23. Chapter 23
Chapter twenty-three
Ozzy
Try as he might, Ozzy could only hold back the wave of desire for so long. Once Evander went to work on his taint, he was cooked. His balls tightened, but their natural desire to pull up just rubbed them harder against Evander’s palms. Soft, warm palms.
His cock throbbed and he stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped existing beyond the inside of Evander’s mouth. That was the only thing that mattered, pulsing and firing off spurt after spurt of cum into that warm, wet hole. His fingernails scraped and scratched at the bedsheets. His throat tightened. His head went light and fuzzy until, finally, everything snapped inside him. He dragged in a heavy breath, his shoulders bobbing, then thrust it out again. Panting, trying to find himself as his softening cock slid slickly out of Evander’s mouth and landed on his thigh.
“Jesus Christ.” Ozzy flopped back on the bed, heart pounding in his ears and lungs burning as he tried to catch his breath, fit himself back into actual reality instead of the otherworldly pocket dimension between him and Evander.
“That didn’t taste anything like pineapple. Shame.”
Ozzy snorted. “Get up here.” He was waiting for post-nut clarity to fall around him, make him realize exactly what he’d done—sucking off his ex when they both knew they didn’t belong together anymore—but that moment never came. Instead, something deep in his core throbbed and ached to have Evander in his mouth. “I want to see if you taste any better, since you’re going to be such a judgmental little son of a bitch.”
“Gee, such a good way to entice me.” Evander climbed across Ozzy, running his hard cock along Ozzy’s thighs, up his belly, then finally straddling Ozzy’s chest, positioning the glistening tip of his cock just in front of Ozzy’s lips. A drop of precum flowed down from Evander’s foreskin.
Ozzy darted his tongue out and took that shiny bead of dew. Bland, a little salty.
Ozzy leaned his head up and took Evander’s tip into his lips. He pushed into the foreskin with his tongue, gently sliding it back and thrilling at the too familiar little whimper of pleasure that came from Evander. He looked up and, for a moment or two, it was easy to remember why they’d been together. At least on the physical side. Ozzy knew from experience that he was in better functional shape than Evander—big, heavy landscaping work built stronger muscles—but Evander was no slouch at the gym. He was stunning, even in the sparsest bit of light creeping into the room, as his eyes adjusted slowly to the black. That probably even helped, fuzzing out the edges, hiding anything that could have been perceived as a flaw. He still couldn’t see well enough in the dark to see Evander’s face, just the outlines of his musculature, the hard planes of his stomach and the bottom of his chest. Ozzy knew from experience, there was a light dusting of hair across Ev’s chest. Ozzy had run his fingers over it countless times over the years. It was always soft. Evander actually conditioned his body hair to keep it nice.
Ozzy pulled himself from his memories and forced his focus back to the cock in his mouth, the taste of sweat and salt and sex coating his tongue. He shifted up just enough to get a bit more into his mouth, then a bit more still until Evander’s tip touched the back of his throat. He gagged briefly, then relaxed and swallowed him back. He didn’t take Evander all the way—they weren’t at the right angle for that—but enough to turn the whimpering from Evander into full-throated moaning. He felt Ev’s butt cheeks clench, rubbing across Ozzy’s chest, then loosening. His thighs tightened, squeezing around Ozzy’s torso.
Ozzy hummed and rubbed his tongue in a spiral from Ev’s tip, down as far as he could as he sucked it back into his throat, then to the tip again. He raked his fingers up and down Evander’s hot, muscular back, stopping just shy of scraping his nails across the top of Ev’s ass before gliding back upward.
Evander’s hips thrust. He leaned forward and Ozzy could finally make out his face. Mouth open, eyes unfocused, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose. He bit his lower lip, started to say something, but it didn’t make it out as an actual word, just a hiss of air as he humped into Ozzy’s mouth, faster, harder, putting that gag reflex to the test.
He pulled most of the way out and, before Ozzy could move or say anything, he tasted spunk on his tongue. It flowed as Ev’s cock twitched in his lips, coating the inside of Ozzy’s mouth. He had to swallow once just to avoid choking, there was so much.
After what felt like it must have been a full minute, Evander pulled back and flopped onto the bed next to Ozzy. A few seconds later and the table lamp burned to life, almost blinding Ozzy for a moment. After a little more adjustment, he looked over at Evander.
Then the clarity hit him. Ozzy’s body tensed, but he didn’t allow himself to freak out. Not completely. Instead, he nodded to Ev. “Thanks.”
“Same. Pretty fucking weird, but thanks.”
And just like that, the ratcheted tension leached away from Ozzy’s shoulders. That little jolt of honesty, instead of pretending. “Fucking weird is right. You must have been holding out for a long time.”
Ev laughed, loud and clear. “Jesus, yeah. It’s been a hot minute, but I definitely didn’t expect that much. You always had a nice throat, though.” He patted Ozzy’s chest, then got up and trundled naked to the bathroom, his ass swaying side to side.
Ozzy took in the view without any shame. Not like checking out his butt was going to be any bigger risk than trading cum.