The Dirty Saint (Dirty #1)

13. Chapter Thirteen

13

Chapter Thirteen

During

EZRA

I crash my lips onto Joey’s, savoring the softness and taste.

Pulling away, he says, “You stole my move.”

I grin.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“So. Many. Things. But, first, let’s get these off.”

I laugh as he slides the shackles from my wrists and feet, undoing the restraints that have kept me caged like an animal.

“I’m surprised you’re giving me full reign. I would have thought you would have at least kept the wrist restraints.”

“I could’ve,” he slides my pants off. “But then I wouldn’t get to feel your whole body ride my cock like the good girl you are.”

Joey then picks me up, placing me in the middle of the cell floor.

“If I saw you against the wall one more time, picturing my men with their hands on you, I was going to go absolutely feral. Now uncross those pretty legs of yours for me.”

“No.”

“No?”

I bring my arms over my head, keeping my upper area completely bare and without protection.

“You don’t get to have all the control. Not in this relationship.”

“So we’re in a relationship now?” Joey draws a line down the center of my breasts.

“In the past, you may have gotten off by telling the girl what to do. Or say. Or how to act. But not me. I’m not lying when I say that I will make you sit and watch as I touch myself and not give you a taste of the aftermath. I make no apologies for the way that I am.”

“You are going to be the death of me, Ezra,” Joey says hungrily. He tears the dirty shirt off my body. “It’s time for this to go.”

I agree.

“You like what you see?”

“Very much so.”

“Good,” I say. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Joey kisses me passionately, his lips setting my body on fire. He then kisses my collarbone, unhooking my bra with the tips of his fingers.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, taking one of my nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. “But I think it’s time you finally uncross those sexy legs of yours so that way I can lick your sweet pussy clean.”

I grind my hips into him. “What’s in it for me?”

Joey arches a brow.

“Well,” I say. “From where I’m laying, you’re looking awfully covered up. Show me something.”

I watch closely as Joey lifts his shirt from his frame, revealing his muscular torso. A low v crawls down into the top of his manhood, and I can see the erection against his pants.

“My eyes are up here,” he smirks.

“Oh, I’m aware,” I say back. “But I already know what those look like.”

Joey grins.

“Tell me, Ezra, what do you desire?”

“I—”

“Because whatever it is that you want, we can do. Nothing is off limits.”

“And what if I don’t want to do anything?”

“I am not going to touch you if you don’t want to be touched. Nor am I going to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”

I pull Joey forward, kissing him with ravenous hunger and passion. He snakes his hands up and down my body, and I shift into his touch. He feels so good.

And it feels so right.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this.” He places my hand on the hook of his belt. “Care to do the honors?”

I unbuckle the belt, watching in amazement as Joey removes his pants, revealing his tight, cum-filled underwear.

“This is all because of you, pretty girl.”

I smile.

“It better be.”

I dig my nails into Joey’s back, fitting them into the cracks and crevices of his muscles.

I can’t remember a time that I have been intimate with a man who actually wanted me. Sure, there was Chris, but sex with us was always planned. Never spontaneous. Never spicy. Just sweet. Just two people going through the motions.

“Ezra, what’s on your mind right now?”

“Nothing,” I insist.

“Come on. That’s bullshit. What’s running through that head of yours?”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter

Joey brushes a finger across my cheek. “It does to me.”

I cup his face in my hand, sitting up so that I can deliver a sweet kiss to his jawline.

“Don’t worry about it. Just be here. In the moment. With me.”

He kisses my bare stomach.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl. I’m all yours.”

During

JOEY

Ezra looks at me as she finally uncrosses her legs, leaving her bare cunt on display. She is taunting me. Playing with me.

And I am loving every fucking second of it.

“I’ve been hungry for this since I met you.”

Ezra gazes up at me, widening her opening. “Should I be amused that you’ve been thinking about my vagina all this time?”

I smile and flick my tongue against her clit.

“You like that, pretty girl?”

“Yes…I…do.”

I grin, sucking her opening and letting my tongue wander all across her folds.

“You taste so good.”

Ezra closes her eyes, her body leaning into my touch. She tussles her hands in my hair, keeping me from lifting my head up.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes.

“Oh, pretty girl,” I say. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

I close my eyes, swallowing her taste.

“If you were an addiction, I’d be long gone at this point.”

I go in for more when Ezra stops me.

“You got to have your fun. And now I get to have mine.”

I pick my head up. “Should I be worried?”

Ezra drags a finger down my stomach, hovering just above my cock.

“Oh, of course. I don’t play fair.”

When I go to stand, Ezra grabs my wrist, places her foot on my hip, hooks her other foot around my ankle, and wraps the other ankle with her hand, pushing me down as she pulls herself forward.

“What the hell was that?”

Ezra places her hands down on the ground, giving her more balance as she rests on top of me. I grab onto her legs.

“It’s a move in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It’s called the three-point sweep. I learned it in the army.”

“Did you learn anything else in the army?”

