The Dirty Saint (Dirty #1)

16. Chapter Sixteen

16

Chapter Sixteen

During

EZRA

It is so cold in this cell. I don’t think I ever realized just how cold it is.

And I am for sure losing my mind. Look, I don’t know how long I’ve been gone, but it’s been long enough and I’ve had it.

“Let me tell you,” I hiss. “When I get out of these chains, I am going to rip your head from your body and feed it to the wolves for their next fucking meal!”

“Good to know.”

“Yup,” I pop the P. “Better learn to square the fuck up.”

“Duly noted.”

I whip my head around to see Joey staring at me. My eyes light up at the mere sight of him.

Sweat is pouring off his forehead, dripping onto his tight, fitted t-shirt. Each outline of his muscles is on full display.

“What are you doing here,” I ask.

Joey grins. “What? A guy can’t show up to see the woman he cares about?”

I let my gaze travel to his bruised knuckles and split lip. “Nice try there,” I smile. “Now get over here. I need to take a look at that hand of yours.”

Joey fishes his hand back into his pocket. “I’m fine.”

“You really wanna argue with me,” I arch a brow. “I didn’t think so. Smart choice.”

“How did you manage to do such a thing,” I ask as I gently run my fingertips across his skin.

He shrugs.

“Ow—shit,” he winces. “That fucking hurts.”

“Oh, I’m sure it does. That’s what happens when you hit someone.”

Joey rolls his eyes.“Thanks, Rocky.”

I shoot him a look before pressing my finger against the cut forming on his mouth.

“So what happened—”

“It’s nothing, Ezra,” he cuts me off. “I told you that I was fine. There’s no need to—”

“No need to what? Worry? You think you’re the only one allowed to be worried?”

“Ezra—”

I remove his hand from my lap and place it on my beating heart. I hold it there, refusing to let go.

“You feel that? That’s concern,” I say. “You came in here with fighter hands, and I want to know why. And don’t you dare ‘pretty girl’ me.”

I grab my water bottle, waiting for Joey to say something before quickly unscrewing the cap and softly pouring the cold water onto his hand.

“What are you doing,” he asks.

“I’m making sure your wounds don’t get infected.”

“You don’t have to do that, Ezra.”

I send him a glare.

“Did I ask? Now, hold still. I have to work on that fat lip of yours.”

I tilt Joey’s chin up. I then tear off a piece of my shirt with my hands, placing the small fabric against the cut on his lip. He lets out a small grunt, and I apologize.

“What’s the diagnosis, Doc,” he asks, smiling.

“I am seeing common symptoms associated with,” I dab at Joey’s wound, careful not to cause him any more pain, “Alpha male disorder.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s quite dangerous, actually. You should really consider getting help.”

“Well,” Joey perks up, pulling my hips toward him. “What do you have in mind?”

“Mr. Odeh, are you trying to get me in trouble,” I feign. “You know doctors can’t have relationships with their patients.”

Joey nips at my ear. “Some rules are meant to be broken.”

“Wait, before we go further, I need—”

“Ezra,” Joey interrupts me, his face still buried in the crook of my neck. “What I am picturing doing to you is borderline criminal so, I am going to say this once and then never again: I participated in an underground fight. That’s where the bruises and other cuts came from.”

I cock my head to the side.

“You really are a fucking moron, you know that right?”

He ignores my comment. “You happy now though?”

I think about it for a moment.

“Partially.”

“I’ll take it,” Joey pulls me closer so that our bodies become one. “Because, God, I can’t wait to taste you again.”

During

JOEY

“Now, why don’t we get these off?”

“No.”

“No?”

“You heard me. Why don’t we keep them on this time?”

Oh.

“You sure?”

Ezra nods, chewing on her lower lip.

“I thought you liked control,” I whisper, my tongue dancing along her breast. She tilts her head back, puffing her chest out so that I can further serenade her with my touch.

“Sometimes it’s nice to let someone else take the reins.”

That it is.

I unzip Ezra’s pants, pulling them down as quickly as I can. I need to feel her, need to remember what it is like to have her taste trickle down into the back of my throat. Her body has been the only thing on my mind, and I am impatiently waiting for her skin to come back into contact with mine.

“You surprise me in all the right ways, pretty girl.”

I grab the side of Ezra’s face, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. When our tongues find their way to each other, they wrap their arms around one another, dancing and twirling. It is like they are made for each other.

“I can’t just throw everything…oh, my god…out at…ohhh…once.”

I smile, knowing that I am the man who is giving her so much pleasure when so many others have fucked it up.

“You like that, pretty girl?”

“Very, very much.”

I pull Ezra’s panties down, taking in the sight of the wetness that is pooling out of her thighs and dripping onto the thin, black fabric.

