Chapter 13 #2
“I don’t have a concussion. The docs were just being overly cautious last night.” A lump on the side of my head, yes. I stared at the lube. I’d never had anal, even with a woman. I eyed him. Had he prepped himself for today? “One glass of wine won’t kill me.”
“Good.” He led me to the bed and lay down on his side, his eyes darkening. “Lucas, there’s no pressure here. I just wanted to give you a proper homecoming.” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip and poured wine into the glasses.
Shrugging off my jacket, I hung it on the wicker chair in the corner.
When I looked down, my hard cock tented my slacks.
“Obviously, I’m on board here.” I shucked my slacks down my legs and my shirt off, and crawled onto the bed, lying on the other side of the tray.
“This is nice.” No one had ever done something like this for me.
Handing me a glass, he brushed his fingers up my shaft, tickling it through the thin fabric of my briefs. “You’re making my mouth water.” He sipped his wine, his gaze finding mine.
“I am?” I scanned his slender body, the way his stomach moved in and out with his breathing and finally, to the clear bulge under his jeans. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Yeah?” He set his glass on the tray, sat up, and lifted his shirt over his head. “How about now?” He tipped a brow.
“Still too many.” I drank my wine, the oak and spice gliding down my throat. He’d picked a good bottle.
With a coy grin, he unfastened his jeans and slid them off his legs, his dick outlined in sheer white lace, the tip straining against the band.
Sputtering on my wine, I said, “Holy fuck.” I’d never seen a guy wear lacy—what should I call them? Underwear? Panties? My cock pulsed and precum trickled from the tip.
“You like it?” He adjusted his dick to the side and palmed his tight balls.
“I…yeah, I like it.” If he hadn’t fucked enough with my head before, he totally was now. I wetted my lips, focusing on his solid dick. “What are you planning here?”
“I want to see what interests you. If you didn’t like this, I would have taken them off.” He opened the box of chocolates.
“I-I like it. Don’t take them off.” Did I sound as desperate as I was?
“Here.” He moved the tray to the nightstand along with his wineglass. “Go rest against the headboard.” A wicked gleam showed in his eyes.
“Okay.” My brain melted into a puddle. I’d do anything he asked. I moved higher in bed, leaned against the headboard, then looked down. A wet spot seeped through my briefs.
His gaze chased mine. “Look at you, leaking for me.” He straddled my legs, chocolate still in hand, and sat on my aching cock.
Sensation shuddered through my body as his hot ass pressed on my dick. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be drinking much of this wine.
He popped the chocolate into his mouth and leaned in, claiming my mouth in a crushing kiss, the chocolate melting between our tongues as they danced together.
“Mmm…” I grabbed his hips as he swayed them over me, the teasing friction coiling tension in my gut. Lapping the last of the chocolate from his mouth, I broke the kiss and said, “Fuck, Ezra…”
“You can touch me anywhere you want.” Leaning over, he plucked another chocolate from the box, slid it into his mouth and pressed his lips to mine.
My tongue tussled with the chocolate as his kiss became needy and his hips rocked over me, gliding his balls and the base of his cock over mine.
I snuck a hand between us and fingered his dick through the lace, brushing up and down his shaft.
A ragged moan escaped him, and his dick jerked against my fingers. I gasped into his mouth, digging the fingers of my other hand into his skin.
He pulled away, his eyelids hooded. “Have a sip of your wine.” He gave me a wicked grin, picking up his glass and drinking some wine.
I did as he asked and set my glass on the nightstand. Should I ask about the lube? Maybe I was overthinking things. I should just go with it.
Crawling down and between my legs, he fell to his elbows and peeked at me. “Didn’t you have a fantasy about me blowing you?”
“I did.” My stomach clenched as need shivered up my spine. Would he do it now?
“Let’s give you a taste.” He slid my briefs down my thighs and then moved as I kicked them off.
My cock stood tall, stretching toward my navel, and my balls grew heavy. How good would this feel?
