smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ezra snickered. "Oh I'm pretty laidback about being done dirty," he said. Without too much smirking and thus too much innuendoing. "But it's appreciated all the same."

Or the touching was appreciated. One of those.

Kathy had enough ideas for various ways she could do him dirty that ratting him out for lying didn't need to be on the list.

"But you do kiss him," Sarah insisted. "I saw that!"

"Yes, yes, congrats on your sleuthing, Sarah Drew," Kathy told her. "We first kissed at a party about a year ago--"

"A party! You made out at a party?!"

"And I'd be inclined to tell you more if you hadn't just hidden in a friend's room like a creeper."

"Awww." Sarah was pouting now. "How about you, Ezra. Will you tell me more about what my sister gets up to around here?"

Ezra shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, no. It's in my best interest not to tattle on details, because I'd quite like for her to keep on getting up to things around here."

He was not sorry. All the getting up that got done was very close to his heart.

Well, some organ anyway.

"Augh, this is so unfair," Sarah pouted. "Nobody ever tells me anything."

"Cause we're trying to break you of your nosiness," Kathy told her. "Now scram. I actually do have to talk to Ezra for a minute, about more things that don't concern you."

Sarah brightened. "You mean--"

"Honestly, Sarah not every conversation needs to be about kissing. Quit being a weirdo and go grab your stuff from my room. It's almost time to head out."

"Whatever," Sarah said, flouncing out of Ezra's room. "Only you could make making out boring!"

"She just suggested some form of making out that involves me could ever be boring," Ezra noted, because he couldn't not. "I'm wounded."

"You are not allowed to chase her down and inform her all the ways she's vastly incorrect," Kathy told him, amused. "You'll just have to think of some way I can make up for her egregious insult and soothe your wounded...pride."

Ezra smirked at her. In a very much not-safe-for-sibling kind of way. He'd had to bottle that up for a moment, and now it was coming out.

"Well you could start by making sure the door gets locked. The key to a moment of soothing is making sure no one wanders in."

A good and responsible big sister would have demurred, pointed out Sarah was waiting and that she really didn't have the time to do anything that would require a locked door. But Kathy was getting awfully tired of being good and responsible, especially to protect her family's delicate sensibilities.

"Well, I would hate for someone to interrupt me making proper amends," she said, going over to his door to do just that. "I think you'll find me very eager to make this right."

And it didn't mean Ezra intended to do things that would take long! He was safeguarding against any possibility that her sister would decide to barge in again.

"And what do you have in mind to offer?"

He already had an idea of what he wanted to do right now. He just liked making her talk to him.

"Well, you did mention something about me riding you to climax earlier," Kathy said, running a finger along her lower lip. "Though I'm going to need a bit of attention if that's the route we're thinking of. Of course, there's nothing like having me go down on my knees and beg for forgiveness, if we're going a more traditional route." That finger slid into her mouth for a moment. "Though, since you're the injured party, it's entirely your call."

"I think I'm going to combine half of that with what I was already thinking of," Ezra decided, pushing himself up to sitting. Time to be a little more alert and active. "Lay down, darling."

"Oooh, do I get any hints about what you have in mind?" Kathy asked, doing as he said and laying down on his bed. "You know I love listening to you talk to me."

"Wouldn't you rather I get to it?" he asked with a smirk as he turned towards her and got on his knees. "We don't have too long, you know." He went to gently bend her legs, feet against the bed, as he shifted between them. "Your sister's waiting."

His hands slid to undo her pants.

"I could sit here and detail my plans for you ––" His fingers curled around the waitbands of her jeans and her underwear, and he smirked up at her while he urged her to push her hips up just a bit. "–– about how I plan to make you dripping wet in short order, then make you ride me hard and fast, maybe backwards so I can watch your ass as you're bouncing..."

He pulled her pants and underwear down. But, just past her knees. That was enough room for him to raise her legs for a moment, and duck down past said clothing items to get his head between her thighs, with her legs over his shoulders. They could get the jeans and the panties off from around her ankles later. They were safe against his back for now, along with her feet.

