5. EZRA: TRYING SOMETHING NEW

“I asked you to tell Dev that I want—”
“I forgot,” Obsidian growled.
“Forgot?” Vanya yelled. “How could you forget something so important?”
“You don’t need to wear clothes.”
There were a few minutes of silence and then a frustrated scream from Vanya that was followed by a door slamming shut.
I chuckled, enjoying the fact that Vanya was pissed at Obsidian for once. Only yesterday she was yelling at me because I forgot to lower the toilet seat again.
Something about Vanya was different.
My smile faded when my mind trailed to yesterday when I found her crying in the bathroom. She would be smiling and joking about one minute and in the next she would be a crying mess.
At least her appetite was back. The more she ate the more weight she gained and pretty soon she would be back to her old weight. I honestly wouldn’t mind her picking up a few pounds extra, but I’ll keep that thought to myself.
Human females as I came to learn were very sensitive when it came to their weight and the way they looked. I swear, sometimes humans could be so confusing.
“Ezra!”
My eyes snapped to the doorway. “Yes, sugarplum?”
“Don’t.” Vanya’s eyes narrowed at me. “I need you to take me to my apartment.”
“Did Devrim say that it’s okay?”
“I didn’t ask him,” she muttered, glancing away. “Why wouldn’t it be okay? It’s been nearly three and a half weeks and Joy hasn’t returned. We’ve had no problems at all. I don’t see the problem and I’m sick and tired of having to wear the same clothes.” Vanya gave the shirt she wore a tug. “The material’s worn through from all the washing.”
Throwing the book aside, I jumped up and hurried over to her when I saw the tears filling her eyes.
“Please don’t cry,” I begged. “Of course we can go.”
“Now?” she asked, blinking up at me.
I nodded. “Yes. Just let me get dress.”
Vanya smiled at me, her tears forgotten. “Okay.”
Grabbing the back of my neck, she pulled me down and kissed me. It didn’t last nearly as long as I wanted too, but there would be time for it later.
My eyes dropped to her ass as she walked out of my room. I really didn’t see anything wrong with the pants she was wearing.
Smirking, I spun around and headed to the closet to get dressed in clothes that were acceptable to humans. There was one thing I completely agreed with and that was that we could all walk around naked.
Vanya met me halfway down the hall, still smiling.
“Can we take the truck Devrim drove when he came to get me?” she asked.
“I don’t know how to drive,” I admitted with some embarrassment.
“I do.”
I still hesitated. Devrim and Obsidian were going to kill me if they found out that we went to town without them. “Vanya—”
“It’ll be a quick trip,” she interrupted me. “We’re only going to my apartment. I’m sure that we’ll be back before they noticed we left.”
I highly doubt it, but I didn’t voice that thought out loud. Instead, I gave Vanya a nod and told her to wait for me at the front door while I went to Devrim’s office to write him a note so they wouldn’t panic.
My brows dipped into a frown. Why do I have a feeling that this trip is a bad idea?

***

Vanya had turned up the music as we drove down the highway leading into town.
The song was unfamiliar to me but based on the way she was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel and bobbing her head in time with the beat, it was one she knew well.
Thinking about songs made my mind trail back to the time she danced for me—the time where we had sex for the first time. It was a bad idea because my body reacted to the images flashing through my mind.
My brows dipped into a frown as my eyes dropped to the obvious dent in my pants. I wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing that Vanya’s sense of smell wasn’t as good as ours, or whether it was a bad thing.
A bad thing, I decided a second later as my body’s need increased and she showed no signs of noticing it.
It wasn’t the time to be thinking about sex. She had to concentrate on driving otherwise we might get into an accident and Vanya would get hurt again.
But I wouldn’t mind having my shaft inside her body again, or maybe her mouth.
Biting back a groan, I shifted in my seat slightly but it did nothing to lessen the pain of the zipper painfully digging into my erect shaft. I glanced at Vanya to make sure that she wasn’t paying any attention to me before I reached down to adjust my pants.
Of course Vanya had to glance at me at that moment.
I jerked my hand away which was a mistake. Her eyes dropped to my lap for a moment before she focused on the road again.
Reaching out, she turned the music down and smiled at me. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I growled.
“That”—she pointed a finger at my lap—“is not nothing.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The truck fell silent but it only lasted for a few seconds.
“Are you thinking about me?” she questioned.
Colour flooded my cheeks. “Y-yes.”
“Tell me.” Vanya glanced at me. “Please?”
“You’re driving,” I pointed out. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the road.”
“I can multi-task.” She smiled at me. “I want to know what you’re thinking about that gets you so hard.”
I turned my head to stare out the window as I tried to think of all the reason why I shouldn’t tell her what I had been thinking about, but I was curious to know what she would do if she knew what I had been thinking about.
“I want. . .I was thinking about how you danced for me as you undressed,” I licked my lips as I looked at her again, “and then I thought of what it felt like having my shaft inside your body and your mouth.”
Vanya swallowed loudly. “Did you like it when I took you into my mouth?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “If felt different than being inside you.”
She shifted in her seat. “Good different or bad different?”
“Good different.”
“Do you want me to do it again?” Our eyes locked for a moment before she looked back at the road. “It’s called a blowjob, by the way.”
I leaned forward slightly as I mentally repeated the word a few time. “I liked it,” I told her, “but I like being inside your body more. I like the way you grip my shaft and your heat and the way your wetness floods my shaft when you come.”
Vanya muttered a curse and squeezed her legs together.
I sucked in a breath and groaned when he scent filled my nostrils. A purr slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
“Stop the truck,” I hissed. “Let me out.”
“Why?”
I gripped my shaft with a shaky hand and squeezed hard, hoping that the pain would snap me out of my lust-filled daze.
“Vanya.”
“Why?” she repeated her question.
“Because I want you!” I yelled. “You smell so fucking good, sugarplum. Your scent is driving me crazy. I need you to let me out before I do something stupid that might get both of us killed.”
The truck jerked to the side before it came to a sudden stop. I reached for the door but before I could get it open, Vanya crawled onto my lap and pressed her lips to mine.
I reached up to slip a hand into her hair as I kissed her back. A shiver raced down my spine when her tongue touched mine.
Vanya pulled away and smiled at me. “Do you know what a quickie is?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Good.” His smile widened. “We’re going to have a quickie.”
She slid off my lap and onto her knees on the seat next to me. Reaching out, Vanya unbuttoned my pants and slid the zip down before she reached inside. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft.
“Vanya. . .” My head dropped back against the seat and my eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck.”
The tip of her tongue traced around the head of my shaft a few times before it dipped into the small hole where my shaft was leaking. When she pulled away my eyes snapped open.
“I love the way you taste,” she muttered, licking her lips.
“You taste good too.”
Vanya’s eyes locked with mine as she hooked her fingers into the band of her pants and pushed it down her legs.
I reached out to stop her from removing them. “I don’t want anybody to see you naked if they drive by.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip. “I was thinking of straddling you.”
“Pull your pants back up,” I ordered softly as I slid closer to her.
Disappointment flashed through her eyes.
“Now straddle me,” I said once she was done.
Vanya hesitated a second before she followed my order. The moment she was seated on my lap again, I kissed her. Her body instantly relaxed against mine as her lips parted.
It was hard to focus on anything other than her lips and hands on my body, but I managed long enough for my claws to slip from my fingertips. Reaching between her legs, I hooked a claw into the material of her pants and tore it down the seam.