The sound of scraping and shattering glass startled me from my sleep, disoriented I sit up waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When did I get in bed? I feel around for my phone in the bed, fingers brushing across it I pick it up and look at the time. It was three in the morning, the sound of bumping around and quiet voices sent a shiver down my spine. Phone in hand I throw the covers off me and make my way to the door, opening it slightly I peek my head out.
"Get it together man." An unfamiliar voice says.
"I didn't realize you couldn't handle your alcohol Dagliesh, out here getting white girl wasted." Another person says.
I released a breath I was unware I was holding. Opening the door wider I make my way down the steps.
"Hello?" The two men who held up an obviously drunk Ezra looked over to me.
"Damn Dagliesh you came out tonight trying to get your dick wet when you had a cute lil thing at home."
"You've been holding out on us."
"Wha- he asks drunkenly
"Incorrect." We both respond.
"Do you all need some help or nah?" anything for them to stop thinking I was having sex with Ezra. I mean I wanted too but it was obviously never going to happen.
"We need to get him to his bedroom with you here we might be able to do that."
"Since this dumbass act like he can't lift his legs."
"Watch your language in front of the lady Silas, excuse my idiot friend." I offer a small smile my face still on fire from earlier comments.
"Yeah sure let's do it."
It takes us a dick year to get him up the stairs and into his bedroom with me moving his legs for him. I toss the covers back on his bed as they bring him over. I don't even think he is coherent anymore.
"You don't think that maybe we should take him to a hospital?" I question both men who are still holding him up. I'm sitting in the center of is his bed staring at his head lolling back and forth.
"He'll be okay, if he throws up just make sure he doesn't choke on it." The one called Silas says
"I guess if you're sure that is fine." They lay him on the bed I take his shoes off and throw them on the floor before the could contaminate the bed anymore.
"Well okay I guess I'll play nurse. Um were you both going to stay as well?"
"We're okay we can drive home."
"Are you sure drinking, and driving is not smart?" I question fixing a glare onto the nameless man.
"Aww look at that Adrian, she doesn't even know us and she's trying to make sure we are okay. Ezra is damn lucky. Where's my cute little wifey?" Silas asks dramatically pouting hip lips.
"We are not a thing. He's letting me stay here until I can move into my apartment on Friday, because my parental unit is a fucking tool." I say trying to clear the air about this whole situation.
" what I'm hearing is you're single and you are in need of a daddy?" Silas inquires raising a brow at me mischief sparkling behind his green eyes.
Unable to fire back a quick witty retort, my whole body is aflame, and I choke on my own saliva trying to find the right words. Luckily Adrian steps comes in for the rescue saving me from further embarrassment.
"That is very thoughtful of you sweetheart. I can assure you that we are fine. Ezra will be okay he will just suffer from a massive hangover when he wakes. Come Silas lets go."
"Well nice meeting you both."
I stared down at his unmoving body a little upset that they left me alone to take care of him.
"Hey Ezra, I'm just going to roll you on your side so I can get you out of these jeans?" doubtful that he heard a word I said, he couldn't call me a pervert because I clarified what I was doing; and you heard me as well.
I struggled to turn him on his side, he was just dead weight. He better not die on me or I'm going to fuck those assholes up. I finally got him on his side, my fingers hesitating at the button of his jeans. "I am not a pervert." I whisper to myself as I undo the button and slide his zipper down. The noise slices through the silence halting me, I look at Ezra's face making sure he hasn't started coming too. Still passed out I finish unzipping his pants. Gently I roll him back onto his stomach and move down toward his feet. Gripping both pant legs, I pull... noting happens. I try again with the same results. He was going to have to wake up. I crawled back up to the top of the bed hands on his shoulders I shook him slightly.
"Ezra." I shook him once more. "Come on Ezra wake up please just for a minute." He stirred slightly. "Ezra, I need you to take off your pants and then you can go back to sleep.
"Baby girl just go to sleep." He mumbles reaching out blindly snaking his arm around my waist pulling me down next to him. I stiffen and relax next to him, lazily he runs his hand up and down my thigh and grips the soft plumpness of my behind. I press my body closer to his leaving no space between us.
"Ezra." I exhale his name out on a shaky breath. He wasn't fully awake, and I should not be condoning this, but I've wanted him to touch me this way for the longest time.
"Say my name again." He demands in a low growl.
"Ezra." I whisper his name like a prayer to the universe.
He sits up and I follow suit, he stares at me eyes unfocused. "You would be more comfortable if you took off your pants." As soon as he was comfortable, I was going to plop myself in a chair next to his bed. This could not continue; I was taking advantage of his drunken state.
He looks himself up and down and then back at me, standing up on unsteady legs he removes his shirt first and then his pants. I keep eye contact with him not daring to look down. I patted the bed signaling for him to lay back down. He mistook that motion for something else entirely.
Ezra
This had to be a dream Camilla was not sitting in my bed telling me to take off my clothes. Yeah it was definitely the alcohol making me envision her. I didn't want to be woken from this dream. I remove my clothes, her eyes staying focused on mine. I smile at her innocence; she pats the bed.
"You're so beautiful." Her eyes widen at my statement. I close the gap between us before she can respond and press my lips against hers. Her lips move against my own frenzied and inexperienced. I smile against her lips, taking her face in my hands I pull away kissing all over her face. A whimper slips past her plump lips as I assault the flesh of her neck.
"Ezra, st-st-st-stop." She stutters placing her hands against my chest attempting to push me away.
"Why, when I've waited so long to have you beneath me?" I grab both hands and hold them above her head.
"This would be taking advantage of you." She squirms beneath me, her hips brushing against my hardening member. I kiss her once more stilling her movements. Breaking the kiss, she turns her head away from me, it does nothing to stop the barrage of kisses I leave on her neck and across her collarbone. She pants and purrs beneath me.
"Ezra stop." The plea leaves her mouth in the from of a moan.
"You can't take advantage of the willing baby girl and I am more than willing, besides are you sure you want me to stop?"
I thrust my hips up against her, a string of cuss words escapes her. Never knew my princess had such a filthy mouth. "You feel how hard you make me? You sure you don't want my dick buried deep inside you, touching parts of you that even you were unaware of?" I question watching her body tremor. She was going to crack, she had to. If I couldn't have her in real life, my dreams would have to do. I thrust against her once more releasing her hands, I cup her breast, rubbing the pads of my thumbs against her hardening nipples. She stares up at me eyes unfocused, leaning forward I take one of her stiff peaks between my teeth and pull. She whimpers and arches up, I run my hand up and down her side before slipping my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. I'd barely even done anything, and she was already soaked. Parting her folds, I slide a finger into her tight cunt, her body trembling at the new feeling.
"Is this all for me?" I ask releasing her nipple from my mouth. Eyes shut tight she writhes in pleasure. "Has another man touched you?" I knew the answer to this question, but I wanted to here her say it. I wanted to hear her say that I was the first and the last. "Its rude to ignore people when they are talking to you. Open your eyes and answer my questions." Her eyes open on a gasp as I insert another digit into her wetness.
"Fuck, Ezra it's all for you!"
"What about my other question?"
"You're, you're the first." Adverting her gaze, she pulls her lip between her teeth suddenly shy at what she had revealed. It was too late to be shy when I was knuckle deep in her.
"I'm the first and the last baby doll."