He reached between us and unbuttoned my pants, keeping his blue eyes fixed to mine. I bit my bottom lip when he slipped his hand beneath my boxers and took hold of my cock. “That’s quite the challenge. It’s a big mansion.”
“Guess we better get moving then,” I said, before breaking off into a soft moan as he stroked me. “I have to be at work by one thirty.”
He glanced at the clock and smirked. “That gives us two hours. I’m positive I can make you scream my name by then.”
“Now who’s being vulgar?”
He slammed his mouth to mine to shut me up. No more words were said as he discarded my pants and fingered my ass, getting me nice and ready for him. He left me just long enough to flash to his room and grab the lube, and then he was back on top of me, kissing down my stomach and driving me crazy with his hands.
I then tugged down his pants, leaving the rest of him fully clothed as he eased into me. It was always a small shock to the senses at first when his cold skin met mine, but like all the times before, my warmth somehow seeped into him. He was still cool to the touch, but no longer icy.
Zeke nibbled my shoulder as he pumped into me.
I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my face into his silky hair. When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t see the same Zeke as before. And we weren’t in the parlor. His hair was tied back at his nape, and his shirt was unbuttoned as he hovered over me. He took me rough as we lay in the hay.
Another vision.
“Make me yours,” I said, digging my fingertips into his sides. “I need to feel you in every fiber of my being.”
“Then feel this.” Ezekiel canted his hips and thrust into me harder. “Feel what you do to me.”
“Harder,” I begged, staring up at him through hooded lids. The darkness obscured most of him, but we couldn’t make love in the daytime. Someone would find us.
He pinned my arms above my head and took me hard and fast. My eyes rolled back as pleasure worked its way down my spine.
And then… bliss. Ecstasy.
“Ezekiel!” I cried out, as he shot me to the stars.
He clamped his hand over my mouth and groaned in my ear as he joined me there.
“Carter?”
I blinked, and the stable faded away. I was staring up at the Zeke I knew. He had stopped moving and seemed concerned.
“Are you well?” he asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s as though you went somewhere else for a moment. It’s not like you to be so quiet during sex.”
“I…” I tried to make sense of what I’d just seen. After a vision, it took me a moment to adjust to real life again. “I’m okay. Let’s keep going.”
“It seems you’ve already finished,” he pointed out, dropping his gaze to the cum on my stomach.
I remembered the orgasm from the vision. Talk about the ultimate wet dream.
“But you haven’t,” I said, pulling him back down to me. I kissed him hard on the mouth before swirling my tongue against his.
Zeke was hesitant at first, and then he thrust forward slowly. Then again, but a little harder. It didn’t take long for him to reach that edge. I tore from his mouth with a gasp, giving my burning lungs the air they sought as he started to quake.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand.
His body flickered as he grunted and dropped his head to my chest. I stroked his hair as he rode the waves of orgasm. Afterward, we cleaned up and straightened our clothes.
I couldn’t get the vision out of my head. Who was the boy he’d been screwing? It was me in the vision, but who had it truly been?
“Will you tell me what happened?” Zeke asked, adjusting the collar on his shirt. “What were you thinking that made you so distant?”
I had never told Zeke about the visions. I wouldn’t even know how.
“Nothing,” I lied. “I think I’m just tired.”
He nodded, and it made me feel guilty that he believed me so easily. Or maybe he was just a good actor.
“Did you ever wear your hair back?” I asked, gliding my hand along the soft strands.
He turned to me with his eyebrow raised. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “No reason. Just thought you’d look hot that