When I woke up, the TV was still on and some girl was screaming at the camera. Mark and Aiden were both snoring over the roar of the television. I guess we all had a long night. The clock said it was only 2:00 AM, which was early for us. I gently moved Aiden's arm off me to stand up. I looked down and realized I was still in my uncomfortable concert outfit. I really wanted to change and figure out exactly where I was sleeping tonight.

I tried to shake Aiden awake first and he wouldn't budge. Mark had horrible hygiene and I didn't want to borrow anything from him. JD and Anna were both out because I did not want to go interrupt whatever they were doing up there.

I was out of options, well, except for one. I sighed and started up the stairs to find radio silence Ezra. When I got to the top of the steps, I could see his door was cracked open. I tapped lightly and got no response. I tried again a little harder and still nothing. I gathered my nerves and pushed the door open. Ezra's room was empty. I wondered where he was if he wasn't up here. I didn't remember if I saw his car outside when we got back. Maybe he left because he didn't want to see me.

I decided it would be better to ask him if I could borrow something rather than dig in his drawers without permission. If you asked me a few hours ago, I would have said he wouldn't mind letting me borrow something to wear. I didn't know where we stood now and I wasn't going to press my luck.

I walked past the bathroom and decided to go check myself in the mirror. My hair was falling from my puffs and I decided it was time to take them down for the night. They were too tight in some spots anyway. I pulled out the bobby pins and let my hair fall on my shoulders. The large waves Anna created still looked good. She swore up and down I would love them and it was worth the time. I used my fingers as a brush and removed some of the tangles. Anna was right about the hair. I will have to try to remember how she did it.

I turned the bathroom light off and gave up my Ezra search. I came back down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen when I saw the light was on. Maybe JD or Anna came back downstairs while I was in the bathroom. There was no one in the kitchen when I went in, but the basement door was cracked open. A soft, sweet melody rose up out of the basement. Ezra was here, after all. He was downstairs playing. I pulled the door open far enough to fit through and slowly pushed it closed until it latched.

I took the steps carefully, trying not to make any noise. It was tough to do in the boots. I wanted to listen to what he was playing a bit longer. The melody was beautiful and hung in the air enveloping all of my senses. He was really talented. I could hear him humming to the melody, trying to figure out how to place lyrics to it. I wondered how his voice sounded when he sang. His humming sent ripples down my body, which meant his voice would probably drown me.

When I reached the bottom, I saw Ezra standing with his acoustic guitar strapped to his bare chest. He couldn't see me from the angle I was at and he continued to play. His hard muscles moved with every chord change. His fingers expertly picked out the melody on the strings. I knew what those fingers could do and watching them drove me wild. It was impossible to take my eyes off him.

"Fuck" He cursed and strummed one loud chord in frustration. His dark hair fell into his eyes and he stopped playing long enough to move it back from his face.

He looked up with his hand still in his hair and noticed me watching him. His eyes were light when they met mine. His eyebrow rings reflected the light from the small lamp in the corner of the room. He removed the guitar and placed it on the stand next to him. He seemed surprised that I found him down here. My eyes traced his body, finding the tattoo on his chest and then the one that peeked out just above his shorts. The music notes taunted me, wanting me to come put my fingers on them. I bit my bottom lip and looked back up to his eyes.

"You shouldn't be down here. You should be upstairs with everyone else." He said. He swallowed hard as his eyes raked over my body.

"Everyone else is asleep or occupied." I whispered nervously. Being alone with him in the basement excited and terrified me at the same time. I ran my fingers along the lines of the cold concrete wall as I walked towards him. The air in the room felt electrified and all the cells in my body were vibrating, not sure how this conversation was going to go.

He watched my fingertips trace the wall and closed his eyes. 

"Riley, go back upstairs." He commanded.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in?" My words spilled out slowly and I continued to trace the uneven pattern on the concrete wall with my fingers until they found a small area that had a chunk taken out of it. I traced the small divot with my fingertips to try to keep myself grounded. My heart was beating out of my chest as I stopped a few feet away from where he was standing.

"Riley, this is a bad idea." He said, opening his eyes to look at me again.

"What's a bad idea?" I was slightly confused about why borrowing a shirt from him was a bad idea. I just wanted something to sleep in tonight. "Can I borrow a shirt to sleep in so I can take this corset off?" My hands pulled at the fabric and my eyes moved down my body. I looked up at him and saw his move down to my breasts, which were spilling out the top of the corset.

