Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“I thought you’d like them.” I crawled onto the bed, facing away from him on all fours, my arse in the air. I wiggled it teasingly, dropping my shoulders down so I could push it back even further, grinning to myself as Ezra let out a rumbling moan of appreciation.
His footsteps were heavy as he strode towards me.
I wasn’t sure what I’d thought he would do, but I hadn’t been expecting him to sink to his knees beside the bed, yank down my boxers, and bury his face between my arse cheeks.
My fingers clutched the sheets as all the air was forced from my lungs in one deep cry.
Ezra had eaten me out before, but tonight he was like a fucking man possessed.
Stars swam in my vision, my cock so hard I could feel my damn pulse in it. I didn’t think I could breathe but I must have been, considering all the noise I was making. I was vaguely aware of all the gasps and moans, but it sounded distant, like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.
His tongue licked and sucked my hole, flicking over the sensitive skin and sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me until I was almost crying.
“Ezra,” I wailed, trying to twist my head around to look at him. “It’s… fuck… I’m…”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling his mouth away, his voice rough but laced with concern.
“No! Don’t stop! I… More! I want more! But, I… fingers, want your fingers.”
He hummed and ran his fingers down my crack, tapping them on the wet, furled skin.
If he said something about stopping, I was going to fucking riot.
But all he said was, “Let me get some lube. But one day I’m going to eat this hole until you come.
I bet you could. You’re so fucking sensitive. It’s so hot.”
He kissed my thigh and then stood, muttering something under his breath about his knees, and I laughed as I twisted my head to look at him.
He’d finished stripping off when I was getting on the bed, and I loved looking at the toned lines of his body.
We needed to hit the gym together one day…
and maybe we could fuck in the showers afterwards.
“Laugh all you want, puppy. One day you’ll be like this too. Everything will hurt and you’ll miss the days you could get by on two hours’ sleep after spending half your night in club bathrooms and some guy’s shitty flat.”
I snorted. “You mean like the time I spend at your shitty flat?”
“Oh, trust me, this is nothing.” He rummaged in a chest of drawers that looked like it was about to fall apart and produced a fancy-looking bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
“Do we need those?” I asked. “You can’t get me pregnant.”
He shot me a look. “STIs are a thing, puppy. And unless you’ve been tested recently, we’re using them.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess I should do that.”
“Good boy,” he said as he walked back to the bed and sat down next to me, a teasing smirk on his face. “But good to know you’re desperate to be full of cum.”
My face flamed. “It’s hot,” I muttered.
“Mmm, it is.” He leant over and kissed me. “Just how much creampie porn have you watched?”
“Enough.” I grinned. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
“Impatient brat,” he said, shuffling onto the bed. “Come here. You can stretch out if you want, lie on your back and pull your legs up, or stay on all fours—whatever is comfortable. But I’m not kneeling on that shitty floor again.”
“Poor old man,” I said as I pivoted so I was facing away from him, still on all fours with my arse in the air. This position wasn’t only comfortable, it was safe… If I felt vulnerable, he couldn’t see me.
I gasped as Ezra smacked my arse again, my cock jumping and dripping precum onto the sheets. “Less of the old man,” Ezra said. “Or I won’t fuck you.”
“Yeah, you will,” I said, wiggling my arse at him. “You’ll want to put me in my place and show me that you’re not old.”
“Brat,” he said, the fond note returning to his voice as the bottle of lube clicked open. “Relax for me, baby, and bear down. It might feel a bit strange, but if it hurts or you want to stop, then say. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Such a good boy for me. I’m going to give you everything you need.” Slick fingers brushed over my hole as his other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly as he began to press one finger inside me.
I let out a long, slow breath. It burned a little, but it didn’t hurt. And it didn’t feel as weird as when I’d done it myself.
“That’s it,” Ezra said. “Doing so well, baby. Such a good boy. You’re going to look so gorgeous all stretched out and full of my cock. So perfect for me, Danny. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Yeah. Keep thinking about that bratty, wet mouth of yours, this tight, round arse, the way you look when you come, and how hot you are when you get all whiny and desperate. Mmm, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you making a mess in your boxers while you humped my leg.
Such a horny, needy little slut, aren’t you, puppy? ”
“Y-Yes! Messy little slut for you.” I groaned, my cock throbbing in his grasp as he slowly fucked me with his finger. “Keep thinking about you watching me.”
“Tell me.”
“I… Ah! Fuck!” He’d curled his finger and stroked over something that felt so fucking good I thought I was going to explode.
“That’s your prostate, baby,” he said. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Keep talking. I want to hear all those fantasies of yours.”
I nodded, my words coming out in a babble as he carefully pressed another finger into my hole, his other hand still on my cock.
“Think about you watching me, filming me, making me get myself off for you while you talk to me. Then you fuck me afterwards. And… fuck, I keep thinking about being under your desk. Sucking your cock while you work. Letting you use my mouth… f-fuck, would probably come in my pants again if you did that.”
