12. Lucas
Lucas
12
No sooner do the words spill from me than panic begins to climb in my chest, cold and heavy. It was unprofessional and wrong of me to suggest. Ezrah must hate me now. Shit! Why did I say that?
He isn't saying anything. He must be so upset. He's going to want a new guard. Fuck. I get it but I'm going to miss him and Dil-
"What?" I’m so caught up in my spiral that I must have misheard him.
"I said yes. I'll- I want to try. Unless you were just-"
I cut him off with a soft kiss as a wave of relief swamps me. I lean my forehead against his, rest my hands on his shoulders, and close my eyes briefly just to breathe him in. I’ve missed being this close. “Thank you for trusting me. Will you let me take you to bed?"
"Y-yes I think I'd like that."
I can't keep the grin off my face as I stand, offering him my hand.
I expected him to hesitate, maybe even change his mind, and back out, but he doesn’t. He immediately grabs my hand tightly and follows right on my heels into his room.
The second I shut the door behind us, he jumps me. He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me with such force, such fire, that it would be easy to let it sweep me away, but tonight’s not about me.
I pull away, smiling against his lips. "Slow down." I breathe "I want to savor you."
He shivers against me.
"I want you to strip for me and lay on the bed," I say, moving away to pull off my clothes.
For a moment, Ezrah just stares at me before he moves to follow my lead. Now that he’s started he’s eager, pulling off his clothes with little care or thought. I finish undressing quickly and stand there admiring his lean, compact body as he bares it hastily.
He stops with his hands on the button of his pants, looking self-conscious. "What're you staring at?"
I take a step toward him. My eyes glide over the toned tan skin peppered with the occasional freckle. I knew it would be my mission to find and kiss each and every one of them. "You."
He tries to look away, a flush rising in his cheeks, but I’m not having any of that. I bring a hand to his face, nudging him to look at me. “You're perfect."
The protest I can see forming dies on his lips, stopped by my mouth against his. I push his pants down, guiding him to step out of them. I can feel his cock already stiff against my thigh.
Lips still dancing against each other, I skim my hands up his arms, down his chest, to rest on his hips, gripping lightly. I smile as he jerks against me. Licking my lips, I pull gently away. "Lay back on the bed for me," I guide him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He looks up at me with wide eyes, still with an edge of apprehension. I can only hope I prove myself worthy of his trust.
I sit down beside him, carding a hand through his hair. I can feel the remaining tension bleed out of him. Leaning down I kiss him again, shifting until I’m over him, resting my weight on my arms. He clutches at my back, trying to pull me flush against him.
I grab his wrists, guiding his hands to the headboard. "I'll take care of you, but if you can't be patient, you can hold on to this."
He whines, eyes dark with desire.
My hands glide along the smooth skin of his torso. I press my face where his shoulder becomes neck, breathing him in. My lips dance on his skin, savoring every sigh and moan that slips from his lips.
When I can’t resist anymore, I lightly bite down, sucking a mark into his skin.
A deep moan rolls from his chest, as his back arches off the bed. It’s the most magnificent sound I've ever heard. The second it fades back into whimpers and sighs I know I need to hear it again.
I set to work leaving a trail of marks down his neck and across his collarbone.
When I make it to the center of his chest, I look up at him through my lashes. He’s a wreck, hair all messed up, flushed all the way down his chest, lips swollen from kissing.
"How do you feel, Ezrah?" I ask, rolling my hips against him, hard and leaking against me.
"Please," he whimpers, wrapping his legs around me in an attempt to pull me closer.
I sigh dramatically, shaking my head. "That doesn't answer my question. How can I know I'm making you feel good if you won't tell me? Maybe you meant please stop."
His hands fly from the headboard, latching onto my back with such force it knocks my weight off my arms and down into him. "Don't stop. I've never felt anything like this before. Please!"
"Alright," I press a soothing kiss to his forehead. "I won't unless you tell me to, but I also want you to tell me what you like."
"I like whatever you'll give me."
We'll see about that, I think to myself before pulling back completely. I run a hand from his hip to his ankle.
Ezrah spreads his legs wider to make space for me to sit. I lift his ankle off the bed, pressing a kiss to the inside before working my way up his leg. I move to lay on my stomach as I work my way up between his thighs.
