He shouted against my lips, his grip bruising and his thrusts frantic, before driving into me ruthlessly. My thrumming channel spasmed against his cock as his cum shot in scalding pulses inside me, another shudder racking my frame at the intimate sensation. His glowing eyes were all I saw as I floated inside a physical cloud of erotic sensory. Our bodies trembled against each other in our pleasure, only gradually falling from our sated high.
Ezra’s body unclenched little by little, leaning heavily against mine as I went limp inside his hold. Foreheads still touching, he blinked lazily with a breathlessly muttered order, “We are not stopping this any time soon.”
“Agreed,” I barley breathed, my voice hoarse. I patted his back listlessly where my hands now rested over his shoulders. “We’re kind of good at this together.”
He snorted, and it sounded like half a rumble. “Kind of isn’t the correct definition.”
“Fine,” I muttered, my ankles uncrossing behind his back as he began to lower me to my feet. “Phenomenal. Incredible. Miraculous.” Wobbling on my feet, I was pleased to see he was in the same state as he pressed a bracing hand on the wall. “Is that better?”
“A little.” He arched his back, stretching, and I couldn’t help but watch his muscles play under his glistening mocha skin. He noticed, and a peaceful smile lifted his sated features, making him appear younger than he was. I lifted on tiptoe, and he bent at the waist, obliging me as I cupped his cheeks and softly brushed my lips against his, before I reached behind him for the shampoo. Holding it in front of his face, I muttered, “I’m hungry.” My stomach growled not so quietly, proving my claim. “Time to actually shower, then we can get something to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Strolling through the living quarters and the twisting hallways on our trek to the dining hall, Ezra and I glanced at each other. Everyone was watching us warily — or flat out staring — more than likely hoping for another sparring match like we had been having all week. Funny how I hadn’t noticed their glances through the actual week, but now that I was relaxed to the point of passing out as soon as my belly was full, I definitely took notice.
Ezra’s eyebrows furrowed. “I guess we were that bad.”
“Huh,” I mumbled absently, right before we walked into the dining hall. It was full of people eating lunch. Like a record scratching, the noise turned off, and everyone’s attention swung in our direction in a crashing wave across the room. We both halted inside the door at the instant attention. They stared. I blinked, then whispered, “Not that damn bad.”
“Apparently, we were,” Ezra mumbled quietly, heading for the line at the buffet.
I quickly followed, allowing my hair to fall across the side of my face, using it as a shield.
Conversation sluggishly went back into full swing when Ezra and I stood next to each other without coming to verbal blows, although everyone kept peeking covertly our way, as if they were just waiting for a detonation.
Ezra glanced at me as we loaded our plates, both of us starving. A small smile graced his generous mouth, a soft chuckle escaping with it. I snickered right along with him. It was kind of amusing. Hell, if you couldn’t find the humor in life’s quirks, life would be damn boring.
Scouting a table at the edge of the crowd, we sat next to each other, both of us placing our backs to the wall out of habit. Unperturbed, we began eating from our piled-high plates. Ezra had grabbed a few items I loved, and I had grabbed a few I knew he prized when his plate had been too full. We sat in companionable quiet, every once in a while taking an item off each other’s plate, enjoying our meal.
Noshing our goods, Ezra took a bite of something that was definitely questionable. His face instantly puckered, his nose crinkling. I laughed at his expression, and in retaliation he tossed a bit of it into my wide open mouth. My snickering abruptly cut off, my own face wrinkling as a definite taste of fish — and maybe cheese — wrapped my taste buds in revulsion. Then it was his turn to hoot while I held my nose, swallowing it down.
“Not funny,” I muttered, smacking my tongue on the top of my mouth.
“Here.” He handed my Coke to me, his chuckle rumbling deep.
After rapidly grabbing it, I started chugging the refreshing liquid, only belatedly realizing it was abnormally quiet around us. Glancing past the rim of my cup, I noticed almost everyone was staring, their jaws gaping. I almost choked on my drink, but I set it down delicately, still feeling mighty peaceful, no one’s staring going to ruin my mood. Turning my attention to Ezra, I wore a mischievous smile. “Maybe we should start a fake fight.”