Chapter 6 #5
It sounds like such a sexy command that I have to grit my teeth not to come right here, right now.
I should be asking him questions, like where I am and why he stalked me, but my mouth remains silent, and I arch my hips in eagerness, holding my breath until his fingers slide inside my briefs and wrap around my dick.
I can’t stop the whimper escaping my mouth.
Am I dreaming? No, this is real. I’m actually doing this. Doubts start bubbling up, but I push them down. I need this. To live my life fully, and where better to start than having some fun with my crush?
I give in and thrust both of my hands into his thick hair. Luxurious, soft. I twist the silky strands around my fingers as I feel his mouth sucking and biting my neck.
“I’ll devour every single part of you from head to toe and make it all my own,” he hisses, stroking my balls and cock so perfectly.
Holy fuck! He rarely ever spoke to me or showed emotions. But right now, his voice is warm and rough, wrapping around me like a blanket of desire so thick I can barely breathe.
“Use me to make yourself feel good,” I moan, not even knowing what I’m saying as long as he keeps jerking me off.
I’m abruptly flipped onto my back. He grabs my white briefs and yanks them off, then raises them to his face. A deep inhale and his eyes darken like he’s feeling undiluted rapture. I swallow hard and almost melt like a popsicle right here on this bed.
What the hell is happening?
My eyes fall on his majestic body—like it’s carved from marble—towering over me, kneeling between my spread legs.
I’m so glad I’m wearing my glasses again so I can savor every single detail.
His skin is golden and smooth. There’s no part of his torso that isn’t corded with bulging muscles.
His shoulders are wide, chest peppered with curly hair that forms a line descending right to his jeans.
I watch as he lets go of my briefs to pop the buttons and push them down.
I feel my entrance clenching as I get my first look at his big, long, hard cock.
Dear gods. It’s spectacular. The drops on the pink tip make me lick my lips.
I lift my eyes to get a look at his handsome face, but my attention gets caught by the burns covering his shoulder and part of his arm.
The skin is thickened and discolored there, while other scars—round, long, jagged, big and small—mark his body.
I have signs on my body, too. Each one is connected to pain and misery.
Maybe we have more things in common than I thought.
My chest rises and falls with anticipation as he lets his saliva drop on my cock before grabbing my legs to lift them up, holding them by the calves.
He uses his precum to slick his shaft before sliding it between my thighs.
Then he starts rocking his hips in a fucking motion that makes his dick slowly rub against mine.
“So damn soft.” He kisses my ankle before smacking the side of my thigh. “Squeeze them tighter, or I’ll thrust my cock inside your tight hole by mistake.”
He will? The sight in front of me is too arousing to allow my brain to work. I can’t fathom more. My eyes are on our dicks stroking against each other. His keeps spearing between my thighs, longer and much thicker—the cockhead red and big.
Feeling an uncontrollable urge, I close my hands around our lengths, enjoying how smooth and hard they feel. The deep snarl makes my head snap toward his face, and what I see is burning, raw desire, all directed at me. Me. It’s exhilarating.
I move my hands, giving our dicks extra friction while his heavy balls bounce against my ass, making my hole contract with every thrust. It’s amazing. I can’t stop my horny moans, staring into his blazing eyes…
My phone starts ringing. Pink’s song “Trouble” resounds in the room, telling me it’s Ollie who’s trying to call me. It works like a cold shower over my overheated body. My hands freeze, and my body tenses all over.
Ezra stops as well, grabbing my cell from the nightstand. “Answer it,” he orders me, handing it to me.
I have to, otherwise my brother will keep calling. I swallow hard and tap on the green button with a trembling finger. “Ollie.”
“Still awake?”
“Yeah. What’s…up?” I try to sound as natural as possible, but it’s not easy. Ezra’s erect dick is still between my thighs.
“Another night studying? Take a little break. Lori told me about Randy.”
Ezra’s eyes narrow as soon as he hears the guy’s name.
“Who?” I ask, panicking. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel anxious.
“The waiter from Tomorrow’s Brew who asked you out?” Oliver’s clarification makes Ezra’s jaw tick.
I hum in the phone, keeping my gaze on Ezra. He yanks the bottle of lube from the nightstand and pours it over his fingers. What is he going to do?
“Lori already told me everything. He’s cute,” my brother continues.
