Chapter 15 #2
“Of course.” He flicked his tongue against my lips before claiming me in hungry kisses, his hips rocking and dick rutting into mine. A soft moan worked out of him, and he angled his hips, sneaking his hand between us.
With sensation heating my skin, I nibbled his lower lip and bit at his chin while roaming my hand to his chest. He enjoyed having his nipples played with, right? I pinched a nipple and rolled it in my fingers.
He gasped and lifted his head, exposing his neck to me. “More, Lucas.”
Fuck, when he said my name like that…Sucking his neck, I teased one nipple and then the other, all while he stroked our weeping cocks.
“Lube?” He halted and threw my nightstand drawer open. We’d stashed it in there after the first time we used it.
“Yeah.” I watched, fascinated, while he slathered it on his cock, sitting up and placing long tugs on it. Is that how he looked when he jerked himself?
With a wicked grin, he bit his lip. “Wait, I have a better idea.” He shimmied back and lowered his face over my groin.
“Blowjob?” I held my dick to his mouth. We’d already done this, but I wouldn’t complain. What’s not to love about a blowjob?
“Blowjob with some anal play?” As his lips tugged on one side, he slipped his finger into my crack. “Lift your legs.” His eyes darkened.
I raised my knees, exposing myself, my balls tightening and a sharp pulse beading precum at my tip. “Okay.” I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I could trust him.
“If you want me to stop, say so. But damn…” He slipped his tongue along his upper lip. “Your body’s on board.”
“It is.” Yeah, this was a mind fuck. I sucked in a breath and held it.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this.” With a soft smirk, he fisted my base and licked my shaft. His free hand slipped to my hole and circled.
My eyes popped open as I watched his head bob over me.
It was weird and fuck—it felt good. The pressure of his finger ignited heat inside me, mixing with the friction of his lips and tongue against my dick.
Resting my hand on the back of his head, I rocked my hips, fucking his wet mouth.
I chased the pressure of his fingers. I’d never touched myself there. Holy hell, never knew. “More, Ezra.”
“You sure?” He slipped off me, his lips red and swollen.
“I’m sure.” I was doing this. Did it make me gay? So the fuck what. I gave him a quick nod and spread my legs wider.
He squirted more lube on his fingers and nudged them to my hole. “This is making me so hot. I think I could come without touching myself.”
“Don’t come. I want to make you come.” I brushed my fingers along his gorgeous cock, standing tall between his thighs.
He hissed and fluttered his eyes shut. “Careful.” Breathing in deeply, he leaned over and devoured my dick, pumping it while fluttering his tongue over the head.
“Oh, fuck.” My stomach tensed as sensation whirled inside me.
Milking my dick, he pressed hard against my hole and breached it.
A second of burning gave way to more intense pressure than I’d felt earlier. “Jesus, Ezra, more.” Rocking my hips, I slapped my hands on his head.
He pushed his finger all the way inside me and stars lit behind my eyes, a shock of pleasure tingling my entire body all the way to my toes. I cried out. “Holy fucking hell.”
Pulling off me for a beat, he said, “Say hello to your prostate.” With a chuckle, he continued, swallowing me to the back of his throat and rubbing his finger over my internal spot.
I rode it out, surges of sensation bringing me to the edge and tapering while I fought to hold on. It was too incredible to end. If one finger felt so good, what would his dick feel like? “More, Ezra.” My thighs trembled around his head.
He slipped a second finger inside me and quickened his pace, moaning over my swollen cock.
The vibration heightened it all and a rush of sensation overtook me. My balls unloaded cum into his mouth in quick spurts, and my insides pinched around his fingers. I gritted through groans and gasps as I fought to keep from screaming. Fuck, if Evan heard me, the teasing would be endless.
As it slowed, Ezra pulled off me with a wet pop, rosy blooms on his cheeks. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Precum dribbled down his shaft.
He’d just given me the best orgasm of my life. What could I do for him? “Ezra…” Sitting up, I drew his hips closer to me. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
He smirked. “I need to be tested first.” Wrapping his hand around his cock, he grabbed my nape and consumed me in harsh kisses, his tongue tangling with mine. As he furiously pumped his dick, he gasped against my mouth.
Hot droplets sprayed my chest, and he jutted his hips closer to me.
He was coming. On me. I cupped his balls, fondling them through his release, and they quivered in my hand. As it slowed, he dropped on tucked legs and hung his head. “If I’d let myself go, I would have wanted to fuck you.”
