Ok, so I just want to thank everyone who's been reading, and voting and commenting on my story, you dont know how much I appreciate it. I also want to say that i had a really crappy day today, so I apologize now if it shows in my writing. Hopefully, though, you guys all like it.
This is the first time I wrote a piece like this, and when you read it you'll see what I mean, so comment and tell me if its awkward or anything like that.
Chapter 8
"You might want to avert your eyes, sweetcheeks, before the gloriousness that is my body blinds you." Ezra smirked.
Normally I would have blushed at that, but I was too preoccupied with being annoyed by how much of an ass Ezra is to register his comment as embarrassing. I sighed, yup, this marriage is definitely not going to work, because I don't think I will ever be able to get him to shut up. Hmm, I wonder how he would feel about bondage?
"Well if you weren't prancing around the house in girly panties I wouldn't be staring. I mean, I'm used to seeing my friend Ryan in his tighty-whities, but he's gay and I thought you were straight. Wait! You don't swing both ways do you, because I'm not into guys who double dip?" I asked, trying my best to act appalled while trying to keep myself from laughing at the horrified expression on his face.
"For your information, this is a regulation U.S Olympic speedo, not 'girly panties', and I am most definitely straight, and I only swing one way, one way!!" He almost yelled at the end.
I was slightly taken back by how riled up he got at my comment, but it didn't last long, since I soon realized that I just found his sore spot. So Mr. Perfect Body and Perfect Face and Perfect Everything is insecure about his sexuality, or at least about how others may perceive his sexuality. I guess thats understandable, considering the guy looks like a Greek god, I'm sure gay men hit on him a lot, and honestly, I don't blame them. Seeing as he is so fit and, though it pains me to say, absolutely friggin gorgeous, I'm sure there have been those that have accused him of being gay, either out of wishful thinking or hating over their inadequacy compared to him. Hmm.... Oh well, not my problem.
"Jeez, calm down. I didn't realize your sexuality was such a sore spot for you. But I want you to know, if you ever need anyone to talk to about it, I'm here, and as your future wife, I promise to at least pretend like I actually care." I sarcastically replied before rolling my eyes at his annoyed figure. I yawned, remembering that I was on my way to take a nap.
I turned to look for a hallway that might have the spare bedrooms but before I could take three steps I was grabbed by my arm, spun around and shoved up against the wall. I was dizzy for thirty seconds before my vision cleared and I could see straight, not that I needed to look to know who was currently pinning me to the wall by my shoulders. I mean, Ezra was the only other person in the room, and I did just challenge his sexuality. Crap, me and my big mouth, he better not punch me or anything.
He didn't punch me, not yet at least. He just stood there, six inches away from my body, staring into my eyes. I'm not exactly sure why, but this whole encounter made me blush, probably from my extreme inexperience when it comes to contact with guys. Ezra grinned slightly at my blush, probably realizing why as well. Great, something else for him to be cocky about, like there's not enough already. I was about to open my mouth and say something smart and sarcastic but before I could, Ezra leaned his body into mine, closing the space between us. I froze, what the hell is he doing?
Ezra moved his right knee in between my legs at the same time that he pushed his waist into mine, allowing him to release the death grip he had on my shoulders while still managing to pin me up against the wall. I looked up at Ezra, he was still grinning at me, a devilish gleam in his eyes. 'Stop him, Stop him right now!' my brain shouted at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice only slightly quivering, from fear of course, not for any other reason.
"You questioned my manhood, and so now I'm going to answer you. I'm going to show you which way I swing. Right here, right now." He whispered in my ear. I gulped, now completely panicking.
"Um, its ok, I believe you now, you proved your point. Your straight, no doubt about it." I nodded nervously at him. He just chuckled and shook his head, smiling triumphantly at me.