“I learned how to kill, so if you were thinking of doing anything funny, I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”

I laugh.

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Well no one’s ever pegged me as a liar. Now, where were we?”

Ezra places both her hands on my chest, the warmth of her palms setting fire to my skin. She sends a trail of kisses down my neck, and I growl, the feeling of her lips so perfect and right.

God, how did I get so damn lucky?

“You are so fucking perfect,” I say, my hands up and down her body, taking every inch of her in.

“Keep talking,” she breathes into my mouth as her lips crash onto mine. “Flattery is real sexy.”

We spend the next few minutes kissing, grinding our bodies up against one another, getting lost in each other.

“I’m ready now,” Ezra says, once again beneath me.

I wrap a condom around my throbbing cock and smile as I see her taking in the image of my hardened shaft.

“This your definition of big?”

Ezra grins.

“Eh, I’ve seen bigger.”

“Doubt it,” I say, putting my hands on the side of her face, inching closer to her. “I thought you said you weren’t a liar.”

She sits up and kisses me. “I never said I don’t enjoy playing games.”

During

EZRA

I feel myself start to drip as the tip of Joey’s cock brushes against my opening.

“Oh my god.”

“That feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

So good.

“Is there a reason why your eyes are closed?”

Digging my nails into his back, I say, “I just want to capture the full feeling.”

“Ezra,” he demands. “I need you to open your eyes. Right now.”

I arch a brow, his tone both striking and sinfully sexy.

“Why?”

“Because,” he lets out, “when I fully bury myself in you, I want you to see just how happy I am.”

I let out a gasp when I feel Joey push his cock even farther into me. I haven’t felt pleasure like this in a long time. It nearly takes my breath away.

“Joey!” I scream, every part of me getting lost in it.

Joey tilts his head back, panting. “Damn, baby, you feel so good wrapped around my dick right now.”

With each thrust inside of me, I can feel Joey’s cum coat every inch of my cunt until not a single part of it is dry.

“Are you happy, Ezra?”

I nod. “Very.”

My kidnapper smirks.

“Good.”

Gripping my hips even harder, Joey slams his dick into my body as if it is the last thing he will ever get to do on this earth. The orgasm that tears through me ripples through my skin, nearly setting it on fire.

I’m breathless.

No man has ever left me that way. Ever.

Then again, I’ve never been fucked like this either.

The rest of the night, we lay in each other’s arms. Our bodies are intertwined, as are our hands, and I curl up against Joey, leaning my head against his chest. I listen to his breath, feeling the heaving underneath my cheek. Joey kisses the top of my head, tracing his fingers along my back.

“I used to think that you were a monster,” I say.

“I am a monster.”

I gaze up at Joey, cupping the side of his face with my hand.

“Not tonight, you weren’t.”

Joey rests his forehead on mine.

“I wish I could take back everything I’ve done to you,” he says, his voice twinged with shame.

“I know,” I whisper.

“You didn’t deserve it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly a saint myself.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Joey says. “I caused you physical harm, not to mention mental and emotional as well.”

“You think that I’ve never hurt someone?”

“No, not like me. I have tortured people, Ezra. That is not the same as you getting into a fistfight at a bar.”

I sit up, pulling my hair up into a ponytail.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”

“Ezra, what are you talking about?”

I bring my knees to my chest.

“You’re not the only one who’s done fucked up things. And you’re not the only one who carries around their guilt because they think they deserve it.”

“You’re nothing like me,” he winces.

I plant a sweet, tender kiss on his jawline.

“Joey, if you keep holding on to every bad thing that you have ever done, you are never going to give yourself a chance to live. You need to learn to forgive yourself.”

I feel Joey’s heartbeat underneath the tips of my fingers. He is shaking, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down his face and onto his chest.

“I shouldn’t have let myself do anything to you,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I took advantage of you.”

“Joey,” I sit up. “Where is this coming from?”

“You let your guard down, and I used that as my opening to get what I wanted.”

“Did you ever stop and think about what I wanted?”

Joey looks up at me, his eyes ridden with guilt.

“I let you have your way with me because I needed this as much as you did. So don’t you dare think for one second that I didn’t want this too.”

I wrap my hand around Joey’s, and I brush a tear from his cheek.

“I’ve never felt this way for anyone, Ezra. At least, not since I swore off relationships. I don’t know what I’m doing. I only know how to hurt people. But I don’t want to keep hurting you.”

Then don’t.

“Then don’t,” I say. “Look, there are plenty of people who have taken things from me without my permission, but tonight, I gave you what so many others wish they could have been given.”

I grip his hand.

“I don’t regret a single moment of what we just did. In fact, if I had to do it again, I would. Because this , this made me happy. And I can’t remember the last time I felt that way.”

A tear slides down my cheek, and Joey uses his finger to swipe it away.

“Ezra.”

I look at him. “I can’t have you thinking that I am unable to make decisions for myself. I am a grown woman. I know what I want. And tonight, I wanted you.”