Try Me

Twenty Three

Hypocrisy 

Jude groaned as the sun shone on his face, he rolled over, expecting to find the presence of Ezra's naked body next to him, instead he found the space vacant. He opened his eyes, looking around the room for any sign of her but there was none. He couldn't decipher whether to feel relieved or disappointed. It was a strange sensation, he was accustomed to the routine of kicking girls out of his bed before they had the chance to wake him. But not Ezra, she had left without a word, without a trace, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of emptiness deep within him. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't for  any other reason than the fact that their physical connection had been undeniable. Crudely put, it was the best sex he had ever had.

He slowly sat up, stretching his tired muscles as he reminisced about the events of the previous night. The memory of their bodies entwined, moving together in perfect harmony, sent shivers down his spine. It wasn't his first time , God no, but there was something about Ezra which made last night feel like it had been, sex with Ezra was... different. There was no emotional attachment, he thought no differently of her than he did before, she was still a nuisance and threat to Yong's authority. However, he couldn't deny that he wouldn't have minded having her here for a second round.

As he stood up and made his way towards the bathroom, images of Ezra's seductive smile and the way her body had moved against his flooded his mind. Her lips, soft yet demanding against his, lingered like an intoxicating taste that he couldn't shake off. The way she had arched her back and moaned with pleasure as he explored every inch of her lit something up inside of a him and a small, excited smirk found its way onto his usually expressionless face. He smiled, what a woman. She had surprised him, that was for sure. Something from different from his usual roster. 

Jude turned on the shower, the sound of water cascading filled the room and the steam billowed out from behind the shower curtain and Jude stepped inside, letting the hot water flow over him, washing away the remnants of the previous night. He closed his eyes, letting the water shroud his thoughts in a haze of pleasure and pain. Jude's mind continued to wander back, he remembered the way her skin felt under his fingers, the way it quivered with anticipation as he trailed his tongue across her chest. How her moans grew increasingly louder, more desperate as he pleasured her. And before long he found himself leaning against the shower wall, his hand gliding up and down his shaft. Fuck. 

***

Ezra stared off into the garden distantly as she slowly put a piece of bread in her mouth. Men in all black attire and heavy guns strapped to their bodies crossed her vision every once in awhile reminding her of her captivity and failed attempts to get home, to get back to her life. Her captivity, freedom, Jude. She closed her eyes, a groan escaping her lips. She can't believe that she had actually slept with him. The confidence and the solidity of her plan had long gone, the harshness of reality slapping her in the face when she woke up next to his naked, sleeping body. She had panicked, her chest heavy as her mind became clouded with guilt and disgust, she grabbed her clothes, hurriedly putting them on before silently and quickly leaving his room. She had ran down the hallway back to her designated room as if someone was chasing her. She laid back on her bed, staring at the ceiling with thoughts racing through her mind at a million miles an hour. 

The sex was good. 

Despite all the guilt, shame and disgust that was threatening to consume her, she couldn't deny that that the sex was so indubitably good. Her body had felt like it was on fire, her senses heightened as every part of her wanted more. She turned to her side, biting her fingernails. Was that the loneliness speaking? Was she going crazy? What was it called? Stockholm syndrome? She sat up again, no. She needed to rememer why she did what she did. All of it was to get home.