Chapter Thirteen
Danny
I stared at the skirting boards in my bedroom, wondering whether I had time to run a cloth along them to make sure they were completely free of dust. I’d already hoovered the whole room, even behind the bed and chest of drawers and inside the bottom of the wardrobes, even though they were usually covered in shoes and my out-of-season wardrobe.
I’d scrubbed the bathroom before I’d left for training that morning and the kitchen last night after I’d sent Ezra my address.
Luckily, I’d deep cleaned the living room on Wednesday night out of sheer fucking frustration because my dick was almost sore from how much I’d wanked over thoughts of Ezra folding me in half on the sofa.
Screw it, the skirting boards could wait. If Ezra was looking that closely at them, then something was really fucking wrong.
Shaking my head, I climbed to my feet from where I’d been kneeling on the carpet and looked at myself in the long mirror beside my wardrobes.
I’d showered quickly after training and then come home and given myself a proper clean with my favourite shea and coconut body scrub and done my skincare—at least a version of it.
If I’d have had time, I’d have done a face mask and everything, but I didn’t fancy Ezra turning up while I was wearing it.
It wouldn’t exactly be a turn-on.
The shorts I was wearing, though? Fuck, if Ezra didn’t take one look at me and immediately get hard, then I’d failed.
The pants underneath them were cute too, skintight and bright blue, patterned with doughnuts covered in sprinkles and dripping icing.
Not only did they make my butt look edible, but they made my dick stand out too.
And they highlighted how muscular my thighs were as well.
Ezra was going to fucking die. And if he didn’t, I was going to throw a tantrum because how dare he not think my butt was killer?
Okay, so maybe I was gay. Because I’d never, in the whole history of my life, thought anything like this when I’d been getting ready to go out with a woman. I mean, I’d cared about my appearance, but never to this level.
And I’d never considered cleaning my skirting boards for a woman either.
I grabbed my phone and took a few pictures of my arse, debating sending them to Charlie for an opinion and hoping he’d gas me up. But then he’d ask who I was getting ready for and why I was so focused on my butt, and I didn’t have time for that conversation now.
We might have to have it soon, though, because there was a chance I’d need someone to talk to about all this shit.
Except… fuck, he was getting ready to propose to Amanda. I doubted he’d have time for my bullshit when he was busy trying to figure out how to pop the question without vomiting.
I’d keep the photos for me instead.
And maybe to tease Ezra with later. Just as a reminder of how fucking hot I looked.
A voice tried to nudge at the back of my mind, whispering that this was wrong. That I shouldn’t want Ezra’s attention. That I should be going out and pulling the hottest girl I could find.
But I’d never been much good at that, despite what I told everyone.
I’d very rarely gotten lucky. And most of the time I’d been glad I’d failed…
even though I wasn’t supposed to feel that way.
That was where the confusion had come from.
Because I was supposed to want that fuckboy lifestyle and spend half my time fantasising about pussy.
I didn’t, though.
And that had convinced me there was something wrong with me. But West, and all the other guys at the club who’d come out, had made me realise there were other options. And they weren’t bad. They just weren’t the narrative I’d been forcefully spoon-fed.
There was a sharp knock at the door and I jumped.
Fuck, I needed to get out of my head.
Sliding my phone into the back pocket of my shorts, I checked my hair in the mirror and smoothed out my moustache before walking out of the room and towards the front door. Taking a calming breath, I pulled the door open and smiled, hoping I looked like I hadn’t been freaking out.
“Hey,” Ezra said, offering me a smile that made my stomach flip and my dick perk up.
He was wearing a pair of dark blue suit trousers with a brown belt and a white shirt that was open at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal a nice-looking watch on his left wrist. He looked like the amalgamation of every walking fantasy I’d had of him the last ten days.
I was surprised I hadn’t immediately creamed my pants.
“Hey to you too,” I said as I stepped back to let him in, wondering if I needed to ask him to take his shoes off. I mean, I could hoover the floor again and it wasn’t like it had rained, so he wouldn’t be tracking mud into the cream carpet. But still, would it be weird if I asked anyway?
“Don’t worry, I’ll take them off,” Ezra said, sliding his loafers off and putting them neatly next to my Asics. “You looked very concerned.”
“No, it’s fine, I—”
“Don’t lie,” Ezra said teasingly, stepping into my personal space and crowding me against the wall. “I’m guessing you cleaned, and you don’t want me traipsing dirt through?”
“Something like that.” I swallowed. It was such a strange thing for me to focus on, but it’d been all I could think about as soon as he walked in the door.
“Are you nervous?”
“A little bit,” I said, because now wasn’t the time for me to try lying. Not if I wanted Ezra to fuck me.
Besides, I was a shit liar anyway. He’d spot it a mile off and the idea of lying to him made me weirdly uncomfortable.
“That’s good. It means you’re using your brain, not just your dick.”
“Fuck off.”
“Are you asking me to leave?”
“You know I’m not,” I said with a grin, putting my hand on his chest and gently grabbing the front of his shirt. I tugged him towards me, closing the gap between us and tilting my head so I could easily brush my lips against his.
His mouth was all I’d been thinking about, and it was everything I’d remembered and more. I groaned as his tongue flicked across the seam of my lips, and they parted easily for him.