“You admiring your work,” she grins, spreading her legs out as far as they could go.

God, this girl is something special.

I growl hungrily before burying my face in between Ezra’s strong, muscular thighs. I nip gently at her clit, being mindful not to bite down too hard.

“How about this,” I ask, kissing her opening.

“Oh my god,” she moans.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Once Ezra opens her eyes, I can see a ferocity in them that I only see when she is in her cell fighting for her life.

But now, she isn’t trying to survive; she is simply engaged in deep, profound pleasure.

“What’s on your mind, Ezra?” I finger her slick, wet opening. When I remove my pointer and middle from her pussy, I place them in my mouth, sucking and swallowing her sweet and sexy taste.

“I want you to do your worst to me,” she answers.

A wide simper spreads across my lips.

I yank my cargo pants from my body, revealing my tight boxers. I then pull them off as well, my hardened cock on full display. It is screaming in anticipation, and I am aching to give it what it wants.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Ezra, that you will never even dream of another man ever being inside of you again.”

I twist her around so her eyes can face the back wall. I grip her hips with my hands, tracing the curve of her spine with my fingers. I send a trail of kisses down the base of her neck to her tailbone, breathing in the warm sensation radiating from her skin.

“You will ache for me when I am not with you. I will pleasure you in all the ways that the previous men you’ve been with never could.”

I adjust my body, resting the tip of my erection against Ezra’s ass cheek.

“You deserve to feel true pleasure, pretty girl. You don’t realize how happy it makes me knowing that I am the man your body will succumb to.”

I pull Ezra towards me, getting ready to bury my shaft into her tight, round, muscular ass. I am practically dripping all over her already, but I don’t mind. Just the thought of my cum on Ezra…

“My favorite word to ever roll off your tongue is my name,” I say, pushing myself into her. “It just sounds so sweet and sexy coming from you.”

I grip Ezra’s hips even harder, careful not to plunge myself too deeply all at once, to savor this moment. It has barely begun, but I know I don’t want it to end.

“Every part of you is so fascinating,” I whisper. “Even the parts that you struggle to come to terms with.” I kiss Ezra’s neck, with my dick pulsing inside of her. She lets out a loud moan and a smile forms on my lips.

I am getting ready for the final push, the one set to put both me and Ezra over the edge. I have never been good with control, and this is no different from any other situation I have experienced before.

“You’re mine, Ezra. All mine.”

A rough thrust escapes my body.

“Joey,” Ezra screams, her figure falling slightly forward.

“You feel so good,” I breathe.

“Keep…Going…Don’t…Stop,” she mumbles.

I go in and out of the Soldier, feeling her body react to me in all the most perfect of ways. For such a strong and stubborn woman, she certainly doesn’t fare well with my touch.

But that only increases my undying infatuation with her.

“I love the way you surrender to me, Ezra.”

Ezra leans into my chest, her body rubbing up against mine, sending a spark of electricity rummaging through my veins. I never want to imagine what life would be like if I no longer can feel the weight of her presence.

It is almost unfathomable.

“I’m almost there, Joey. It’s happening,” Ezra mutters, her hands placed on the wall for balance.

“Good girl.”

I let out another plunge, deeper than ever before, and soon, both of us are screaming in pleasure.

“Fuck, Ezra,” I say, feeling myself drip inside of her.

“Oh, god,” she says, tilting her head back, finally succumbing to the power of my cock.

“You are so fucking amazing. Don’t ever change.”

I kiss her ass cheek and then remove myself from her. I quickly grab my boxers, ready to wipe the liquid that is seemingly all over me.

“Wait,” Ezra interrupts.

“Something wrong, pretty girl?”

“Don’t clean yourself up yet.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You got something in mind?”

She nods, pointing to the ground.

“If you got a chance to taste me, then why shouldn’t I get the same?”

Taking the key from me, Ezra twists and turns it until the chains pop open. When all the restraints have been taken off, she changes her level, getting down low so that my body is only a few feet from her.

“You have a dirty, dirty mind, Ezra.” I take her nipple in between my fingers, pressing on it.

“Oh, you have no idea what kind of thoughts I have.”

“Care to show them to me?”

“Patience, Odeh. You’ll get what you want. But I get what I want first.”

Ezra places her mouth against the base of my inner thigh, the wetness that she caused dripping onto her lips. Her tongue swipes at my tip, and she then plants a kiss on my shaft before licking the salty cum from my legs.

“You like it,” I lean back on his elbows.

“Of course I do. I’m the reason for it, after all.”

When she is finished, she wipes the excess liquid from her lips, smiling.

“Who knew control could taste so sweet?”