Elf (Mystic Guardians #2)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

E zra

Bain and Finn stayed mostly outside, so Ezra was left to his own devices in the safe house. He missed his records and stereo, and truthfully, he was missing his camera. Complete boredom had set in, but he also felt weirdly restless.

And horny.

He was so fucking horny all he could do was think about the kisses he’d shared with Alaric. His bodyguard had left to visit a sick friend, and Ezra missed him. Actually missed him.

Restless, he paced the master bedroom, then leaned against a wall, his brain giving him fits. Alaric had said he wanted to date him, and no matter how much he wanted that to happen, he just kept thinking of the inevitable time Alaric came to realize that Ezra was worthless. He could care about the elf despite the lack of heart he’d believed he had. Now, he was understanding that it was there—just heavily bruised. Possibly emaciated from lack of nourishment. But even if he didn’t end up dating the elf, he knew he definitely wanted to have sex with him.

So when Alaric showed up in his open doorway, Ezra could only stare, knowing every bit of the desire he was feeling was stamped on his face.

Alaric said nothing, just shut the door and strode to him. He wrapped one hand around Ezra’s throat, tipping his head back. The look in his eyes had Ezra’s heart fluttering, his groin tightening. So. Much. Heat. Desire blazed in those purple eyes, all Alaric’s focus completely on Ezra’s mouth.

Ezra licked his lips, and Alaric groaned under his breath and swooped down to take his mouth. His lips were firm, his tongue coming out in a wicked slide that came in to twine with Ezra’s own. He kissed deeply, with pure intent. The kind of kiss that went to Ezra’s head, making him dizzy with lust. He met that tongue, slide for slide, opening wider as Alaric explored his mouth.

Moaning, Ezra clenched Alaric’s ass, his dick pushing hard into his jeans. He wanted this man inside him so badly, he actually ached. He just knew the elf would know what he was doing, would hold him down and pound into him, and there was nothing Ezra liked more.

Hands slid down his back to cup his ass and pull him in tight so Alaric could grind on him. The feel of that hard prick against his was so damn good.

It was like he could feel Alaric’s hunger for him. He’d never been kissed like this—like he was sustenance when the one kissing him was starving. Alaric pressed against him hard, squeezing his ass cheeks. Ezra wrapped his arms around him, grinding just as hard back against him, and the moan that vibrated into his mouth sent even more lust washing through him.

He pulled his mouth away to gasp in air. “Clothes,” Ezra panted. “We need to lose them.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked up to find Alaric watching him steadily. But there was so much heat in those purple eyes it made him inwardly swoon. Knowing someone like this—someone good and decent—wanted him like that was heady stuff. He knew he didn’t deserve to have this man’s attention like this, but right then, he pushed aside those thoughts. This wasn’t about forever. It was about sex. Pure, raw sex.

That, he could do.

He stepped back and tugged his shirt over his head to drop it onto the floor. His hands went to the fly of his jeans, and it didn’t take him long to undo them then push them down and off. He left his boxers on, though he doubted they would stay on long. “Your turn,” he said. “I really want another look at that fantastic body of yours.”

“You’re the one with a fantastic body,” Alaric murmured as his hands came up to stroke down Ezra’s chest. Heat flared in his expression as he kept going until he reached the waist of the boxers. “Why didn’t you lose these?”

“Thought maybe you’d want to take those off.”

Alaric dropped to his knees, gaze on Ezra’s face as he slowly pulled down Ezra’s underwear. Then that hot gaze went to Ezra’s dick, which was hard and already leaking precum. “Nice,” he said softly before surprising the hell out of Ezra by leaning forward and licking up his cock from base to tip. He swirled his tongue around the head, poking it into Ezra’s slit like he wanted every drop.

“Please take off your clothes,” Ezra said on a moan.

“You want me to stop what I’m doing?”

“Fuck no, of course I don’t. Just want to see you.”

Alaric’s sudden grin did funny things to Ezra’s stomach. He stood and quickly removed his clothes, revealing that incredible, cut body. He had bulging biceps that made Ezra’s mouth water. Wide shoulders and just the right amount of black hair between his pecs. And when he removed his jeans and underwear, Ezra’s eyes flared wide. The elf had one unbelievably gorgeous cock. Long and thick, the head flushed red with desire. And it was wet, too. Alaric was leaking for him. It gave him such a rush. He stared at the sexy veins in that cock, the heavy balls beneath. Alaric kept his pubic hair nicely trimmed. “Fuck, you’re hot. It should be illegal to be that hot. You’re so damn hard.”

“You do that to me. Have from the beginning. It’s been playing havoc with the job, to be honest.”