"Don't play dumb. I know what you're trying to do."

His reluctance to help me made more sense. He thought I came down here to ask to borrow a shirt so we would mess around again. That was the last thing I was thinking when I decided to try to find him. I just wanted to get more comfortable so I could go to sleep. He was so arrogant and I was annoyed.

"That's not why I came down here at all. I don't know what that was tonight at the concert, but it is not going to happen again." I defended myself.

"You're a bad liar, Riley." Ezra said, shaking his head at me.

"I'm not lying. Quit being an asshole for like two seconds. I just really want to take this stupid outfit off." I stuck my fingertip in the waistband of my skirt and pulled at it dramatically. The movement caused the skirt to shift lower down on my hips.

He swallowed hard as he watched my fingertips dip into the top of my skirt.

"Don't do that again." He growled at me. Ezra pulled at his cotton shorts. I could see the shorts tightening around him. Licking my lips, I looked up at him through my eyelashes.  There was no way I was going to walk away now.

"Will you please help me take this off?" I used my fingertip to pull the skirt even lower defiantly.

"Fuck it."

Ezra's hands were on my body before I even had time to react. His long legs closed the gap between us faster than I even knew was possible.

He pressed his mouth hard against mine and he parted my lips with his tongue. He pulled away just long enough to push me back against the wall. He moved his hand to my hair and pulled it so he could trace my collarbone with his mouth. He greedily nipped and sucked at the skin below my ear, determined to leave marks on me. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body ignited under his touch.

His hand moved under my skirt and he teased me over top of my panties. I wanted his skin to touch mine in the most desperate way. He pulled his finger and lips away from me, causing me to stick my lip out in a pout. He laughed and then leaned back in and grabbed my bottom lip with his teeth. He pulled away again and stared directly into my eyes. His were a haunted stormy blue laced with fire.

"This is the last time.  It can't happen again." I said, staring into his eyes.

Ezra nodded in silent agreement. One time only. Just one night.

He moved away from me and I whimpered. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to touch him. There was no air in the room if I wasn't touching him. I needed him on me so I could breathe again.

He went behind the drum set and pulled out a short stool and placed it next to me. I wasn't quite sure where he was going with this, but he had my curiosity piqued.

"Back up against the wall and place one boot on the stool."

"What?" I said confused. It sounded completely ridiculous.

"Just do it." He said, shaking his head at me.

I was unsure and nervous, but I followed his instructions. He came over to me and ran his hand along my inner thigh.

"Good girl." He said in a rugged voice. He leaned in and kissed my lips again lightly. He pulled away from my lips and knelt down in front of me. He leaned over to my raised thigh, pressing his mouth against it. He started near my knee and worked his way back until his lips were inches away from my panties.

He reached up and tugged at my fishnets to tear them away from me. He raised the edge of my skirt so he could see me.

"Give me your hand." Ezra whispered a breathless command from his lips. He reached up, grabbing my hand and placed it over my raised skirt.

"Hold your skirt up." I did exactly as I was told without hesitating, "That's it, you like being told what to do, don't you?"

I nodded my head and he gave me a devilish smile. He used his hand to trace his finger over my panties. My head fell back and I moaned his name. He moved my panties to the side and brought his fingers back to me. He slowly moved this thumb back over my clit in maddening circling motions. My knees were shaking from his touch. His fingers teased me before he gently pushed one inside of me. I felt like I was going to combust. His finger began gently moving in and out of me while his thumb moved back to circle over me.

"You feel so good." He moaned. I looked back down at him and he was staring at my face. I was flushed all over and spinning from his fingers.

He moved his head back to my inner thigh and slowly bit and sucked the skin, his mouth so close to me he was driving me crazy. My eyes were rolling back in my head again. I moved the hand that wasn't holding my skirt down to his hair and pulled hard. He moaned into my thigh. He took this as a sign and placed another finger into me. He moved his fingers in and out like he was playing a chord on his guitar. His thumb moved away from me and I whimpered.

I pulled his hair harder to move him to me, wanting him to give me more. He moved his mouth over, kissing me until his tongue was dancing and circling over me. I wanted to scream his name and moaned loudly as he quickened his pace on me. He moved his mouth away, smiling.

"You need to keep quiet Riley. We don't want to wake anyone up. Can you do that for me?"

"I'll be quiet, I promise."

"Tell me what you want." Ezra leaned his head in and nipped at me. I squealed when I felt him on me. He pulled his head back away when I didn't answer him. "I can't hear you, Riley."

