Chapter 17 JACQUES
I took care of Ezra the best way I knew how to, taking his mind off the world that appeared to be crumbling before us, and leaving the two of us on an island, slowly being chipped away at.
If this was the Titanic, we’d both be on that door, waiting for news that something was happening, except we weren’t in the middle of freezing water.
In fact, even though winter was coming, it was really warm in our underground apartment.
The bedroom was where I liked to take care of him. It was our space, our haven, and nobody could take that from us.
In bed, covered by blankets, a naked Ezra lay as if he were about to be photographed from above, and mentally, my eyes were capturing every moment of it.
With all that unlimited camera roll behind my eyes, I was making sure he knew I was capturing him—my hands making a rectangle shape like I was framing him up.
I walked around in my sweats, my bulge very visible and getting harder the longer I looked at him.
“Come on,” he giggled. “Get into bed with me.”
“And ruin this masterpiece,” I said, one eye winking until I shut it, playing into my cinematographer role, getting the angles from above, from all the sides. And Ezra just lay there, his eyes following me and his smile getting bigger the longer I took. “Look at my kitten, so precious and soft.”
“Daddy’s kitten,” he said, pouting. “Can I have some milk?”
“Daddy’s milk?” I asked, jumping onto the bottom of the bed with my knees. His legs flinched inwards, pulled up into his chest. “Oh, look at you, already prepared.”
He quickly let his legs down, and wrapped them around one of my legs.
His flexibility never ceased to amaze me, especially when it seemed like he was pushing it to the limit.
I grabbed one of his legs at the thigh, both my hands wrapped around his upper thigh, and pulled him out of the blankets.
He was chubbed up and trying to hide it from me like I hadn’t seen it before.
“It’s mine,” I told him. “You don’t have to hide it from me.”
“It’s a secret,” he giggled, so playfully.
“What’s a secret?” I asked, plying his hand away from his cock. I knew it wasn’t the fact he was hard, that was obvious. “You can’t keep secrets from me.”
He threw his arms up above his head and there it was, the secret. In his small amount of pubic hair, he’d trimmed the initial J into it. It was a little janky looking, but oh so adorable. I stared at it for a moment, making the rectangles with my hands again to frame him up nice for my memory bank.
“It was a supposed to be a surprise,” he said. “I wanted you on your back and then I’d sit on your chest and you’d see it.”
I glanced down at my sweats and the hair showing at the waistband. “Does that mean you want an E in mine?”
“It’ll be easier than a J. You know how hard it is to do a curve with the trimmer?” He reached down for his cock again and I pushed his hand away, shaking my head at him. “I wanna hide mine, you’ve still got clothes on,” he said.
“Well, I never said you had to keep your hands to yourself,” I said. “You’re always free to undress me, kitten. In fact, I think I’d prefer it.”
I lay on the bed for him, giving him the control he’d been craving, even if it was just another expression of his submission to me, undressing me slowly, softly, kissing the skin he exposed down my legs.
Sweats first, then my boxers, which were loose, tenting with my erection, and he knew just how to tease it with a gentle arm brush.
Ezra worked his magic mouth and tongue up and down my thighs like he was a kitten cleaning fur, the pet name now fitting.
He was trying his best to tease me, but it wasn’t really teasing me, it was occupying my mind, and that was all I needed right now.
Someone to keep my mind off the world that was burning around us, above us, and the manhunt for me, which I was grateful hadn’t forced the Bianchis’ into ratting me out.
“Does it tickle?” he asked, pawing at my cock, tenting in my boxers. He really was trying to be my kitten now.
“Yes,” I said, even if it was a little white lie. “Keep doing it.”
“No,” he said with a menacing grin.
“Oh, it’s do the opposite day?”
He giggled.
We’d been down here a while—time was only something we knew about because of the TV and the occasional reminder to sneak outside to get fresh air.
I didn’t want my sweet thing going insane, but maybe I wasn’t trying hard enough, because he was really doing everything he could right now to be different.
“Come on,” I said.
“No.” He jumped on me, pounding his body down on my abdomen, his hard dick slapping at his belly with every bounce. He ground himself down on me, his balls desperate to be in my mouth.
“Sit on my face, then.” It was what he wanted. I didn’t want him to say no again. The way he’d been so eager with his plan and refusal to show me that cute etching in his pubic hair.
“I get to decide,” he said, still beaming at me with his evil little smile. Possessed by horniness. “And I decide . . . I want to sit on your face.”
I smacked my lips, wetting them with my tongue. “Kitten, your seat is free. Let me please you with it.”
Ezra’s lightness and flexibility made it so that I could’ve grabbed him and maneuvered him at any moment without much effort or fuss.
I almost did, my hands itching to take absolute control, reclaim it from what I’d already offered up to him.
He did it himself, resting his knees on either side of my head, his ankles and legs hooked under my arms like I was an anchor point for him in case he was blown away, maybe by my amazing oral skills.
“I’m teasing you,” he giggled.
“You want me to stop that?”
He shook his head. “I like teasing you.”
My hands were on his lower back, supporting his decisions.
I didn’t really mind him teasing, or taking as long as he needed to.
All that really mattered was that he was having fun, and I was able to give him the space to play in our dynamic.