My teeth graze the tender flesh. Muscles twitch under me as Ezrah's legs fight the urge to wrap around my face.
"Please, more!"
I grin against his skin, moving nearer to his cock. I lick him from root to tip. His hips rock towards me and I shake my head with a sigh, moving down to his other ankle.
"What're you doing?" He demands, with a desperate keen to his voice.
"Taking care of you," I say against his skin. "I want to get my lips on every inch of you."
"I can think of a few you seem pretty happy to ignore!"
"I'm not ignoring anything. It's just not time yet."
"God! Lucas," he moans, thumping his fists into the blankets on each side of him, while I work on another spot on his thigh.
I pull back, running my hands along his thighs. "Give me one second, darling."
He whines as I get to my feet. "Where are you going?"
"Just grabbing a few things," I say, opening drawer after drawer and digging around. "Don't worry I'll be right back."
Finally, I find what I need, letting out a happy noise before grabbing a pillow. I intend to crawl back between his legs, but I’m momentarily stunned by the sight of him flushed, spread out, hard and leaking. He looks like every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one.
It takes me a second to remember what I’m supposed to do and to get my voice back. "Do you want me to fuck you or would you rather fuck me?" I ask roughly.
"Please, I need you inside me."
"Alright, I will be soon. Lift your hips for me." Once the pillow is under his hips, Ezrah lets his legs fall open.
I sit back on my heels admiring the view. "Fuck, Ezrah, do you have any idea how perfect you look? Laid out for me like this? I'm going to make you feel so good."
I pop open the lube, slicking up my fingers. Descending on his legs, I pepper his thighs with kisses, bringing my first finger to his hole. I rub along the outside until he’s begging, then slowly press inside.
"You're taking it so well," I smooth a hand down his side, while he moans and makes encouraging noises. I’m sure he’d like me to hurry and prep him, but I’m mesmerized by the sight of me disappearing into him. The sensation of his warmth draws me in.
"I can take more!"
"I'm sure you can but I'm not ready to give you more."
"Why not?!"
I huff, biting back a smile. "Fine if you think you can handle it."
I pull out and slide in two slick fingers, curling them and searching for-
"Fuck me, Lucas!” Ezrah cries.
Found it.
I work my fingers inside him, rubbing against his prostate until he’s begging and shaking.
"Do you think you're ready?" I ask.
"God, yes!"
"You think you can take me?"
"Yes!"
I pull out my fingers, rolling on a condom. "Then tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me. Please," he spread his legs wider, one leg drawing up to his chest. "I need you."
Fuck. That’s my breaking point. My own need, which I’ve been ignoring as best I can, takes over at his words. "Then you've got me." I lean in to kiss him, a little sloppily, then line myself up and press in as slowly as I can make myself.
He arches up with a long moan, arms and legs tangling around me holding me as close as possible.
"God, Ezrah," I breathe, resting our foreheads together. "You feel amazing.
I can’t hold still anymore. I move as slowly as I can, savoring every sound that bubbles from Ezrah, the drag of my cock inside him, hot and tight around me. I lock eyes with him, open and vulnerable, bringing his hand to my heart.
Can he feel what I feel?
Does he feel the same intoxicating blend of peace and desire I feel now? "Can I touch you?" I ask.
"Please!"
I wrap a hand around his dick. It doesn't take any time at all for him to spill over me with a hoarse cry of my name.
I thrust a few more times before falling after him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, as he wraps arms and legs around me.
For a long moment, neither of us move, letting the aftershocks roll through us, coming down, breathing. Then I pull out of him gently, rolling off the condom and tossing it before grabbing a cloth to wipe off Ezrah.
Cloth discarded I lie down beside him. "How do you feel?"
He just looks at me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, and a pit of anxiety opens in my stomach. Part of me wants to flee, but the needy part is bigger.
"Can I hold you?"
"Please," his voice comes out so small and soft like he’s not sure he’s allowed to want this.
I don't hesitate to pull him to my chest, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For trusting me with this.”
Ezrah is silent, but it seems like he’s struggling to speak.
"You don't need to say anything. We can talk in the morning, just get some sleep."
He shoots me an unsure glance but yawns. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
"Right here if you'll have me."
He doesn't reply but does let his eyes slide shut and I can feel him relax. It’s not long before he starts to drift off.
Smiling, I press another kiss to his head before shutting my own eyes.