"Oh no you don't, sweetcheeks, you challenged me to the game, so now we're going to play. Besides, you look like the type that likes to play, I mean, look at what your wearing." I looked down at myself, I was still wearing my pajamas from last night, I was too lazy to change this morning. My pajama bottoms were long, covering all of my legs and had Stewie from Family Guy on them. That seemed normal enough to me. I looked at my shirt, and then understood what he meant. I was wearing a white Bon Jovi concert t-shirt that said 'Slippery When Wet' on it. Normally it wouldn't be see through, but since I wasn't wearing a bra you could see the outline of my nipples, which were currently stiff. I blushed then, realizing that I had walked through Ezra's house dressed like this, in front of his parents, and their man-servants.
Ezra quickly interrupted my thoughts, however, when he pressed his chest into mine and brought his mouth to my throat, dragging the tip of his tongue up my neck before reaching my jawline. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from hyperventilating. His mouth formed a pout and began to move upwards towards my ear, his full lips lightly dragging across my cheek the whole way. The whole breathing thing wasn't really working so great for me, so I just decided to stop and held my breath. He tugged lightly on my ear with his lips, gently nibbling, before whispering to me, "You know, you blush a lot for someone who talks so confidently about sex. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are freaking out right about now. I'm beginning to think that you might still be a virgin."
I wanted to say something, I really did, its just I forgot how. I wanted to push Ezra off of me, yell some snarky comment at him, then run away and hide under my bed. But my body wouldn't let me, it held me there, frozen under his body and mute.
"Aww, does the cat got your tongue? Hmm, well lets see if I can't find it." Before I could register what he said, Ezra ducked his head down to mine, closing the space between our faces, engulfing my lips with his own. I was shocked to say the least, and completely pissed at myself, because at that moment, all I could think of was how bad of a kisser I am and why I hadn't practiced more on my pillow for moments like this. Not that I could have seen this coming.
He greedily sucked on my bottom lip and, against my will, I let out the breath that I was holding in as I gasped. He quickly released my bottom lip and delved his tongue inside my now open mouth. I couldn't help thinking that I have kissed boys before, but none of those kisses were ever like this. Ezra began to move his tongue around mine in a circular motion, sparking tingles all over my body. No boy's kiss has ever given me tingles.
Ezra began to move his tongue with more fervor as his lips moved roughly against my own. He seemed almost frustrated that he hadn't elicited a response from me yet, seeing as I wasn't quite kissing him back. Not that I didn't want to, because believe me, no matter how much of an ass I thought he was, there was no denying I was attracted to him physically. I was just too preoccupied in thinking to remember to kiss back.
'What could it hurt?' I thought to myself. I began to move my tongue with his, copying the circular motion his was making. I internally gasped, was I really doing this? Just then, Ezra reached his arms above my head and grabbed onto the shelf above us, his biceps flexing with the tension in which he grasped the shelf, using it as an anchor to thrust his body into mine harder, shoving me higher up the wall so that we were now face to face. He was slowly grinding his body in a rhythmic motion into mine, and I felt him stiffen beneath me. Oh. My. God. I really am doing this, aren't I. His grinding began to speed up and suddenly I felt like my pajamas were way too thin. The water that was on his body from his swim had absorbed into my clothes making them cling to my body. It felt like we were both naked. His hands came off the shelf and made there way to my waist, sliding under my shirt. His fingers slowly crawled up my stomach, drawing intricate patterns that sent sparks shooting through every nerve ending in my body. Though I tried to repress it, I couldn't help but gently moan at his touch.
He was about an inch away from my breasts when I gasped. 'I can't do this' I thought. I pulled my lips away from his and he immediately pushed his body away from mine, allowing me to slide down the wall until I was standing again. I looked down at the ground and saw splinters of wood littering the floor. I looked up to Ezra, my eyes wide. What had we just done? How did I let this happen? Ezra just stood there, still slightly panting and staring at me with an unreadable look in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, "I told you I wasn't gay", then turned on his heal and walked away. I just stared after him. When I heard a door slam shut, I turned around and bolted to the front door, out of the guest house, and straight through the back doors of the beach house. I didn't stop running until I got to the room Ariel had designated as my parents bedroom this morning. I opened the door, and thankfully it was empty. I walked to the bed and got in under the covers. I don't care if I'm too old to sleep with my parents anymore, there is no way I'm going back into the guest house. It might be the first time since I was seven, and I may regret this in the future, but right now all I want is my mommy!