Chapter Twenty-Two
Danny
As soon as I’d heard the words come over, I’d known there was nowhere else I wanted to spend my evening.
Fuck recovery and stretching and relaxing and everything else I’d normally do after a match. I’d survive without it. But I wouldn’t survive without knowing what it felt like to have Ezra’s cock inside me.
“Please,” I said, gazing up into his eyes hopefully. “I don’t want to wait any longer. And you said you’d give me a reward! This is what I want, and since I played so well, I should get to decide what it is.”
Ezra let out a low chuckle, the sound going straight to my dick. “Who said that? Surely, if I’m the one giving out the reward, I get to decide what it is?”
“But what if it’s something I don’t want? I want to choose.”
“Don’t be such a brat,” he said, a fondness to his words that made my chest fizzle weirdly.
“Yeah, but you like it when I’m a brat.”
“Perhaps. That doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you want.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to fuck me?
” I stepped back slightly and turned, like I was going to walk away, but made sure I kept my eyes locked on his, grinning the whole time.
“Huh, and there was me thinking you’d been thirsting over my arse in shorts all afternoon, desperate to see what’s under them. ”
Ezra raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Are you really going to try that, puppy?”
“I’m not trying anything.”
“It’s lucky you’re adorable,” he said, gesturing his head towards the door to his building. “Come on, let’s go inside. Maybe if you’re good you’ll get your reward.”
“Pfft, I’m always good,” I scoffed as I quickly followed him inside.
“I’m sure you are.”
“I don’t think you believe me.”
“That’s because I don’t,” he said as he unlocked his front door, giving it a shove with his shoulder to make it open. “Remember your tantrum at training?”
“Yeah, but that was totally justified. You were winding me up! If anything, you were responsible for it.” I slipped my trainers off and stretched, knowing my tank top would ride up to show off my stomach and the waistband of my underwear.
They weren’t the same ones I’d worn for the match, obviously, but they were the same style.
Ezra raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Are you really going to blame me for your behaviour?”
My stomach squirmed as I grinned, my dick chubbing. Pushing his buttons was fun, and I really wanted to know what would happen if I kept doing it. “Maybe,” I said, attempting a casual shrug. “If you hadn’t kept teasing me, I wouldn’t have been so wound up. Then I might have been good.”
Ezra chuckled, stepping into my space and putting his hand on my jaw, drawing my eyes up to meet his. “I know what you’re doing, Danny.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re trying to push my buttons. You want to know what I’ll do.”
“And if I am?”
“You won’t like what happens.”
“Maybe I will,” I said defiantly. “You keep threatening all these consequences, but I haven’t seen any yet. I think you like me winding you up. I bet you think it’s cute.”
Ezra’s eyes were full of amusement as he leant down, brushing his lips across the shell of my ear. “Careful, puppy. You’re playing with fire.”
I laughed, my whole body full of buzzing energy. Similar to how I felt before a big game, but a thousand times more intense. “Oooh, spank me, Daddy,” I said teasingly. I was desperate for him to react, to do something.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his other hand snaking around my waist to grab my arse. “Do you want me to spank you? I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He tapped my butt—not hard, but it was enough to make me moan, the sensation sending a wave of unexpected pleasure through me.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, puppy?” Ezra continued, smacking my butt again. It wasn’t anything more than a light slap, but I still groaned, my cock hardening so quickly it almost made me lightheaded. “Such a needy, naughty boy. Next time, all you have to do is ask.”
He smacked me again and I gasped, my hips jerking as I tried to find any sort of friction.
But Ezra had moved his leg away, angling his body in a way that meant I could only hump the air in front of me.
“Maybe next time I’ll put you over my knee, turn that pretty arse of yours all red.
And if you’re a good boy, then I’ll consider letting you come. If not, you’ll have to wait.”
“That’s… fuck, that’s not fair!”
“Isn’t it?”
“No!”
He chuckled darkly. “Who said anything about fair, baby?” He smacked me again and I grabbed the front of his shirt as I groaned loudly, my cock dripping precum into my underwear.
Fuck, at this rate they’d be soaked by the time he took them off.
What was it about Ezra that had me leaking like a fucking tap?
