Chapter Seventeen #2
Ezra was right—I’d always liked having things in my mouth. It was comforting and calming, but I couldn’t explain why. But having his thumb there, resting on my tongue while I sucked it, felt so fucking good it made my stomach flip and my cock drip precum, my hips jerking desperately.
Fuck, if I wasn’t careful, I’d come in my pants again. And then I’d either have to go home commando or in sticky underwear.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? Such a pretty, wet, eager mouth. Do you want more?” he asked, his low voice making me shiver. I moaned and nodded, sucking his thumb harder as saliva dribbled out of my mouth. “Is that a yes, puppy? Want me to give you something else to suck?”
“Yeah,” I said, the word muffled around his thumb. Fuck, if he was going to suggest sucking his cock, I might pass out. I’d wanted to try it for ages, and it was one thing I was desperate to explore.
“Good boy. Would you like to suck my cock? See if you like how it feels to have your mouth full?”
I moaned loudly. “Yeah. Want that.”
“Then get on your knees for me, baby. Let’s see how well you take cock.”
Fuck me. Was I dead? I thought I might be.
I would be if he kept saying things like that.
His thumb slipped from my lips as I slowly knelt down beside the desk in front of him, opening my mouth and looking up at him pleadingly.
Ezra groaned as he palmed the bulge in the front of his trousers, his eyes dark and hungry and full of desire as he gazed down.
I didn’t think anyone had ever looked at me like that before, and it was fucking intoxicating.
I wanted him to look at me like that all the time.
He glanced over at the office door and growled. “Stay there, don’t move,” he said as he strode over to it and threw the lock across, the click echoing through the empty space. Luckily, there was no glass in the door, so nobody would be able to see us, and the blinds were all closed. We were alone.
Or as alone as we could be inside the club.
Ezra stopped in front of me and began to loosen his belt, flicking the button on his trousers open and sliding the zip down.
I straightened my spine and tipped forward so I could get closer, licking my lips as he reached inside his underwear to pull out his dick, stroking it slowly as he angled the head down towards me.
Years in dressing rooms and sharing rooms with teammates meant I’d seen plenty of dicks before, because nobody I’d played with was afraid of getting their kit off, but seeing Ezra’s was different.
It wasn’t the first dick I’d wanted to suck, but it was the first one I’d get a chance to and excitement was bubbling wildly in my stomach.
There was a tiny bead of precum on his slit, the mushroom head fat and soft looking where his foreskin had rolled back. His shaft was thick but in a nice-looking way, not in a never going to fit kinda way. I’d seen a few dicks that were that big and I had a lot of questions.
I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue over my bottom lip, letting out a pleading whine. His cock was so close to me, and I needed to taste him.
“Look at you,” Ezra said, his voice so warm it felt like stepping into a bath after a cold match.
“Such a needy puppy. But such a good one too. Being on your knees suits you. I think I’ll put you there more often.
” I groaned and leant closer as Ezra guided his cock towards me, his hand resting on the top of my head, using my hair to gently tilt my head up so my attention was on his face.
“Take it slowly. Don’t rush. I don’t want you to gag.
And don’t pretend you won’t unless you’ve been practising on dildos.
And don’t worry about making a mess. We can clean you up afterwards. ”
I was tempted to ask if that meant just my face or my boxers too, because there was a real chance I’d come in them again, but I didn’t want to delay my first dick sucking with endless questions.
The head of his cock brushed against my tongue and I groaned, a heady rush of desire flooding me. Ezra pushed his dick slowly between my lips and I closed my mouth obediently, immediately loving the way it felt. I gave him a tentative suck and moaned at the feeling of bliss settling into my body.
This was everything I’d been searching for. All those fantasies, all those moments of wondering, all those stolen thoughts… all of them had led me to this, but none of them was even close to the reality.
I sucked him a little harder, another groan slipping from my throat as he pushed a little further into my mouth, stretching my lips. I took a deep breath to revel in the scent of him, moaning around him because there was something intoxicating about it.
“That’s it,” Ezra said as I took more, savouring the weight of his cock on my tongue. “Fuck, baby, I wish you could see yourself. You look so fucking pretty with a cock in your mouth. Fucking made for it. Do you like it?”