Ezra’s eyebrows shot up. “I have? But I’ve been such a shit to you.”

“Apparently, that does it for me. Who knew?” Alaric gave a low, throaty chuckle. “I shouldn’t even be doing this. Goes against company rules, but right this moment, I don’t give a shit.” He knelt again, those purple eyes locked on Ezra’s erection. “I just want you in my mouth.”

“Yes!” Ezra hissed as Alaric took him into the most awesome wet heat and suction ever. He pulled Ezra in deep and swallowed around the head.

Ezra’s hands went into that silky hair. His eyes slammed shut, and he willed himself not to come right away like a teenager. But it was difficult because everything about this was sexier than anything he’d experienced. Of course he’d had sex before the nightmare with Brian and it had been good, but nothing like this. He slid his fingers through all that thick, soft hair and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting. Alaric made a sound that let Ezra know he liked that, so he did it again. Not hard—which was also difficult because he wanted to slide into that throat more than he wanted air.

Alaric bobbed his head, suction tight, his tongue moving just right as it pressed against him.

Holy hell, he loved everything about this. The elf had serious skills. Ezra’s balls drew up, and he knew he wasn’t going to last. As if Alaric sensed what was happening, he brought one hand up to fondle Ezra’s sac, then ran one finger over his taint. That touch made him cry out as he fell over the edge. His vision actually went blurry, and he held his breath as his orgasm flooded his entire system with pleasure. Alaric didn’t pull off, no. He swallowed every jet of cum that had to be flooding his throat. And the moan he let out around Ezra’s spasming cock just sent more pleasure through him. He gave an answering moan as he bent slightly to gasp air into his lungs.

Alaric licked him clean then stood to pull him up and kiss him. He tasted himself on Alaric’s tongue, groaning at the taste, the intimacy of sharing a kiss after that. His legs felt like noodles, so he wrapped his arms around Alaric and held on as the elf plundered his mouth.

It took him a few moments to come down from the euphoria, enough to realize it was his turn to take care of Alaric. And he couldn’t wait. He pulled his mouth away to gasp in air, looking up to find flaring nostrils, plump, wet lips and narrowed eyes filled with blazing hot fire. Unbelievably, his spent dick twitched. A lust-crazed Alaric was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. This magic-filled being wanted him. A lot. Again, he felt that rush of something he didn’t quite know how to pinpoint shoot through him.

He just knew he wanted more of that feeling.

Ezra dropped to his knees, eyes on that thick cock. He reached out to wrap his fingers around it. “Holy shit, this is beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”

Alaric didn’t say anything, just watched him with those lust-filled purple eyes.

Unable to wait any longer, he took the head into his mouth, tracing a vein with his tongue. He sucked it in deeper, tightening his cheeks and glancing up just as Alaric’s hand shot out to brace on the wall. He’d shut his eyes, mouth hanging open as he panted. The absolute pleasure on his face fired Ezra up, and he couldn’t look away as he relaxed his throat to pull that tasty dick in even more.

Alaric’s eyes flew open in shock. “Shit!”

It was hard not to grin around the girth in his mouth. He’d always been good at deep-throating.

Alaric reached down to place his fingers on Ezra’s throat. “That’s so hot,” he gritted out. “Holy shit.”

Needing air, Ezra slid back, breathed, then took Alaric deep again. He watched as Alaric’s eyes rolled back into his head. He still had his hand on Ezra’s throat.

This was flat out the hottest experience of his life. Ezra’s own dick was already hard again—a record. He couldn’t help it. Knowing he was bringing this man so much pleasure, knowing he’d surprised him, that Alaric was losing himself to rapture…that now familiar rush hit. He could easily become addicted to this. All of this.

He started bobbing his head, keeping a tight suction, and like Alaric had before, he slid his fingers over Alaric’s balls, then cupped them.

Alaric made a strangled noise, then gasped, Hot cum flooded Ezra’s mouth. Ezra swallowed the bitter, yet slightly sweet, semen with relish. Then he was startled when powerful hands yanked him up into another kiss.

Damn, he loved the way Alaric kissed. With hunger and ferocity, his tongue spearing deep into Ezra’s mouth, his hands possessively cupping his neck. Ezra felt ravished, and he fucking loved it.

When they pulled away from each other to breathe, Alaric pressed their foreheads together and whispered. “You are way too good at that. I’ll have my dick down your throat all the time.”

“Guess it’s good I like it there then.”

He laughed and pressed another quick kiss to Ezra’s lips. “So you are going to date me after we get through this, right?”

Ezra thought about his earlier reservations and knew that even though he was going to be in for a world of pain, he had to at least try. “Yes,” he whispered.