“I… I… It’s… uughh…” I tried to object but I couldn’t make the words form on my tongue. I wanted to tell him that he was being a dick and that I should get what I wanted because I was too sexy to deny. But all I could manage were desperate moans and needy whines.
“You make such pretty sounds,” Ezra said as he rubbed my arse and grabbed my cheeks. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I fuck you.”
“P-Please,” I said. “Want it now.”
“Mmm, I suppose you did play very well today. And you’ve been very good while I play with you.
” He smacked me lightly again to emphasise his point.
“You can have your reward.” I groaned and turned my head to press desperate kisses to his neck, my fingers trying to rip open the front of his shirt.
“Are you going to say thank you, puppy?”
“Thank you,” I said with a needy gasp.
“Good boy.” He drew my mouth towards him and kissed me deeply, his tongue caressing my lips. “Tell me honestly, how much anal play have you done before?”
“I mean, I’ve fingered myself a bit.”
“How many have you taken?”
“Only like one or two.”
“Anything else? Any toys?”
I shook my head. “No. I thought about ordering one but I haven’t.
I was, er, I wasn’t sure what to get and there were a lot of choices.
And I… I kinda had this fear that someone else would see it.
” It sounded ridiculous now I’d said it out loud, because it wasn’t like anyone else was going to open my mail or go snooping through my bedroom.
And even I wasn’t naive enough to think something like that was going to be delivered in a box with the words Sex Toy Inside or Contains Massive Dildo stamped along the side.
“If you want one, I can help you pick one,” he said. “And if you’re worried about someone seeing the box, you can have it delivered here. Then I can help you try it out before you take it home.”
“Thanks. That’d be… yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good, we can choose one later.” He kissed me again. “You don’t have any plans for the rest of the evening, do you?”
“No, why?”
“Because if you’ve not done a lot of anal play, I am going to take my time opening you up for me. Finger fuck you until you’re begging for more, maybe even let you come on them so you’re nice and relaxed.”
“But I’ll still get your dick, right?”
“As long as you’re not sore and you still want it, then yes, I’ll give you my cock.”
I frowned, nerves suddenly prickling my skin. “Is it gonna hurt?”
“It might be a little uncomfortable to start with,” he said.
“But it might not. That’s why we’re not going to rush.
” He kissed me deeply. “Your first time is not the time for a quickie. You’re not fourteen in a tent.
” Another kiss, unexpectedly soft and tender.
“I want you to enjoy this, Danny, and I want you to feel like you’re in control of the experience.
If you’re not enjoying it at any point, we can stop.
You don’t get points for pushing through or forcing yourself to keep going, okay? ”
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said, surprised at how much care he was taking. But it shouldn’t have shocked me. Because Ezra had taken care of me from the moment we’d started this, prioritising my comfort and pleasure above everything else. I just hadn’t noticed it until now.
Did that mean something? Or was it only because Ezra wasn’t a complete dick?
This thing we were doing wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a casual experimentation, but at the same time, I didn’t think I’d be comfortable doing it with anyone else. Ezra wasn’t just some hot, older, experienced man I wanted to fuck around with. He was different… more…
I couldn’t explain it, and right now I didn’t want to.
Any kind of self-examination could wait until later. After he’d fucked my brains out.
I kissed Ezra slowly, the desperation in my chest cooling slightly. I still needed him, but it didn’t feel like I’d explode if he didn’t touch me right this second. It was more like this intense, burning desire that had engulfed me completely.
We made our way towards his bedroom, stopping every other step to kiss, our hands slowly roaming over each other’s bodies and trying to remove whatever clothing we could get hold of.
My tank top was the first to hit the floor, then my shorts, followed by Ezra’s shirt, because I’d finally managed to undo the fucking buttons.
His trousers were the next to go because of his belt, and I was starting to wonder if I could mandate Ezra wearing other things to work because they were such a pain to get him out of.
Even if he did look hot as fuck.
“Very nice,” Ezra said as he gently pushed me towards the bed, his eyes roaming hungrily over me as I stood there in my pants. They were small bright red skintight boxer briefs. “Are these similar to the ones you were wearing earlier?”
“Yeah, do you like them?” I asked, turning around so he could see the words written across my arse: Bite Me.
“Very much. They suit you.”