He fisted the base of my cock and stroked me a few times. Licking his lips, he lowered and devoured me in wet heat.
My body jerked, and I gasped as pleasure shocked me. “Holy fuck.” I slapped my hands on the back of his head, his face veiled by long hair.
He pumped my dick, swirling his tongue over the tip and fondling my balls.
“Oh god, Ezra. Fuck, yeah, that’s good.” Biting my lower lip, I watched his head bob over me.
Tingling swelled in my cock and pulsed to my toes.
I couldn’t come already. Hell no, this was too good.
Staring at my ceiling, I fought against the ebb and flow of climax.
My thighs trembled and goosebumps broke out.
Pulling on his hair, I said, “Fuck, gonna come.”
He pulled off me with a slurp and sat up, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Do you want to come now? Or do you want more?”
I glanced at the lube. “More, I want more.” He obviously had more planned.
“Good.” With a smirk, he motioned for me to move down the bed.
Shimmying down, I wound my legs around his and struggled to catch my breath.
He lay over me, resting his hot cock against mine, propped on his elbows around my head. Skimming his knuckles over my cheek, he said, “What are you ready for?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure what’s on the table here, so…” I fixated on his plump, wet lips, his heat agonizing against my sensitive cock. “Why not tell me what you want?”
Lifting the edge of his lips, he said, “Let’s try this.” He grabbed the lube, squirted it over his lace underwear and rocked his hips.
His slick cock glided against mine and my balls drew even tighter, pleasure heightening inside me. Fuck, I was about to go off. I rasped a groan.
He bit my lower lip and released it. “Do you like this?” He bit my earlobe and snuck a hand to my nipple, pinching it.
“Oh, fuck.” As my dick pulsated with a surge of sensation, I arched off the bed. I could totally fuck him right now. I didn’t care, I just wanted inside him. “Ezra, can I fuck you?” I panted.
As he flicked his tongue inside the shell of my ear, his breath hitched. “Not today.” He thrust against me, ravaging my neck with bites and long sucks.
What the fuck? I dug my fingers into the round globes of his ass. I’m sure he had his reasons. As heat shivered over my skin, my release rushed to the surface. “C-coming, gonna come.” I couldn’t hold back.
He dashed between my legs, buried my cock in his mouth and sucked, stroking with his fist and pulling on my balls.
“Holy fucking hell.” My body clenched as my orgasm jolted through me, sparks lighting behind my eyes. My toes curled and cum shot to the back of his throat as waves rolled through me.
He swallowed it all down and, as it slowed to a stop, he rose onto his knees. “What do you want? Tell me. Quickly.” He palmed his swollen cock, still bound in slick lace.
Damn, this was all about me. My mouth watered. “I want to suck you off.” Sitting up, I slipped the panties down to his thighs and devoured him, wrapping my hands around the base and taking him deeply into my throat.
The heady taste of his precum flooded my tongue. I lapped at his cockhead and plunged over him again and again.
He gasped and whimpered, thrusting his hips and fucking my mouth. “God, so good, Lucas.” With a shudder, his cock pulsed and hot cum spurted to coat my throat.
I swallowed, sucking him even deeper. Who knew I could swallow? It hadn’t occurred to me to pull off this time.
His fingers burrowed into my shoulder muscles as his release filled me. When it calmed, he pulled out and sat on tucked legs, his head hanging. “Jesus Christ, Lucas. I almost blacked out.” He rubbed his forehead.
“Yeah? I’m that good, huh?” Grabbing his nape, I pulled him in for a hard kiss on his mouth and then planted my forehead to his. “Let’s clean up and enjoy the rest of this wine and chocolate.” And talk about a few things once my head cleared.
After washing in my bathroom, I followed him to my bed, still naked, and crept onto it, both of us sitting against the pillows of the headboard.
Funny, a month ago, it would have been impossible to imagine me sitting on a bed naked with a guy.