Ezra pushed me back a little further until I bumped into the wall, his leg finding its way between mine, the top of his thigh rubbing against my cock. I hadn’t realised how much the height difference between us would come into play, but I actually liked having him look down at me.
He wasn’t moving his leg, just holding it there, pressing against my dick, which was getting harder by the second as he kissed me.
My fingers tightened in the front of his shirt, holding on for dear fucking life as he melted my brain with his tongue.
Fucking hell, the man could kiss. It was like making out with a god.
But it wasn’t enough.
This was just teasing, and I needed so much more.
I whined as my hips gave a tentative thrust, pleasure sparking under my skin as I ground against Ezra’s leg.
The pressure and the friction were almost perfect—they were good enough to get me off at least, and with how fucking wound up I’d been, it wasn’t going to take much to make me come.
Not with the way Ezra was kissing me, the scent of his cologne making me dizzy as his hand slid under my T-shirt to grab my waist.
My senses were overwhelmed as a fog of need settled over me, driving me to desperation. My other hand reached out to scrabble for Ezra’s belt, not really sure what I wanted other than him, as my hips rolled and bucked.
“Fuck, you really are desperate,” Ezra said, breaking the kiss to growl out the words. “Look at you, humping my leg like the needy little puppy you are.” He chuckled darkly as he tilted his head and licked a stripe up my neck. “Such a naughty boy, no manners at all.”
I moaned, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt so tightly I thought it was going to rip. His words were almost humiliating but somehow they made me hornier than ever. Fuck’s sake, could my brain leave off with the sexual discoveries until I figured the first few out?
I knew we should probably stop, because this wasn’t what we’d planned at all. But did it really matter where orgasms came in the order of things as long as they were in there? Besides, if I came I might be able to think clearly about shit.
“M-More,” I said, forcing the word off my tongue as I chased my release.
I’d given up trying to get his belt open.
It was too complicated, and I didn’t have the ability to do that and something else.
I could get my hand on his dick later. Everything else was strictly off the table UPO: Until Post Orgasm.
“Please, Ezra,” I continued. “Need to come.”
His groan sent shivers down my spine and made my cock throb.
Fuck, I was sure my pants would be soaked in precum.
There’d be a wet spot for sure. “How much do you need it?” he asked, pushing his thigh harder against me as he caged me against the wall.
“Beg for me, puppy. Then maybe I’ll let you show me what a good boy you can be. ”
Another whimper slipped from my throat, followed by a desperate whine as I rubbed against him.
I should have been embarrassed by what I was doing, but fuck it, if I was going to do this with Ezra, I might as well go all in.
What was the point in going in the shallow end when I could dive headfirst off the twenty-metre platform?
Maybe it would be easier to deal with all my shit at once rather than in dribs and drabs. At least then I could get it over with.
“Need it so much,” I said, burying my head in his neck as I thrust harder. “Wanna come, Ezra. Please! Can’t stop. Been, mmm, been thinking about this. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah? I can’t wait to hear all about that. Bet you have such delicious fantasies.”
I nodded and groaned, stumbling over more words. “Yeah… wanna show you.”
“I know you do, and I want to see them.” His fingers slid down my hip to the waistband of my shorts, dipping underneath them.
He was so close to my cock and all I could do was whine.
“First, though, you need to come for me, puppy. Want to watch you make a mess in your boxers, just for me. And I want to hear how fucking sweet you sound. Come on, Danny, be a good boy and give me what I want.”
“Fuuck!” I whined as my cock pulsed, hot cum soaking into my underwear. All I could manage were shaking, panting breaths as my legs trembled, an unrelenting ecstasy making my head spin as my body floated away from me.
“That’s it, good boy,” Ezra said, putting one hand on my chest to push me backwards, kissing me softly as soon as my head tipped back. “So good for me, Danny. I knew you could do it. Well done, baby.”
I nodded, trying to say something but all that came out was a groan. His praise felt almost as good as my orgasm. My head was still spinning, my muscles heavy.
“I think you need to lie down,” Ezra said. “Come on, show me where your room is.”
“There.” I waved vaguely in the direction of my room. “But I don’t wanna lie down. I wanna talk.”
“We can talk while you lie down. And we can clean you up.”
“Oh… yeah.” My face heated as the cold realisation of what I’d done seeped into me, and I suddenly became very aware of how wet and sticky my boxers were.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ezra said, looking me squarely in the eye. “It was very hot, and I loved watching you fall apart like that for me. And knowing that you’ll do that for me? Hump my leg, and whine, and beg, and come for me—hot as fuck. Did you enjoy it?”
I swallowed, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I did. Felt like my brain switched off. I didn’t have to think, just do what I was told.”
“Good, then there’s nothing to worry about it. We both enjoyed it and that’s what matters.” He leant in and kissed me softly. “Remember, puppy, I don’t lie. Especially not about sex. If I say I liked it, then I liked it. Trust me.”
“Okay.”
And I did.
I didn’t see why I shouldn’t. Yeah, he could be lying, but why would he?
There was something in my gut that told me he was telling the truth, and I’d decided to believe him.
If it turned out I was wrong, then I’d deal with that later.
For now I was going to trust him. Otherwise I’d be tying myself up in knots for the sake of it.
Ezra smiled warmly as he stepped back and took my hand, leading me slowly towards my room.
And I followed without hesitation.