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He's not thinking straight. Hell, he hasn't thought coherently since the minute he walked into that room and saw Billie for the first time. The second those green, fiery eyes glared up at him, Ezra was doomed. Right then and there, he should've known that Billie Fields would be the death of him.

Though their relationship was founded upon lust and anger, he can feel an unanticipated change in their interactions. Yet, Ezra still can't seem to place her or his own emotions when it comes to their relationship. All he knows is that he likes being around her more than he anticipated, and maybe she likes it too.

He can't even say that it's just the sex he enjoys either. Though that's clearly a bonus, seeing that smile and hearing her laugh is far more rewarding. That thought nearly sends him out of orbit. No one had made him feel like this since Madison, and now he couldn't get enough of the high Billie produced. It's like he's addicted to those eyes, and those lips, and the way she smells, and the way she feels. Her presence is utterly intoxicating.

So, he doesn't hesitate when she asks him to lock the door. In fact, he nearly trips over his own feet in an attempt to get there. The quicker he secures their privacy, the sooner he gets to hear those sounds of pleasure.

Truthfully, Ezra didn't care about their little wager or the recording. He's far more concerned with the notion that she's as desperate to please him as he's been to please her since the beginning. His fingers grip at the back of the collar of his tee before he pulls it over his head as he makes his way to the soundboard.

"You sure this is okay?" He questions, glancing over at the femme who's already stepping out of her dress. His eyes trail over the lace adorning her physique, and it nearly makes him weak.

"Sounds like you're afraid to lose," she challenges, and Ezra can't help the devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I win either way," he reminds before beginning the audio recording hooked up to his laptop.

"Someone's a little cocky," she hums in a sensual tone.

"I am," he assures with an aloof shrug as he kicks off his shoes and heads in her direction, "I'll even let you have the first move."

"Wow," she feigns a tone of appreciation, "I'm honored."

Still, she leans forward, dainty fingers gripping at his belt buckle to pull him closer towards her. She's quick to pull off the belt, hands working at pulling down his jeans and leaving him only in his boxers. "Sit down," she commands, fingertips pressing into his tattooed chest to direct him towards the velvet cushions.

"Yes, ma'am," he grins, taking a seat almost immediately. His mind is flooding with dopamine in apprehension of the pleasure he's about to feel. Nothing besides drugs brought him this close to ecstasy. His brows slightly furrow as she moves to reach in her bag. "What are you getting?"

"A condom," she replies before shaking the wrapper in his direction. "You gonna put it on yourself or do you want me to do it?"

"That's new," he points out, realizing the two times they'd been together were both unprotected. He never slept with anyone without a condom, and he couldn't believe it had slipped his mind not once, but twice, with her.

"Yeah, and it's non negotiable," she asserts, "Especially if this will be happening regularly between us."

"I'm not complaining," he assures with a chuckle, "Put it on me, please."

He tugs down his boxers before she moves to straddle his lap. Billie leaves enough space between them for her to do what he's asked. She removes the condom from the wrapper and begins sliding it down him at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Ezra presses his eyes shut in an attempt to steady his breathing, bursts of pleasure exploding in his mind. A low groan remains caught his throat, lips pressed shut to keep his composure. "What's wrong?" She teases, "Not even thirty seconds in, and I'm about to win."

"Oh, c'mon," he laughs, "Give me a little more credit. I can last much longer than that."

"Prove it," she mumbles against his ear while her hand begins slowly pumping him. She's positioning herself in such a way that her breasts are right in line with his vision and they're nearly falling out of her skimpy bra.

"Fuck, Billie," he groans, "You're not playing fair."

"You can take control, if you don't like it," she suggests, hand pulling away from him completely. Instead, now she's rubbing herself against him. The friction of the lace nearly puts him in a position of losing the game immediately.Β 

To save face, he changes their positioning to have her laying against the cushions. "Enough teasing," he rasps, body hovering over hers. Suddenly that devilish smile of hers is replaced by something else. She's now looking at him with a kind of anticipation that makes him eager to please.

Ezra ducks his head down to the lacy material of her panties, teeth hooking around the material near her hip as he begins to pull it towards her feet. "Now you're not playing β€”" she begins but is unable to finish as Ezra runs his tongue along her without warning.

God, he hasn't tasted someone as sweet as Billie before. He could spend hours buried between her thighs, lapping her up like water. Those moans that he evoked were just the cherry on top.

Her whimpers are barely audible at first, but that only encourages him to increase his pace. Now, he's sucking and swirling around her sensitive bud until she's outwardly moaning. It's clear she's trying to conceal her enjoyment, fingertips gripping at the roots of his locks roughly with every spasm of pleasure.

He can tell she's getting close, and usually he'd stop right here to bury himself inside her. But something switches in Ezra, and suddenly he's not all too concerned about his pleasure or winning this game. Instead, he just wants her to reach her climax. Over and over again.

