Chapter Fifteen
Danny
I could see Ezra was already this close to breaking and giving me what I wanted, and I was already doing a little victory dance about getting my way.
Not physically, obviously. That would be a bit hard with him pinning me down.
Plus I wasn’t naive enough to think there wouldn’t be consequences if I tried to gloat. Although I was kinda tempted to try it, just to see what these nebulous consequences would be.
Ezra sighed, his eyes darkening as he looked down at me and leant closer, his body pressing against mine. “You’re a menace,” he said, his mouth so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. “You have to keep pushing, don’t you?”
He rolled his hips slowly, pulling a groan from me as his dick rubbed against mine. Dammit, why the hell was he still dressed? “Yeah,” I said with a nod as I arched my back. “I’ve never known when to shut up.”
“At least you’re honest about it.”
“Promised I would be.”
A rumbling noise of approval rolled through his chest as he kissed me, nipping my bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Like he was fucking claiming me or something.
That was so much fucking hotter than it should have been. But apparently that was the theme for today, so I was going to roll with it and see where it led me. It was already the hottest day of my life, might as well see how far we could take it.
I groaned and tried to rub against him, whining in frustration at the feel of his trousers against my dick. I wanted to know what it felt like without that barrier. Besides, it wasn’t fair that he’d seen my cock but hadn’t repaid the favour. That was rude as fuck.
“You should get naked,” I said, moaning the words into his mouth as I tried to wiggle my hands free from his grip. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“That you’re still dressed.”
“Technically, so are you.”
“Yeah, well, you should’ve thought of that before you pinned me down,” I said with a smirk. “Not my fault you don’t think things through.”
“Careful, puppy,” he said, rolling his hips against mine and making me gasp. “I’m still deciding if you should get to come again. If you keep this up, I might say no.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Do you really want to test that theory?”
“But I thought you pitied me?” I asked, doing my best to try and look sad and pleading. “I thought you were going to teach me.”
He groaned and kissed me fiercely, growling as he nipped my lip. “Damn puppy eyes! They shouldn’t be as cute as they are.”
“I thought… fuck, I thought they weren’t going to help?
” I asked, secretly gleeful that they were working.
His cock was rock hard against mine, and the only thing stopping me from trying to get myself off was that I didn’t want to ruin his clothes.
Because that would be a dick move if he didn’t have anything else to go home in.
It could be a good threat, though.
“You should get naked,” I continued. “Before I come all over you and stain your suit.”
Ezra groaned again, the sound so delicious it made me shiver, my cock twitching underneath him and dripping precum onto my skin. “Strip for me, baby. Then I’m going to play with that pretty cock of yours. Want to know what you taste like.”
He kissed me so hard it made my head spin and stole all the breath from my lungs. Then he carefully released me and stood, looking at me with so much hunger I thought I was going to burst into flames. It was like I was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, and it was almost overwhelming.
I knew Ezra had promised to show me how good things could be, but this felt like he was taking it to the extreme. Unless this was normal for him? Fuck, if that was the case, I was going to die from overstimulation and orgasms.
And somehow, as I looked up at him, I got the feeling he was only just getting started.
“Finish getting naked,” Ezra said as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a sexy-as-fuck firm chest and toned stomach with a noticeable trail of hair dipping into his waistband. “Then make yourself comfortable on the bed. I want to blow you. Would you like that?”
“Yes! Please!” I nodded violently, making my hair flop into my eyes as I dragged my T-shirt over my head so hard it almost ripped.
I threw it onto the floor and stretched out on the bed, my eyes still on Ezra as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, slowly sliding them over his thighs and stepping out of them.
I didn’t know if he was going slowly on purpose because he wanted to tease me or if this was how he always stripped, but it felt like the first.
My hand drifted south towards my dick but as I got my fingers on my shaft, Ezra said, “No, puppy. Don’t touch.”
“B-But I’m desperate,” I said, not caring if I whined and pouted. “I’m so horny, Ezra! And you’re taking too long.”
He raised an eyebrow as he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of the tight black trunks he was wearing.
“Am I? Or are you being an impatient brat again?” He smirked and shook his head.
“Although we both already know you don’t have any patience.
It’s why you humped my leg and made such a mess of yourself.
Couldn’t even wait five minutes, could you, puppy?
Had to get yourself off like the needy slut you are. ”
I moaned, my cock jumping, more precum leaking from my slit. “Y-Yeah… I am.”
“Mmm, you like it when I talk to you like this, Danny? Call you a slut and a needy, desperate, messy puppy? Tell you how pretty you look when you get all wound up and can’t control yourself? How much I liked watching you do that? How much I want to see what else you’ll do for me?”
“Y-Yes! It’s… fuck, it’s so hot.”
“Good boy.”
I groaned, looking at him pleadingly. Because if he wasn’t going to let me touch myself, he could at least be nice and do it himself.
Ezra’s smirk darkened. “Do you also like it when I tell you what a good boy you are? When I tell you how well you’re doing, how good you look, how perfect you sound, how much I love that beautiful mouth of yours and how round your arse is?
Mmm, I can’t wait to put my cock in both of them because I know you’re going to feel so good—so tight and wet.
And I know you’re going to be such a good boy for me when I use them, aren’t you? ”
I nodded again, moaning and bucking up aimlessly into nothing. I wanted all of that—for him to praise me and use me and call me a messy slut. To be wanted and cherished and degraded by him.
I needed Ezra to ruin me and put me back together again. Because even though we’d only just started this, I had this deep certainty that I’d be safe with him.
And maybe it would come back to bite me one day, but today I trusted him, and that was all that mattered right now.
My eyes widened as he pulled his underwear down, his hard cock bouncing in the air.
