In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted Book 2) (49 page)

“You’re needling the beast, kitten.”

Alexis’ lashes fluttered, and she whispered weakly, “I only want to feed him, E.”

I leaped from my seat, took her at the waist and tossed her onto the sofa. I ignored her surprise gasp when she landed. Dropping to my knees, I pushed her legs in the air and into the back of the couch before running my tongue the full length of her pussy. My tongue lashed wildly, my mouth sucking every trail of frosting it could detect. Alexis’ moans intensified when I landed on her clit swiping it with the tip. I pulled the swollen nub into my mouth and pulled until her legs tensed and jerked against my shoulders.

“
Oh
!” she cried over and over, holding my head to her vibrating pelvis.

I only stopped when she pushed me away. I waited on my knees until her eyes appeared. Slowly she shifted upright with spread thighs and pulled me into her face, consuming me with her seductive tongue. Her small hands undressed me. She pushed me to stand without removing her mouth until she fell to her knees to unfasten my pants. When her warm mouth inhaled my throbbing cock, my neck fell backwards. I had to catch it before I injured myself. She cupped my balls and squeezed and my knees buckled at her aggression. My kitten sucked me with dedicated fervor. 

My stomach fluttered, balls jutted.

“Oh, baby,” I sucked in air. “Not in your mouth.”

Alexis pulled back, releasing me. Her lips were swollen, her chin soaked.

“Please,” she purred intoxicated. “I wanna see it.”

“My next one, kitten. This one I want inside you…with you,” I instructed softly.

With parted lips, she nodded obediently and my dick leaped against her face. I pulled her up to straddle me and walked over to the bed to deposit her antsy body, clawing me restlessly.

I kicked off my remaining clothes and shoes before dropping to the mattress and tossing her legs over. I entered her from the side with one forceful impale. She screeched into the ambers of the fireplace. The throbbing squeeze of her pussy thrilled me. I pumped rough, grabbing the meat of her hip and thigh to anchor my relentless plunges. I pounded into her relishing the smacking of our flesh, the slurping sounds of her quivering sex sucking me in.

I tossed her left leg over my shoulder, grabbed her at the neck as I intensified my drives, I gave her a rapid swipe of my tongue over her lips.

“Come for me now, kitten!” I thundered over her whimpers.

And within seconds an uproarious cry broke from her lips. Her eyes glistened with pooled tears as the strong walls of her valley contracted against me, hurling me into my own release. 

“Christ, Alexis!” bellowed from some feral place inside as I shot my hot seeds into her hungry cavern that swallowed me.

My back arched and body tensed as I released pieces of me blasting into the only receptacle I desired. The one I craved. The one I owned. Alexis’ body was made for me. I felt this down to my tingled toes as I collapsed behind her onto the mattress, unable to utter a word for a spell of time.

I chuckled into the dark around our connected bodies, enveloping us. My shoulders were light, tendons loosened with the heat of her frame burrowed into me. I could smell and,
still
, taste the musk from her sensual treasure on my lips, mustache and beard.

“What’s so funny?” she murmured with humor in her tenor.

I didn’t know how to answer that. My mood was jovial and how I arrived here should be self-explanatory. But it wasn’t. I’d been under unbearable stress in the ministry and not to mention the awful dream I had two nights ago that involved Alexis. I had been praying for revelation of that dream, but to no avail. I considered reaching out to an old dream interpreter, my grandfather’s assistance pastor during his reign as pastor at
RSfALC
. Elder Peterson could breathe life into just about any dream or vision. A small part of me was afraid of what I’d learn if I pressed too hard. Especially when I considered what was lying underneath me.

I gripped her at the small of her back, my implausibly greedy eyes scanning her bare frame. Everything about her stirred each cell in my body. I prided myself on not being surprised by people, but my kitten defied that tonight with those seductive dance moves.
I got a lap dance from my wife
. Of course my mind raced with where she’d learned those moves—the way she arched her back and touched her toes.
My god!
I chuckled again thinking about Nyree’s warning a couple of weeks ago. Again, no surprises for me. Alexis’ past worked in my favor tonight…and hers.
That’s how God works
. There was never a day I hadn’t presented thanks to Him for her.              

“No. I’ve taken care of you for at least another hour.” Her shunning broke my reverie. More laughter broke from my lips. “Oh, my god! You’re laughing. I must’ve done one hell of a job,” she declared weakly, afraid of being wrong.

“Mouth, kitten,” came out just as weak. As I tried to temper my bubbling humor I licked my lips. That innocuous act stiffened me below. “It’s hard to explain. I thought today would be any ordinary day—albeit a stressful ordinary day, but it turned out to be anything but.” I palmed her rear cheek with crucial possessiveness. Alexis sucked in air in response. “Maybe you should quit your job and come out on the road with me from now on,” I offered, partially kidding.

“Doesn’t work like that in the real world, sir. Life isn’t always customized for your preferences no matter how simple you perceive your wishes to be,” she whispered, tracing figure eights into my chest with the soft pad of her index finger.

My face wrinkled. “That’s mighty philosophical. Care to expound, kitten?”

“You want hot sex on the road; Thaddeus wants a wife to return home to from the road with you, too. It sounds simple, but life’s not that way.”

That topic could have been like ice water doused on my amenable mood in any other instance. However, Alexis managed to disarm me tonight, so I took it in stride.

“This again,” I replied wryly.

“They can have this. You have it. Dwayne and Lucy have it,” she referred to our ravishing copulation. “And it would be the icing on the cake. They already have the other piece to it—the real deal.”

That
plucked at a nerve.

Alexis’ voice went from timid to dreamy at the mention of that ‘other real deal piece.’

