Ezra’s pov,
The room was dim and curtains were half way drawn, the city lights bled through the windows like a guilty secret and I didn't bother looking at the clock. After Lauren stepped out, I knew I had to leave also. Time had stopped for days now and all that mattered was the warmth I felt pressed against my lips, the distraction I had barely chosen but the voices in my head were finally quiet.
I leaned back against the head board, my fingers tightened in the sheets as the lips traced over my skin– “Damn–” I sighed. It was slow and deliberate. I exhaled and closed my eyes.
Then my phone lit up– I opened up to check the caller and it was Lauren.
I didn't bother reaching for it, instead, I allowed the screen to dim. And now, the tongue was all over my d**k.
“f**k–” I exhaled.
A sec