I lifted my brows. “If you’d asked, I probably would have let you.” I pressed my forehead to his. I was a goner. All my straight fears about anal were completely unfounded. It was amazing.
“So, I’ll get tested tomorrow on my lunch hour. I know a place.” He focused on me and the corner of his lip rose.
“Yeah? Awesome.” I nodded. What else was I supposed to say? My brain was still in a fog. I glanced at my chest. The cum had dried. “Clean up?”
He nodded. “I just need a minute. I’m not sure I can stand right now.” He giggled.
“I’ll help you.” My heart swelled with warmth. He’d stay in bed with me all night.
After washing up, we slid under my sheets and spooned, with him tucking into my chest. We’d become used to sleeping naked together. “Ezra?” Despite having an early skate, I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and I needed some clarifications before we had sex.
“Yeah?” He nudged his ass against my flaccid cock.
His heat enveloped my dick. “Are you trying to make me hard again?” With a chuckle, I nuzzle his soft hair.
“Uh, no, but I wouldn’t mind.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “What were you going to ask me?”
“How do you feel about us?” Okay, not very succinct, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to know. I tightened my hold on him.
“I’m feeling good about us. This past week went well, except for me not telling you about Tate.” His body tensed.
He still felt bad about it. “It’s okay. We’re past that. I guess I want to know how you’re feeling about me.” Fuck, why was I asking this? If his feelings matched mine, he’d say it, right?
“I’m, uh.” He twisted his head, showing his profile in the ambient light from the window. “I like you, Lucas. A lot. You know that, right? I’ve wondered if this could be a rebound relationship for me, but it’s not. For that, I’d have to have had a proper relationship. Tate was just a distraction.”
I widened my eyes. Hell, that was a lot more than I’d expected. “Yeah?”
“That’s how I see it.” He buried his face in his pillow. “Stella mentioned I should get some therapy, both for my family situation and Tate.”
I kissed his shoulder. I’d never experienced therapy, but it was supposed to help people, right? “It might be a good idea.”
“You think so? Do you think my head is messed up?” The pillow muffled his voice.
Shit, did I? Who was I to say? “Ezra, I can’t answer that.
Only you can. It can’t hurt to try it.” An ache floated through my heart.
I could see he was still hurting over the situation with his parents.
I parted my lips. What would my parents think about us?
I had yet to tell them. My brows snapped together.
What would my team and coaches say? Only Evan knew about me and Ezra. He hadn’t told anyone, had he?
“I don’t know if my insurance covers it. Guess I’ll check and if it does, I’ll take it as a sign I should go.” He freed a soft chuckle. “Is that stupid, or what?”
“It’s not stupid.” I held him closer to me. “I’ll be home this week, so we can figure things out together.”
“Thank you, Lucas.” He twisted his head and pressed a kiss on my lips. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” I closed my eyes.
The next day at the gym and before our morning skate, I stepped to Evan, running on a treadmill. “Hey, you got a minute?”
“Sure.” He pushed the screen on the machine and slowed his pace to a stop. “What’s up?” Snatching a towel from the handle, he rubbed his sweat drenched head. “Are you about to ask me for dating advice? ‘Cause I’m not sure I’m the right guy.” He snickered and stepped off the machine.
I glanced around us. No one was paying us any mind. Leaning in close, I said, “No, I want to know if you’ve said anything to the other guys about me and Ezra.” I eyed him.
He balked. “No, why would I do that? It’s your business, not mine.”
“Good.” I planted my hands on my hips. Ezra was my boyfriend now. At what point was it appropriate to come out? I should talk to Mason.
“What are you thinking?” Evan stepped closer and whispered, “You’re in pretty deep with him, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, chewing my lower lip. “I think I love him.” Fuck me, had I said that out loud? My gaze swept to his.
“Dude, congrats.” He patted me on the back. “Does he know yet?”
“No, I wasn’t sure myself until I blurted it out to you.” Did Ezra love me back? I should wait until Tate was out of the picture and we were on more solid ground. I snuck a peek at Evan. “I’m not saying anything yet. I think I should give it more time.”
“Why? Do you think he might go running back to Tate?” With his brows furrowing, he threw the towel over his shoulder.
“No, hell no. That’s over for him.” I stared at the floor. If I was wrong, I’d be devastated.
“Okay, man, good luck to you. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” He squeezed my forearm and released it. “Now, let’s hit some weights. It’s chest and triceps day.”