After all the roughness I’d been in my life—in control, angry almost—I needed everything Ezra had brought out in me, from the way he’d softened me and made me come more than any one-night stand or drunken fumble ever had.
Ezra had me eat his ass while he jerked himself, his delicate balls resting on the bridge of my nose every time he bore down with a little force.
My tongue worked a magic that had his thighs clenching around my face and him moaning my name, telling me faster, slower, as if his words controlled me, but it was his pleasure that controlled me.
I needed to see his vision, the one where I was playing with his balls in my mouth and had a view of the J etched into his hair.
It was another moment for my eyes to capture.
I blinked like snapping a photo. He continued to play with his cock, and in his excitement, his balls would move around, trying to escape like balls often did before coming—but I wasn’t letting him come so quickly.
“Enough teasing now,” I told him, grabbing him by the waist. “Are you going to deal with that problem?” My cock was leaking precum on the inside of my boxers. Hiking up my knees and letting them drop, I let him see how firm and structurally sound my cock was.
He giggled. “All you had to do was ask.”
“I was letting you entertain yourself,” I told him. “My body is your playground.”
Gulping hard, he nodded, hopping his little booty down the length of my body until he reached my boxers, my cock stopping him. It was pressed up tight against the fabric and his lower back. He wiggled his ass against it, and with one stern look, he pouted and move back down to my thighs.
“Good kitten,” I said, thrusting my hips and raising my knees slightly with him on them. “Suck it.”
Ezra wasted no time getting his mouth around my cock.
He went deep almost immediately, gagging on my cock as he pressed at it with his tongue, pulsating it against the underside, all the way up to the tip where he awoke some of its sensitivity.
His eyes on me, he looked for approval, looked for encouragement, and I gave both.
“Now sit on it,” I told him. “I want to see you bounce while you’re wearing my initial, and maybe I’ll get you something you can wear to show you’re mine.”
He nodded, biting his trembling bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t know what to get him, but I knew I needed something to show anyone who looked that he was mine. A bite came to mind, a tattoo, but I didn’t want that to go with the line of accusations that I’d kidnapped and controlled him—both partially true.
His ass was ready, and with just a little squeezing and moaning on his part, I was deep inside him.
Slow, gentle, he took control with the way he rode me, almost like he was spelling out the alphabet with the way he was moving.
I kept my hands on his hips, making sure my cock was deep in him at all times.
The view of my name, my ownership over him, had me resisting the urge to come, to end the fun.
I was fighting back the ultimate pleasure of an orgasm.
I’d give him anything, all he had to do was ask.
All he had to do was keep riding me like it was his duty in life.
All I had to do was keep myself controlled, composed, hands screwed on his skin, my property, as my hands in their gnarled knuckle grips moved around his naked body like I was assessing him.
Ezra came first, all across my chest. He leaned in, his chest against mine now, my knees rising to keep my cock buried deep in him, thrusting harder and faster, making sure to embrace the tightness of his hole in all his post-nut glory.
It was ultimate pleasure, and it came at a cost. I came inside him moments later while he was rubbing his chest to mine—making sure all his cum was soaked into my chest hair.
Kissing my neck, he whispered, “Love you.” It was whispered amongst things I’d done to him.
“Love it when you’re deep,” he said. “Love it when you fill me up.” I’d wrapped my arms around his back at this point and continued to pump my cock into him, even after coming.
His lips, his tongue, his teeth, he knew just where to use them to get me off.
“Love you more,” I said, finally letting go of him, my cock popping out of his ass. He moaned. I pushed his head back and forced my tongue into his mouth.
After making out for a while, Ezra rolled off me. “What are we going to do while we wait?” he mumbled. “I love having sex with you, but I’m bored.”
Turning on my side, I tucked my finger under his chin, guiding his head to turn for me. “Kitten,” I whispered. “You can do anything you want after we’ve got through the other side of this.”
He nodded, but there was a sadness in his eyes. I didn’t like seeing the sadness. “Maybe we could go back to Sugar Bay.”
“Maybe,” I said. “My smoker is there, and I loved those cupcakes you bought.”
“See,” he said, swatting a hand at my chest. “It was perfect there. And maybe not with fake names. I kept forgetting my other name.”
I let out a chuckle. “It’s your middle name.”
“Oh my god, you’re right.” He snorted, then clutched his stomach. “I think you really might’ve destroyed me.”
“You go deal with that,” I said, kissing him. “I’ll come join you when you turn the shower on.”
As I stared at the ceiling alone, I wondered how long we’d be here as well.
With my government name all over the news, and my face in the papers, I would need a forger if we were to leave before this entire thing was sorted.
I’d stopped communicating with Runa a couple of days ago, and the comms were in a faraday cage.
It was more of a pouch, and it contained the mobile phones we weren’t allowed to turn on.
Currently, all communication came through letters one of the Bianchi men brought down—I would only deal with the three brothers. I trusted them, but I didn’t trust any of their soldiers. They had little skin in the game, and a lot of them were opportunists.
The moment I heard the shower turn on, I stopped thinking and headed to the bathroom. It was time for steamy cuddles and Ezra using my body as his personal loofah. I wouldn’t have it any other way.