I’d seen dicks before, obviously, but there was a big difference between this and seeing them in the dressing room showers or in porn.
I’d thought about what seeing Ezra’s would be like, but I hadn’t been ready for the overwhelming rush of need.
I wanted to touch and taste and feel him deep inside me, stretching me wide and filling me up so it felt like I was overflowing.
“Are you okay?” Ezra asked, his eyes meeting mine as he casually stroked his cock.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I said, trying not to be too distracted by his hand on his dick.
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I am. I’m just”—I waved my hand at him—“distracted.”
Ezra looked far too fucking pleased with himself as he climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me, blanketing my body with his and leaning down to kiss me. The heat and weight of him was new and delicious. “You’re very easy to distract.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my first time seeing your dick up close. Course I’m distracted,” I said, moaning into his mouth as his erection ground against mine. It sent a hot bolt of pleasure shooting up my spine. “Fuuuck! Oh, fuck! That feels so good.”
Ezra kissed me deeply, licking into my mouth and making me melt into the mattress.
“I’m going to make it better.” He trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, my skin tingling with every touch of his lips.
He moved slowly down my body, kissing and licking his way across my torso and my stomach.
I spread my legs so he could stretch out between them, my chest heaving with anticipation as his breath ghosted across my cock.
“You’re so gorgeous, Danny,” he said as he ran his strong hands over my legs, his stubble tickling the skin as he pressed kisses to my inner thighs.
“Strong, fast, powerful. I love watching you on the pitch, and I know you’re going to do such a good job this season.
Mmm, and I can’t wait to see you in more of those tiny shorts again.
This arse of yours will look so fucking hot in them. ”
I groaned as his mouth hovered above my crotch, so close to my cock I could practically feel it. “I’m going to blow you now, okay? If you don’t like it or you want me to stop, I need you to tell me. Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Good boy. And after you’ve come, I’m going to jerk off over you and paint you in my cum. Okay?”
“Yes! Want that!” I nodded, desperate to watch him get off.
Ezra smiled and slowly lowered his head, licking a hot, wet stripe up my cock before wrapping his lips around the head.
A deep moan punched its way out of my lungs, and I almost jack-knifed off the bed at the intense rush of pleasure.
I’d had blow jobs before, and usually I’d enjoyed them more than fucking because I could close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, imagining someone else, someone nebulous, in the place of the woman I’d brought home.
But today I didn’t want to close my eyes.
I didn’t want to picture someone else.
I wanted to watch Ezra take me apart until I flooded his throat with my cum.
And with the way he took me deep into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking me with lethal precision, it wasn’t going to take long.
Yeah, I’d already come once, but that didn’t mean shit right now.
Not with how fucking perfect Ezra’s dick-sucking technique was. Fuck me, this might actually kill me.
I gasped and whined, more desperate groans falling from my tongue as I tried to process the onslaught of sensations. This was like dick sucking to a whole new level. And if I survived, I wanted to learn how to do this to him because it was fucking perfect.
My fingers clutched the duvet so hard it made my joints ache, my toes curling as I spread my thighs further apart, doing my best not to fuck his throat without permission because I didn’t want to make him choke.
But then Ezra took me deeper, fucking deep-throating me and swallowing around me, and that was it.
Game fucking over.
I barely managed to get his name out as a warning before my cock pulsed on his tongue, shooting cum straight down his throat. Ezra’s eyes glittered as he looked up at me, swallowing my release and dragging my orgasm out until I was a fucking incoherent wreck, sobbing out broken moans.
“Such a perfect boy,” Ezra said, releasing my cock with a wet pop and pressing a soft kiss to the underside of the head. “Was that good? Did you like it?”
“Uh-huh,” I managed weakly, trying to nod as he knelt up in front of me, his hand on his cock. He groaned as he looked down at me, jerking himself hard and fast. “My… my face… want you to come on my face.”
“Are you sure?”
“Y-Yeah.” I could barely manage any words, so I wasn’t going to say anything I didn’t mean. And this would be a great way for me to see his dick up close and taste his cum without having to swallow. Kind of like a trial run.
I pulled my legs together and shuffled around on the bed so my head was closer to him. “Come on me, Ezra. It’s your turn to make a mess of me.”
“Fuck, baby, you say the sweetest things.” He groaned, eyes closing as he bit his lip. Pleasure looked so fucking perfect on him. I wanted to burn it into my memory forever—then I could relive it every time I shut my eyes. “Gonna come.”
I watched his face in awe as hot cum splattered across my chest and the bottom of my face, my eyes closing even though I didn’t want them to. But I guessed it was better than getting jizz in my eyes because a few drops did land on my nose and lashes.
If I’d thought Ezra had claimed me with his kisses, this was a whole new level of possession.
I liked it, though.
My tongue flicked out to taste some of his release. It was… salty… and something else too. Not my favourite thing but it could have been worse. And I was sure I’d get used to it. Or I could have him come down my throat where I couldn’t taste it. Ha ha, science!
Ezra let out a deep, pleased growl and the bed shifted as he lay down beside me, peppering my face with kisses. “Good boy,” he whispered. “You look so good like this. Love seeing you all messy. Gonna have to keep you covered in cum, I think.”
“And full of it?” I asked, twisting my head enough so I could find his mouth.
“Yes, puppy. Full of it too.”
He kissed me again and I sighed happily, feeling more relaxed and sated than I’d ever felt after sex before.
Yeah, I was definitely gay.
Like super fucking gay.
It felt like something inside me had finally unlocked, like I was finally getting started. And now I had a whole fucking list I wanted to explore with Ezra.
I just had to work out where to start.