I snorted, unable to help the bite in my words. “You’re not regressing are you, kitten.” I teased sinisterly. “We’ve already agreed that those ancient mystical emotions people claim to feel for each other are just a man-made fantasy. It’s a manufactured sentiment that gained popularity because of the benign theme of it.
Real
marriages take work and sacrifice. It takes good management and the establishment of roles and expectations. Nothing more, beloved. Don’t be dismayed.” I planted a kiss on her head to soften the blow.

She was being ridiculous, just when I thought she’d gained her way without training wheels.

She peered up at me with clouded pupils. Alexis was wounded.
But why?

“Thaddeus has a lot to learn about marriage before I can take him seriously. His views are impossible, flesh-driven, and skewed.”

“You’re humanly flawed, too,” she whispered into the dark.

“How so, beloved?”

“You have a dangerous obsession.”

“And what is that?”

“This...”

Without the benefit of light, I knew she was referring to our eccentric expression of copulation. I wouldn’t argue that my taste for intercourse was peculiar and offensive to some. I wouldn’t change it if I could. What alarmed me most was my obsession with her. Her scent, taste, trepidation, fear, and touch. It all consumed me. I could easily have Alexis without all the accoutrements of the sandbox and be equally satiated.

I shifted on the mattress to my knees and lifted her in my arms. I moved to plant my feet on the mahogany wooden floor. “Of that, you have no idea.” I kissed her forehead as she cradled in my arms. I could feel the tension in her body, something I was growing accustomed to with her recent mood changes. Alexis was struggling with something, battling internally. It was something I’d been avoiding for months and certainly didn’t want to unearth it now during a major conference. It was enough that I’d allowed her to entice me into breaking my fast. “But now, I want to wash my birthday cake from you, including your hair.”

Alexis groaned, unpleased. “Not my hair!”

“As you’ve overstated tonight, kitten, it’s my birthday. I can call on special allowances.”

“Remind me to never use that line again when I want you to break fasting.”

I chuckled all the way to the shower where we spent the next three hours cleaning ourselves, washing her hair, and cleaning Alexis again from my soiling.

We spent two days in Arizona. The conference was nothing short of epic. Thousands of young people were saved, scores of healings and deliverances had taken place. The workshop I’d presented was attended by over three hundred people. It was organized and effective. Afterward, I stayed behind for a few hours to speak to those who had waited to personally greet me. As a pastor, you grow accustomed to the after party. What surprised me was Alexis staying behind, shadowing Thaddeus and our two security guards. She didn’t speak for the most part, but her eyes stayed glued on me, my hands, every word I spoke, and gesture I made.

The last night I spoke at the conference she remained quiet in our suite. She didn’t attempt sex, which relieved and concerned me. I wanted Alexis to always crave me as I did her. Strangely, she spent a lot of time in the bathroom before we headed out to the coliseum. Her extended time in there didn’t call for my inquisition as she didn’t hold me up. We left out on schedule. From the time I took the stage to the moment I dismounted, the event had been magical. I lost myself inside the power of the Holy Spirit, once again having my words spoken for me and my body moved by His might. It went by in a blur, but at one point I recalled seeing everyone in sight, out of their seats with their arms stretched out and mouths moving with praise. Alexis was in the front row, standing just the same with tears streaming from her eyes with her arms wrapped around her frame. I’d recognized the visual, but didn’t have the faculty to process it.

The one thing I was able to perceive as I ended my closing prayer and walked to the wings of the stage with people praising and dancing all over the place was how during the orchestration of prayer, fasting, and unity my team and I endured the weeks coming up to that time on stage had revealed God’s power. He’d poured out gifts of healing and deliverance, yanking down strongholds that had held people captive for years. The place was so high with praise the atmosphere had shifted to what I suppose heaven must look and sound like.

Moving through the crowds of speakers and stage handlers back stage, I couldn’t address the shouts, whistles, and greetings of affirmation of my sermon. I was still caught up, beginning to transition to my normal state. Thaddeus coordinated our movements so that I was encapsulated in the center and virtually untouchable until we reached my private room where I could pray with my men. It was ritual and especially needed after experiencing a maelstrom of emotions and spirits while laying hands and preaching. I catch it all when I’m on the pulpit. When I came up from prayer, I saw Alexis in the corner, pensive with wide eyes yet still silent.     

We had dinner at a restaurant, away from the conference crowd. While finishing up my food, I decided to power my cellular phone back on. Alexis was with me, so I could be casual with cutting off the world. When my messages loaded the most alarming one was from Precious. She asked that I call her right away about a viral email that had gone to all of
RSfALC
business wing. Absolutely depleted, I decided to deal with that issue later on, en route home.

We left Arizona that night after dinner. Once we were all settled in on the plane, most sleeping and understandably so, I decided to check my email. Alexis sat across from me, her mouth parted, softly snoring. She’d endured a rigorous few days as well. It forced me to decide that I’d have to actually present her with something appropriate for Valentine’s Day. This had been work for her. So, yeah, I guess I could pretend to be amongst the millions of deceived people who observed this worthless man-made annual tradition. Alexis made me do that; make difficult concessions.

I powered on my Mac and went straight to my
RSfALC
email inbox, possibilities for the holiday, which was this Sunday, played quietly in the back of my mind. The emails were excessive, over fifty in all. I’d just checked it this morning after my meditation. What struck me was most of them had Alexis’ name in the subject line.

When Alexis Carmichael Used to be Alexis Grier… Things About Your Pastor’s Wife You Should Know.

She worded it with the right amount of pungency. I clicked on the earliest dated one. It was from an anonymous email address, seemingly a dummy account using random numbers, letters and characters in the address. There were several attachments included. The body of the email was a short message.

See the attached for details on the stripper who was gang raped in back of the club. Did you know your pastor’s wife was a stripper? Now you do!