"Please, Ezra." I begged for him.

"Please what?" he asked, smiling up at me.

I looked down at him with my wild green eyes. His were clear blue laced with fire.

"Please don't stop." I said embarrassed.

He sat there smiling and raised his eyebrow with the rings in it. He clearly wanted more from me. I wasn't much for dirty talk, but he brought something out of me that I didn't know was inside. I swallowed hard, ashamed of what I was about to say.

"Please put your tongue on me."

He smiled and began moving his fingers in and out of me again. He was torturing me. He bent his head back down, licking circles on my clit. He started sucking and nipping at me. I was swollen and dripping. I wasn't going to last much longer. His fingers quickened their pace as he moved his fingertips inside me, finding my spot. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My vision started to blur and my body was shaking.

"You taste so fucking good." He moaned between nipping and licking me.

I pulled his hair harder and he applied more pressure. I was so close. It was too much.

"Ezra." I moaned as I pushed his head back when I couldn't take it anymore.  I tried to squeeze my thighs together to gain my control back. I was fighting the overwhelming sensation that was spreading over every inch of my body.

"You're going to give me what I want." He said, pushing my hand away. "Spread your legs for me and fucking come on my tongue." He leaned back in desperate for more.

The world fell away and then I lost all control. I pulled his hair hard as my body shook from the pleasure. When I came back down from my high, he was watching me. I was slightly embarrassed and moved my head to the side to try to cover my face with my hair. A smile was on my lips. My cheeks were red and on fire.

He shifted to stand and in seconds, he held himself up with both of his arms on the wall. His body was still inches from mine. My leg was still up on the stool. I didn't even have time to move it. I looked down at the space between us and saw his hardness ripping at the seams of his shorts.

He looked down following my gaze and then back up at my eyes. I bit my lip in my nervous excitement. He laughed as he watched me stare down, unsure of what to do next.

"We can stop now if you don't want to do this." He said softly as he stroked my hair.

I reached up and pulled his lips back down to mine without another word. There was no way I wanted to stop now.

I placed my hands around his back and dug my nails into him. He moaned against my mouth. My hands moved around to the front of his hips, tracing the little indentations on his hip bones. He was so sexy. My fingers dipped into the top of his waistband and he pulled his mouth away from mine to stare into my eyes. I licked my lips and looked back down to where my hands were. My eyes went back to his face. I wanted to see how eager he was to have me touching him.

My hand plunged further into his pants and I gasped when I felt the hard, smooth skin. I ran my fingers up the length to his head and stopped frozen in place when I felt the metal ring at the tip. My eyes grew wide and I looked back up to Ezra's face.

Ezra looked back up into my eyes when my motion stopped. He pulled up the corner of his mouth when he saw my reaction.

"Oh." I was in shock. I couldn't get any words to come from my lips. He laughed again at me, his shoulders shaking. He shook his head at me in disbelief.

"I lifted your skirt over your ass in a bar and you are shy about my cock ring?"

"Oh, I just have never... um..."

"I'm just teasing you. I didn't know this was going to happen or I would have said something." He laughed again.

I relaxed a bit under his soft, playful gaze and smiled back at him. He moved one hand to my hair and tucked a lock behind my ear.                         

"You are so beautiful."  He ran his hand down between my breasts until he reached the bare skin just above my skirt.

A blush came to my cheeks. This was the second time he has called me beautiful. I was falling in deeper, I dove in the water headfirst to get to him and now I couldn't find my way back to the surface. I had to remind myself this was only going to happen one time.

Only once.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you hook up with."  I said, rolling my eyes, trying to find a way to pull myself back to reality. It had occurred to me that Ezra probably had a different girl every night.  I've already seen him with two different girls before and we hadn't known each other very long. I was just another one of those girls who swooned over this dark-haired boy. The only thing that made me any different was the fact he was friends with my brother.

"No, actually." He paused, thinking it over. It sounded like he had even surprised himself. "You're the only one I've ever said that to."

"You are too good."  I said, smiling back at him. "Do girls really fall for this?"  

"I'm serious, Riley. I can't control myself when I am around you. There's something about you." He said softly.                                                    

He leaned back in to kiss me, this time slow and gentle. His mouth was breathing life into me as he pulled me in closer to him. He wasn't ready to call it a night. He wanted to finish what we had started. I began to move my hand over him again and he looked down, watching me move my hand up and down inside his shorts. I began to start to pull him out of the shorts when I heard a loud crash in the kitchen.