his now frigid eyes taking over me sultrily as I cover into the corner of the lift.

We enter the house.

"ECHA. Turn off cameras, tint, and fuck off."

"Yes sir."

"Thank you ECHA," I mumble, but she doesn't respond.

He fumbles with his tie and jacket, bundling it and tossing to the sofa callously. His stare pierces into me with arms crossed as I nervously back up the stairs. He follows me, dress shoes following my combat boots step by step, predator stalking prey.

"I failed a test."

"Well I wouldn't say failed exactly, more like performed to an extent that was not the extent asked of you."

"I failed. The first time I've failed a test, ever, and of course, it's your fucking fault."

I stumble past a corridor, running my palms over the wall until I reach the space to his room.

"Well... technically... it was your fault, but that can be a conversation for another day," I finish chirpily. What am I doing instigating him? I stumble into the bedroom.

He gives me a wicked smile as I fall onto the bed and crawl backwards, stands at the foot, scrutinising me.

"Doesn't matter. I'm going to fuck you like it's your fault. Strip. Now."

I pluck the shirt and shorts off me, leaving me in the set he likes so much. His gaze heats again, but soars the second I unclip the bra and toss it away, shimmying out of my lace undies.

"Come here." His eyes drop to the edge of the bed in front of him.

I scooch forward, unbuttoning his shirt on my knees, and once it falls to the floor he takes control, dropping to his knees in front of me and tugging my thighs down towards him so my back hits the bed and then apart, anchoring me there.

He circles and sucks me, licking everywhere it burns for him, playing with me slowly for an hour that feels like an eternity, torturing me with caresses gentle enough to squirm but not hard enough to reach the stars.

He quickens his pace suddenly, and my back arches, desperate for him to take everything from me. I shake in anticipation, feeling high heaven build before my very eyes, and I'm almost there. I can feel it spill from my chest, but he stops, and I sink back down into the mattress, gasping for breath, for mercy.

He continues this forever, until I'm pretty sure I've bled my arousal into these sheets and my orgasm will never come.

"Please. Please please please please please." I'll feel embarrassed about this tomorrow morning.

"Are you begging?" he taunts.

He pauses for a while, smiling deviously from his position in between my legs, watching my face. Then he builds it like he knows it. Slow, delicate dangerous strokes sear up to fast licks and scrapes, circling and circling and circling until my pussy burns and my legs close by themselves. He yanks them apart, two fingers finding their way into me as he coaxes me out. My back bows as I rocket launch into nothing, screaming his name and the name of the lord until they become one.