Ezra is glaring at me now. I open my mouth to tell Ollie that I need to hang up, but I’m forced to cover it instead to muffle the gasp that escapes my throat at the feel of Ezra’s slick fingers starting to stroke my entrance.
“Randy is okay. If you are interested…”
Ezra growls low and menacingly, and I’m not able to listen to Ollie anymore.
The tip of his finger is piercing the ring of muscle and slowly entering me, knuckle-deep, then all the way.
It stings a little, more when he adds another finger—it feels so different from the anal plug.
I don’t know how to describe it, more real. Whole.
He drops some lube on our cocks next—mine is incredibly still hard—and then his hips start thrusting again. Fuck! He’s too rough, too intense, too amazing. His whole length keeps rubbing over my balls before stroking against my shaft. So good. So good.
I look at him with pleading eyes, but what I get in return is a merciless gaze. I don’t know if I want him to pause for a moment or just make me come.
“Sully?” Oliver’s voice suddenly registers.
“Y-yes?” I get out with a lot of effort. This is torture. I want to hang up this fucking phone, but the illicit side of this is unbelievably exciting. It intensifies the whole experience.
“Are you okay?”
I’m so much more than okay. Ezra is picking up the pace, dick pistoning more forcefully between my thighs, and I’m seeing stars. It feels like my body is pulsing following the same rhythm.
“Of course.” I swallow a moan. “I… just tired.”
Ezra is hooking and scissoring his fingers inside me, without thrusting them. It feels like he’s trying to make space for something bigger. Thicker. Longer. Oh, no, I can’t let my brother hear me coming!
“My little bro is a genius. I get it.” He huffs. “Okay, just remember that I’ll be away with Rague for a couple of days. But call me tomorrow, okay?”
“’Kay.” I hastily end the call and let go of the phone.
“Work your hips back and forth on my fingers,” Ezra growls.
I grab the sides of the pillow under my head and start a frantic rocking, wanting those fingers to reach deeper inside me. To fuck me harder.
The slick squishing of lube is loud in the quiet bedroom. I look as debauched as I sound, laid out naked under him, legs pulled up, letting him do whatever he wants. Submitting to him feels so natural, like a prearranged response encoded in my DNA.
His harsh, rasping breaths mixed with the wet sounds of his fingers set me ablaze.
“What if I told you, you belonged to me from the moment your sexy eyes locked with mine?” Ezra pants, without stopping fucking my thighs. “What if I told you that I’d do whatever it takes to keep you with me? What if I told you that I’m going to hurt whoever dares take you away from me?”
My mind’s gone blank. I can’t utter a single word in response as Ezra shifts his fingers, touching a spot inside me that makes me immediately climax. I moan his name as my body turns rigid and shots of cum leave my dick.
He keeps hitting that spot over and over with a wolfish grin, turning me into a moaning slut. “That’s right. Keep calling my name.”
“Ezra. Ahhh. E-Ezra!” My brain is scrambled with pleasure as I repeat his name.
A few seconds later, his fingers slide out.
He takes off his jeans and parts my thighs to make space between them for himself.
He grips my shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion.
Then he hooks his arm under one of my knees and yanks my leg up onto his shoulder.
More lube gets on my hole, and I feel something nudging it.
“This is actually happening.” The awe in my voice is a bit too much, but it’s my first time with the guy I’ve been crushing on for months, so of course I’m spellbound.
Ezra pushes that fat cockhead into me, and I gasp.
The pressure, the stretch. It hurts. He’s only an inch in, and I’m stretched beyond comfort.
I thought I knew what I was in for, but I was wrong.
It really hurts. It’s also strangely good.
Crazy good. I bite my lower lip and arch my hips to let Ezra slide deeper inside.
He’s splitting me open. I roll my head back as pain and pleasure rush through me.
“Go on, take a look at what’s filling your virgin hole,” he rumbles, mouth open, eyes burning with pleasure.
I look down between my legs, my dick is stiff again.
The position he put me in, with one of my knees hooked over his shoulder, gives me a crystal-clear view of how every inch of his long, slick, thick cock is disappearing into me.
I watch with parted lips feeling even more how he’s spearing me now that my eyes are on it.
It still hurts, but I don’t want him ever to stop.
“Take me as deep as you want,” I whisper with tears forming in my eyes. I don’t know where this boldness is coming from. Desire perhaps.
Ezra groans, and staring at me with a lust-filled gaze, he gives a hard thrust and sinks his cock all the way in.