He smirked up.

"But wouldn't you rather experience it first-hand?"

He curved his hands along her thighs to part her further. Then gave her a long, slow lick.

Sure, Kathy could have given him a long explanation about how words were the easiest way to start getting her wet. Or she could have gone much simpler, with just a Yes! to his question about getting to experience it instead.

What she ended up doing was eschewing words entirely, sliding her hands into his hair and gasping out his name as his tongue found her. She flexed her hips towards him, urging him closer.

Ezra knew both of those things, anyway. He figured he'd done just enough with his words to get her started, though, and could do the rest through his actions.

And he wasn't about to object to getting closer, oh no. In fact, being as close as he could was instrumental for letting him tease at pushing his tongue further into her. In, then up over and between her folds, up to run a teasing circle around but not over her clit before his tongue traveled down again.

Only to do the trip again.

Several times. Enthusiastically.

It was true; after all, Kathy was hardly subtle about the things that turned her on. Especially now that Ezra had spent the better part of a year helping her discover some of what those were.

He had her damp before his tongue finished its first circuit, wet by the third, and moaning by the fourth. One of her hands detached itself from his hair to shove her shirt and bra up out of the way so she could play with her nipples that were crying out for attention.

It was also somewhere around the fourth go-round that Ezra reached down his own body to undo his pants. And unceremoniously shove his hand down them because he intended to be swift here.

Tasting her under his tongue was doing a whole lot to help with that, of course. And the glance up to see her playing with her nipples because yes, that was what he liked to see. For that, she was getting a few direct licks over her clit.

And the joy of a moan muffled against her as he stroked himself a little harshly a few times.

That was one of the best things about Ezra; he was constantly rewarding her for doing things that felt good by doing things that felt even better. Her hips bucked when he finally paid attention to her clit and her breath came in a harsh gasp.

"Don't suppose we have time for you to enjoy my mouth, is there?" she asked.

Even if she hadn't found herself loving the act of sucking sock, the memory of how mad she'd driven him with her mouth alone would have prompted the offer.

Ezra wanted to give that some thought. Which obviously meant he had to thoughtfully suck on her clit for a second as he did.

"... Well, maybe for a minute," he decided, when his lips released her. His breath was still hitting her sensitive, wet skin. "But right after that, it's on to riding with you, young lady."

And that moment of contemplation was enough to make Kathy forget how to word for a second or two. "Yes, sir," she whimpered when her verbal faculties returned, not at all helped by the way he was breathing on her. "I'm going to ride you right into the mattress."

"Mm-hmmm." That was smug and he wasn't even sorry. He gave her a kiss over where he'd just been sucking, before ducking out from between her legs. He even went ahead and yanked the jeans and panties all the way off. He was ever so helpful like that. "I'd expect nothing less."

He was also kicking his own pants most of the way off, while he was at it.

Ezra was poetry in motion. Very dirty poetry, to be sure, but that only added to the appeal. As soon as he was done removing his pants, Kathy pounced on him, mouth open and eager to accommodate his length. She gave a teasing lick around the head, looking up to make sure Ezra was watching, and then swallowed him down, slowly enough he could watch every inch disappear between her lips.

"Oh, that's the stuff," Ezra sighed, though it turned into a hiss at the end. And yes, he was watching raptly. And reaching down to run a few fingers through her hair.

He was pretty hard, but he could still get harder. And he had no doubt he would in very short order.

She took him all the way in, then drew back just as slowly, giving the tip another lazy swirl of her tongue before pulling away completely. "If you don't hold back, neither will I," she promised, doing the same trick he'd done to her, staying close enough so he could feel her breath on wet, sensitive skin. "Move if you need to."

There was nothing slow about the next time she took him into her mouth.

"A minute," Ezra reiterated as his fingers curled a little tighter in her hair. The words were half a growl for obvious reasons.

He also lifted his hips. Because he wanted to.

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