"Ezra," she pants out, "Please."

"You're gonna come like this," he insists, fingertips rubbing over her to replace his tongue for the meantime. "And then you're going to come again when I'm inside you."

"I-I β€”" she stutters, clearly incoherent from the pace of his fingers.

"That's right, baby," he praises, "I'll make you feel so good that you won't remember anything but my name."

"Ezra," she moans out, legs shaking as he continues to rub her.

"Say it again," he coaxes, "Just like that."

She moans his name again before a long strand of euphoric noises slip past her lips. He can't help himself, fingers still working at her frantically as his eyes remain fixated on the way her lips part and how her hands grip at the velvet fabric of the couch.

Her eyes flutter open, and it's his cue to slow his movements. He finally wills himself to pull his fingers away, before combing through his locks to catch his own breath. As he looks back at the femme, she's moving to position herself on the couch in such a way that nearly causes his stomach to twist.

"What are you doing?" He questions, and the femme cranes her neck to look over him as she rests on her hands and knees beside him on the couch.

"What do you mean?" She questions, "We're not done."

"I know that," he assures, "but why are you bent over?"

"We haven't done it this way yet," she points out, and Billie arches her back in such a way that makes his mouth go dry.

"Lay down," he replies gently.

"You don't want to?" Her tone borders disappointment, as if she expects him to jump at the idea of fucking her from behind.

"No," he shakes his head, "I don't."

"It'll feel good though," she points out, and Ezra fears he's about to ruin this moment entirely.

"Do you want me to fuck you like that?" He questions, and the femme nods. He can barely keep his thoughts from drifting towards a place he'd rather not enter. He had slept with dozens of girls, but with only two he had done so face to face.

Now, the only person he wanted to see didn't want him to look at her. How could he explain to her that her request carried so much weight and irony? Simple answer: he couldn't. Not with their audio being recorded.

"I know you'll like it," she purrs, "Use me." Ezra can feel his stomach knot, and he attempts to swallow past the lump in his throat. His hands hesitantly reach for her hips as he positions himself behind her.

He presses his eyes shut, almost in fear of what he'll see or think of next. As he slowly pushes inside her, he makes no attempt to conceal his pleasure. A long groan slips out his lips. She feels unending, each inch feeling like a mile. "You okay?" He breathes.

"Fuck me," she begs, and it's assurance enough that they're both aching for pleasure. His hands remain glued to her hips while he slowly begins to thrust in and out of her. He's waiting to see something, or rather someone else, but nothing comes. All he can think about is Billie.

His eyes flutter open, and he's met with her ass bouncing against him. Her breathy moans only set him further over the edge, and his grip and pace become rougher. "You like that?" He coaxes.

"Baby," she moans, "Faster."

The sound of that name is signal enough that he's using the right pace. She had never called him that before, and now he'd do just about anything to hear it again. He quickens his movements, flesh slapping together with each thrust. Ezra is practically seeing stars, their moans filling the studio. Thank god this room is soundproof.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grits out.

"I'm close," she gasps, "Right there."

Now, he's gripping the side of the sofa to keep himself steady. Still, the thought of her coming without looking into his eyes is driving him crazy, and Ezra thinks of something he hasn't before while inside her.

Did she let Monte see her come? When was the last time they were together? Why didn't she want him like that?

Ezra nearly pulls out of Billie entirely, which causes her to audibly gasp. "I was right there," she groans, annoyance laced in her tone.

"Turn around," he demands before pulling out entirely.

Without another word, she moves to lay on her back while leaning her head against the arm of the couch. "You ruined my orgasm over a position change?"

"I don't want to use you," he clarifies, before reaching to spread her thighs apart, "and I don't want to fuck you like that."

"Why not?" She protests while allowing him to rest her calves on each side of his shoulders.

"I like seeing you come. Makes me feel good knowing you feel good," he replies matter of factly, "Now, unhook your bra." She readjusts to remove the garment allowing the two to be entirely naked. God, he could spend hours looking at her like this.

"What are you waiting for?" She questions impatiently, and Ezra wastes no time pushing inside her once more.

They are quick to find a pleasurable pace, each thrust deeper than the last with her legs resting on his shoulders. Her blonde tresses are sprawled out on the arm of the sofa, breasts bouncing as he pushes in and out of her.

Still, Ezra can't escape the jealousy raging inside him. All he can think about is her being with someone else. Of course, he isn't concerned about her enjoying the sex more, as she made it abundantly clear that he was an unmatched lover. Instead, Ezra is far more concerned with the notion of her liking Monte more than him.

"Hey," she breathes out in between thrusts, "Where'd you go?"

How could she like him when Ezra didn't even like himself?