Okay, or me giving a blowjob and swallowing.
I picked up his wineglass and handed it to him. “So, what was this all about?”
He sipped his wine, giving me a sideways glance. “I wanted to experiment and see what you were into. I had a feeling there might be things you didn’t know about yourself.” His lips curled.
“Okay, well, you were right.” After drinking some wine, I grabbed a chocolate. “I didn’t know I’d find lace hot on a guy.” I held the chocolate close to his mouth. Shit, I did things with him I’d never done, even with women. Like feeding someone chocolate in bed? Never done it.
“Good. I have a collection of fun underwear.” He giggled and opened his mouth.
I dropped the chocolate between his lips. “I also didn’t know I could swallow a guy’s cum.” With a tut, I shook my head. “I have to admit, it’s not an unpleasant taste.”
“I’m thrilled to hear that.” He choked out a laugh.
“So, I guess there’s a conversation we need to have.” I swirled the wine in my glass as tightness coiled in my gut. Would he think I was weird?
“Ask away.” He drank some wine and leaned over me, grabbing another chocolate. “Here, for you.” With a warm smile, he held it to my mouth.
I opened and let him slide it inside. The sweet and bitter taste melted against my tongue. “With anal sex, what position are you?” Did I phrase that correctly? What if he didn’t have anal, like Jett?
His brows snapped up. “Position? You mean like top or bottom?” He offered a wry grin.
“That’s exactly what I mean. Do you catch or pitch?” Scoffing a laugh, I rubbed my eyes. I should shut up right now.
“I prefer both, but with Tate…” He flinched. “Sorry, I only bottomed.” He studied me.
As my chest pinched, an image flashed behind my eyes, of him on his hands and knees, Tate pummeling from behind. Nausea coiled inside me. “Oh.”
Setting his hand on my bare thigh, he said, “Have you been thinking about it? Anal sex?”
“Sort of. I’ve been thinking about it in a logistical way.” I fingered the rim of my wineglass. He said he preferred both. “So, you’ve topped?” It wasn’t what I’d expected from him.
“I have. And I like it.” He lifted his chin, his gaze flickering across my face. “What are you thinking, Lucas?”
“I’m thinking…” I glanced at the discarded lace underwear on the floor and my dick twitched. Damn it, could he fuck me in those? Did that turn me on? Holy hell. I scrubbed my face. “God, my brain is in overdrive.” I breathed in deeply as my dick swelled against my thigh.
His gaze dipped to my lap. “You’re having naughty thoughts.” He palmed my cock. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“What does anal sex feel like?” I might not even like it. It was messy, wasn’t it? Or was my straight brain telling me that? I peeked at him.
“It can be amazing.” His gaze wandered off. “It can suck too if the guy on top isn’t careful.” He drank some wine.
I wouldn’t mention Tate, but clearly, he’d been the one who wasn’t careful.
Heat swept through my chest. That Fucker.
God, I wanted to beat the shit out of him someday.
I snuck my hand across Ezra’s shoulders and drew him into my side, kissing his head.
“I want to try it. For whatever reason, having you fuck me in some lace turns me on.” I ticked my head at my half-hard dick.
Ezra squirmed. “You like being dominated by a smaller guy?” His gaze swung to mine and locked. After his tongue swirled across his lips, he said, “Damn, I find that very arousing. It might even be a fantasy of mine.”
“I enjoy being dominated by you.” I arched a brow. “Jesus, Ezra, can’t you see how much you dominate me out of the bedroom already?”
His breath caught. “I guess I do.” Leaning in, he pressed a long kiss on my mouth, a ragged moan escaping him. “I’ll introduce you to it slowly.” His teeth dragged over his lower lip. “I’m going to make you see stars.”
“God, I can’t wait.” Cupping his cheek, I gave him unhurried kisses, my lips gliding over his, our tongues slipping lazily against the other. I was falling for him. No doubt about it. I was all in.