I Know You Want Me

ELSA’S POV:

"You are not getting caught making out with Ezekiel?" I screamed internally, looking for a way out. There was definitely nowhere I could hide. The restroom was pretty enclosed for two people.

My eyes shot up in huge fear as I realized it was not just anyone coming to the restroom, but Rue.

My panic level rose to the highest degree, and I thought of several lies to tell if we eventually got caught.

"I'm doomed," I kept chattering. My plan hadn't matured yet to fail at this level.

"Be still," Ezekiel whispered, and he had his hand resting near my chest, calming my rapid breathing. Despite the worry in his eyes, his gaze held something I couldn't decipher. 

We waited, counting the seconds.

"Rue?" It was Chris's voice. A moment of relief washed over Ezekiel and me.

"Can you help me with something in the kitchen?" Chris requested. Something in the back of my mind said he knew about us in the restroom.

As soon as we heard their footsteps fading away, our racing hearts calmed down considerably.

"That was close," I declared, chuckling nervously. It wouldn't be easy hovering around Ezekiel. The odds were against me—his pack, his parents, and his girlfriend. Only one alibi: Chris

"Now, where were we?" Ezekiel said, grinning devilishly. His voice lowered, drawing his lips towards my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

Despite the sudden heat spreading through my entire body, I pushed him aside and tried to leave. "No where," I uttered defiantly, but he wouldn't let me go; rather, he grabbed me and had my butt settling on the sink.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He whispered, his eyes burning into me. His hands trailed upward, caressing my cheeks softly. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms at his soft touch.

I didn't understand what was happening. Yeah, I have been hitting on him since my arrival, and I know he's smoothed by me. I was undoubtedly a pretty face to go for. I just didn’t understand why I was reacting to him this way. 

Whenever I'm close to him, I just want to be in his embrace.

It's been like, how many days? 2 days?

"I know you want me. I want you too." He confessed, gazing intently at me. "Isn't it why you have been seducing me?"

I swallowed thickly as my eyes flicked upwards to his parted lips, and his arousal was evident in his tone.

"Maybe..." I started whispering the single word and licked my lips nervously before I continued. "Or perhaps I just want to know how your lips taste." I stated, a frown crossing my face.

Where was the fun in this game if he fell so easily in love with me?

"Okay." He let go of me, the absence of his warm embrace registering in my brain instantly. Without thinking, I let out. "I really want to kiss you again."

"Damn it? Where did that come from?" I was stunned beyond words.

My body and heart were clearly into something my head was not agreeing to.

"Just a kiss?" He asked, sounding so dissatisfied. 

"Um, it's not like that," I slurred, my mouth losing its functions.

"I know you want to kiss me again. I see the way you stare at me when no one is looking." I admitted, not a bit of shame on my face. 

I suddenly don't care if the whole thing is going so fast; so far, I would get my desired result.

Biting my bottom lips, I tagged his shirt and said, "Maybe you don't want to because I'm a maid. Yesterday might be a mistake, though."

He swiftly turned and grabbed my cheeks in his hands and had his mouth crash into mine, taking my breath away. He pressed me against the wall and had my hands hang above my head, his mouth still attacking my lips hungrily.

I had kissed a few men, but none got close to being this good. None even came remotely close.

This was heaven, and I felt lost in it. Ezekiel's lips tasted like coffee, and his tongue explored mine.

It took me some time, but I found myself kissing him back just as roughly. He groaned, and I smiled, feeling his hot skin touching mine. I loved the roughness and felt myself melt into the wall.

One of his hands found my p*ssy. Heaven, I didn't know how, but I was dripping wet already. Massaging through my pants, he found my entrance and slipped in a finger. A shot of electric waves hit me as I began grinding his finger shamelessly. 

"You like that?" He whispered against my ears, and before I could answer, his mouth had left my mouth and replaced his fingers in my p*ssy. 

The intensity increased almost tenfold, and I gasped loudly, unable to breathe or say anything at all. This wasn't supposed to happen, and now I want more. More than his mouth in my p*ssy

"Oh yeah? feels so good," I moaned as Ezekiel ate me up, his tongue licking and sucking me up.

My fingers grasped his hair tightly, my hips thrusting upwards uncontrollably, and I gasped again as my orgasm crashed down on me hard and heavy. My whole body shook and twitched as waves of pleasure hit me relentlessly. I cried out, my orgasm ending too early and leaving me panting heavily.

With my eyes closed tightly, I tried to steady myself until I finally regained my senses.

"Now it's my turn," he whispered, guiding my hands towards his hard bulge, the length of it surprisingly long.