"I'm right here," he assures, hand thumbing her calve before he presses his lips against her knee. Yet, his assurance doesn't seem all too convincing.

"What are you thinking about?" She insists, and it nearly trips up his rhythm.

"Mostly baseball," he jests, "and golf ... anything to last longer."

"Thought you wanted to see me come," she reminds, voice more constrained as he quickens his pace.

"Come for me then," he replies, tone softer than before. He angles his thrusts in such a way that she squirms with pleasure. Her moans become bunched together, no end or beginning to her sounds of pleasure.

Billie begins to tighten and pulsate around him, causing Ezra to reach his climax nearly seconds after she lets out her final gasp of ecstasy. He grips at her hips, angling her in such a way that he can rapidly trust into her before he reaches his own. However, this time her eyes remain caught in his for the entirety of their shared orgasm. "Fuck, Billie," he groans.

Both of them remain frozen while they finally ebb, chests rapidly rising and falling in an attempt to catch their breath. He refuses to pull out, just like how her legs remain resting on his shoulders. Their gaze never breaks, and it's like they're both seeing something new.

"Who do you think won?" She questions, breaking the silence, and Ezra takes it as a cue that he should detangle himself from her.

"Seems evenly matched." He reaches for his boxers and heads towards his laptop to shut off the recording. He then moves to the trash can located in the corner of the room. As he disposes of the condom and slips on his boxers, Ezra attempts to regain his composure.

"We could call it a tie," she suggests, and Ezra finally turns to meet her gaze.

"I told you, I win either way," he grins, trying to see the bright side of his predicament. He always wanted what he couldn't have.

"Then, what do you want to do with it?" She questions with furrowed brows.

"Whatever you want." Usually, he'd jump at the idea of listening to her moans again, but he's unable to quell his jealousy and mixed emotions regarding the whole ordeal.Β 

"You don't want to listen to it?" She questions, tone clearly masking disappointment.

"I never said that," he assures with a chuckle, "I'm still trying to recover from what we just did."

"Thought you had more stamina than that," she challenges while slipping on her clothes. He mirrors her movements, reaching for his clothing.

"You underestimate what you do to me," he shrugs after pulling up his jeans and tugging on his tee, "We can just delete it." Truthfully, he doesn't want her to read too deeply into his words when listening to it. The last thing he wants is to look like a fool.Β 

"You don't want it?" Now, she clearly sounds offended by his suggestion.Β 

"I don't need it," he assures, eyes flickering to her, "I've got something better."

"And what's that?" she scoffs, fingers combing through her messy locks.

"You," he clarifies, "the audio doesn't feel half as good as the real thing. Doesn't mean you can't keep it, though." Hell, if she wants it, then maybe that's a sign that she wants him more than she lets on.Β 

"I don't want it," she dismisses with a shrug, and Ezra's heart sinks.

"No?" He questions, somewhat confused on whether or not they've taken a wrong turn. Though he's disappointed, he's far more concerned with offending her.Β 

"I don't want that kind of power of you," she admits with a shake of her head.

"I trust you," he assures while she reaches for her purse, and he's almost surprised by her desire to leave so quickly. Of course, she's leaving, though. They fucked, and now she didn't need him anymore.Β 

"That's something just between you and me, Ezra. And I want to keep it that way." The words hit him like a sucker punch to the stomach. His hand instinctively reaches for the table to steady himself from nearly collapsing. She didn't want the audio because she wanted to protect her and him from outsiders or maybe even their future selves, not because she didn't want him.Β 

"Right," he breathes, "Well, thank you for that." The thought of someone not trying to exploit him for their advantage is somewhat foreign. No one had cared about him like that before. Without another thought, he moves to delete the audio file permanently. "Alright, all gone."

"Not all gone," she assures before meeting him at the soundboard. "We'll still remember it."

"I might need a reminder next stop," he replies with a devilish grin, to which she playfully shoves his chest.

"Goodbye, Ezra," she groans with a smile.

"Goodbye, Billie," he echoes, and she turns for the door.

"It's like grass," he blurts out, and Billie turns towards him once more with a puzzled look.

"What's like grass?"

"The color of your eyes," he muses, "Except not the grass they use for lawns. It's the kind that grows wild and long, and it moves like water in the wind." Now, she's looking at him with that same look she had given when they were in her apartment. It's almost as if she's contemplating if he could be more to her. "It's kind of funny," he continues, "because your last name is Fields."

"I see why you're the songwriter," she remarks, hand reaching blindly for the door before she moves to exit, "Now, get to work on those melodies, and take out the trash."Β 

"Yes, ma'am," he hums with a nod, and Ezra is left alone once more. However, the solitude no longer feels like a curse. In fact, he doesn't mind one bit being left alone with his thoughts because he knows Billie will be in every single one of them.

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