“I bet you would,” he said. “And if you don’t, maybe I’ll let you hump my leg until you do. As long as you’re a good boy and suck me off first, swallow all my cum. And if you say please. Beg like the needy puppy you are.”
Fuck, that was hot. I wanted that so much.
“Want that,” I begged as sloppy sounds filled the air. “Want to be good for you. Want to make a mess for you. Please!”
I was already so close, the feeling of fullness in my arse giving me something I’d never experienced before. “So close, Ezra. Please! Don’t wanna come before you fuck me.”
He let go of my cock, his fingers pumping in and out of me. “In a minute, I promise. You’re already taking three fingers, baby. Your hole is as desperate as you.”
I fucking sobbed at the onslaught of pleasure hitting me from all sides—the praise, the stretch, the fullness, the way he called me his needy puppy. Fuck, I’d never wanted to be a slut for someone before, but for him, I’d do anything.
Slowly he pulled his fingers out, giving me a moment to breathe. I was vaguely aware of the ripping of a condom wrapper, but I was more focused on the way his hand was stroking my lower back as I sank into the bed.
“Do you want it like this?” he asked. “From behind.”
“Yeah,” I said weakly. “Fuck me, please.”
“Tell me if it’s too much?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
I exhaled slowly as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my arse, moaning softly as he began to fill me.
His cock felt different from his fingers, and fuck me, this was exactly what I’d needed.
Yeah, it was strange and it burned a bit, but those feelings quickly faded as he gave me a moment to adjust. He had one hand on my waist, the other still caressing my back.
“How’s that? Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, twisting my head to look at him. “It’s fucking perfect.”
“Good.” He leant forward and kissed me. It was awkward but heavenly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
He started slowly, barely more than a rock of his hips, but I still moaned. Every thrust was perfection, concrete proof that this really was everything I’d wanted.
Ezra gripped my waist tighter as he started to fuck me a little faster, a little harder, gently angling our bodies so his cock could hit that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. Fuck, this was exactly why I’d wanted someone experienced, because he was playing my body like a fucking violin.
I cried out, desperate moans and needy whines filling the air as Ezra praised me with every thrust, telling me how perfect I was, how tight, how hot, how much he loved hearing me… and how much he wanted me to come for him.
“Touch yourself, Danny. I want you to come,” he said, his voice rough and deep, and I loved knowing I’d done that to him.
I reached back between my legs to grasp my dripping cock, my balls already tight. It wouldn’t take much. I was already so fucking close…
My orgasm slammed into me without warning as I gave my dick a cursory stroke, my arse tightening around Ezra’s shaft as white-hot pleasure burned through me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and I had a vague memory of Ezra telling me that he’d give me the sort of sex I’d only dreamed of.
At the time I’d thought it was a lie, a fantasy.
How fucking wrong I’d been.
Every time we were together, he made me realise how much I’d been missing out on. And this was the icing on the fucking cake.
Ezra groaned as he fucked me, his cock slamming into me as he chased his release. “Fuck, baby, that’s it. You feel so good when you come, so fucking tight for me. Gonna fill you up.”
I gasped as I felt his shaft pulse as he came, wishing that cum was shooting into me instead of the condom.
His breathing was heavy and my limbs were shaking, sweat dripping down my skin.
I didn’t think my legs would appreciate the whole eighty minutes of rugby followed by the most mind-melting sex I’d ever experienced, but fuck it, it was worth it.
Ezra pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling bereft. I twisted around to watch him as he climbed off the bed to deal with the condom, flopping onto the bed because I could barely hold myself up.
He smiled at me as he stretched back out next to me, gently pulling me into his arms and kissing me slowly. “How’re you doing there? Feeling good?”
“Feeling amazing,” I said, crawling further into his embrace until we were tangled up together. “You were right. About the good sex thing. I’ve never… that was… yeah, that was fucking incredible.” I kissed him again, a new form of desperation filling my chest.
Now I’d experienced sex like that, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough.
I wanted Ezra to fuck me over and over until we were aching and exhausted.
I wanted him to show me everything I’d been missing, to make all my fantasies come true.
I wanted him.
“Can we do it again?” I asked as I climbed into his lap, my cock already trying to get hard again.
He grinned and shook his head. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”
“You’ve created a monster,” I said, wiggling in his lap as I kissed him again. “I want more.”
“I can’t fuck you again, not for a few minutes,” he said, chuckling when I pouted.
He tapped my nose teasingly. “Don’t pout, puppy.
I have a few things in my drawer you might like.
” He kissed me, hand reaching around to squeeze my arse.
“Want to try playing with a dildo? A small one. I don’t want you to get sore. ”
“Yes,” I said with a groan, bouncing on his lap and kissing him eagerly. “Give me everything. I want it all.”
He grinned and rolled me over onto the bed, pinning me underneath him as he kissed me hard. “Needy boy. Don’t worry, I’m going to ruin you.”
Yes, I thought.
Ruin me for everyone except you.