I nodded and groaned enthusiastically, spit dripping out of the corner of my mouth.
My eyes were wet with tears as I bobbed my head, trying to remember anything from the blow jobs I’d had or the hundreds of hours of porn I’d watched that might be useful.
I definitely wasn’t going to be the dick-sucking god I wanted to be, but that was what practice was for.
After all, I didn’t get to be as good a rugby player as I was without time, effort, and hard work. I’d simply have to apply all those skills to learning to suck cock.
Ezra guided me gently, soft words of praise filling my ears as I tried my best to get him off. I added my hand to the base of his shaft, creating a hot, wet tunnel and delighting when it made him groan.
I didn’t know how long I was on my knees, because I wasn’t focused on the feeling in the rest of my body apart from my dick, but I was pretty sure I was starting to get pins and needles in my calves when Ezra gently began to fuck my face.
Which was fair because we didn’t want to get caught.
And it was hot as balls, so I wasn’t going to complain.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, voice deep and deliciously sexy. “I’m getting close. Want me to come in your mouth or in my hand?”
I couldn’t really answer him without pulling away, and I wasn’t doing that. So I hummed and sucked him deeper, hoping that would give him the right idea. After all, I could have easily pulled away. I just didn’t want to.
“So good for me, such a good boy… fuck, take it all for me. That’s it…
fuck, Danny, gonna come in that pretty mouth!
” Ezra’s cock throbbed and pulsed on my tongue as he bit back a groan, cum filling my mouth and shooting down my throat.
It caught me a little by surprise, so even though I tried to swallow, I pulled back with an open mouth, making half of it drip down my chin.
“Shit, mmm, you look good like this,” Ezra said slightly breathlessly as he ran his thumb across my face. “Stay there. Let me get you a tissue.” He turned and grabbed some out of a box on a nearby desk, crouching down in front of me to wipe my chin. “How’re you doing? Did you like it? Or not sure?”
“So good,” I said, wondering if it was too soon to ask when we could do it again. My hand pressed into my crotch, where my own erection waited impatiently, and I let out a needy whine at the rough burst of friction. “Ezra!”
“Do you need something, puppy?”
“W-Wanna come,” I said. “I’m so horny now.”
He chuckled fondly. “So desperate, aren’t you. Bet it won’t take you long to come at all, will it?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said, carefully helping me to my feet and letting me lean against the desk as my feet tingled. “Do you need a minute?”
“No! Now!”
“One day I’m going to teach you patience,” he said as he tugged my joggers and underwear down around my thighs, finally wrapping his hand around my dick and making me gasp. “One day, puppy, I’ll teach you that you won’t always get everything you want.”
I tipped forward and groaned into his shoulder as he stroked me hard and fast, sending me hurtling towards my orgasm at the speed of light. “You’d get so wound up, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be able to come untouched too. Just on my cock or my fingers. Fuck, I bet you’d look so sweet like that.”
I gasped out as I came, my release catching me by surprise as I pumped cum all over his fingers, bliss enveloping me as my body tingled deliciously. Or maybe that was the result of kneeling on the floor for so long. Either way, it was good.
“Well done,” he said, kissing the side of my head. “Feel better now?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can think at all.”
“You did such a good job. I love when you come for me, Danny. You always sound so good.” Another kiss and I breathed in deeply, not wanting this moment to end.
But it would have to, because I had to go to Charlie’s. I’d be thinking about this all night, though.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked, turning my head slightly so I could kiss Ezra properly. Because I needed a proper kiss.
“Not much,” he said. “You can message me later and tell me what happened.”
“Thanks.”
“And if it’s truly horrible, you can send me an SOS and I’ll call you faking an emergency.”
“Oh yeah, pretend to be Gaz from number forty-two. You can say my grandad’s in trouble with Tracy again. I’ll know what that means.”
“I’m going to need to hear that story,” he said with a chuckle as he kissed me and slowly pulled back to grab more tissues. “Who is Tracy and why do she and Grandad have beef?”
I grinned as I took a tissue from him, feeling a bit less like I was about to head to my doom.
“All right, for this you have to know the full story, and it begins back in, like, ninety-seven when my grandad was apparently trying to grow sunflowers. And I don’t know if this is true, because I wasn’t born, but he swears it happened. Anyway…”