3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
E zra had gone into the sensory play class at Whipped, expecting to learn.
He hadn’t expected to be paired with an adorable newbie and a sexy sub.
He especially hadn’t expected Sloan’s offer to hook up after. However, he’d spent the last hour tracing every inch of that gorgeous body, and he was horny as fuck. Finding a guy comfortable with his parts was an extra win. Half the time when he went on dates, he left disappointed, but the hunger in Sloan’s eyes promised an unforgettable time.
While they were in their class, Fin had closed the coffee shop, so the upstairs of Whipped was already dimmed. Walking here after hours made his skin prickle. Not like he ever relaxed his guard, but anywhere the shadows slunk, he watched with keener eyes .
“Where do you want to go?” Ezra chewed on his bottom lip. He hadn’t driven here but taken public transit, so they couldn’t jump into his car.
“What about your place?” Sloan asked. Ezra’s chest sank. Not that he hadn’t brought hookups home before, but most folks in San Francisco didn’t want to trot out to his neighborhood in Oakland. It wasn’t necessarily considered safe.
He stepped outside, and the brisk wind curled around his bare arms. The air was loaded like a pistol, with a heaviness that percolated through his veins. His blood pumped hot, and the craving for a little risk, a little danger, rose in him. Character flaw, maybe, but he’d been born for pushing back. For challenging the status quo. For assessing the consequences and then tossing them out the window.
“I’ve got a better idea. If you’re interested?”
Sloan lifted a brow. “If you think I’m going to toddle after you to an undisclosed location, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Ezra’s lips curled. He liked how direct and sharp this man was. “Whipped has a great alley behind it. Completely out of view from the street.”
Sloan’s eyes gleamed. “What a gentleman.”
“Never claimed to be.” Ezra’s grin sharpened as he let go of his hand. He could just as easily go home and take care of his horniness, but Sloan was too great a temptation to pass up. He wanted more time in his presence, even though he couldn’t tell why. Maybe the electricity that had zipped through him the first moment he touched the guy or maybe the polarity of Sloan’s charisma and the occasional way he froze, like a rabbit ready to bolt.
Fucking intriguing.
Sloan licked his lips. “Damnit, why’s that even hotter? ”
Ezra walked backward into the alley. He hooked his hands into his pockets. “You going to join me, or should I embark on this solo?”
“Well, now you’ve got my pity. While alley sex is hot, jacking off in an alley is just creepy.” Sloan took the first steps forward to follow him, and Ezra couldn’t help the accelerated thump, thump, thump of his adrenaline. Night blanketed San Francisco, and the alley beside the building spilled out with inky shadows. Some days, he wanted to be far, far away from all of it, but others, the darkness formed a steady beat within him.
Tonight was one of those nights when the cravings itched a little more. The desire to run grew a little deeper.
When he needed to grasp onto any tether he could.
He stepped into the back alley, which was narrow and dark. The view from the street on either side was so far away he didn’t worry about the casual onlooker. Especially with how the shadows melded around them as if offering an embrace. The scent of gasoline and asphalt tickled his nose, familiar and welcome. He found a spot along the brick wall and turned to face Sloan.
Back here, the shadows carved Sloan’s features even sharper, highlighting his gorgeous cheekbones and the gleam of his pretty eyes. They were surrounded by the velvet dark, and Ezra’s pulse ticked up a few notches.
“So, you need something to suck on, sweetheart?” He reached a hand out to Sloan.
Sloan took a step forward and another and placed his hand in Ezra’s.
Ezra pulled him close. As much as he didn’t mind the occasional hookup, he didn’t like them impersonal or without intimacy. He drew Sloan in until their chests bumped together, the sensation still new enough to send a wave of euphoria through him. Fuck only knew top surgery hadn’t been in the cards when he was a teen .
“Yes, please,” Sloan said, his lips a breath away.
Ezra closed the distance between them. Sloan’s mouth was sweet and succumbed to him at once. He tasted like mint and desire, and Ezra couldn’t help but lap him up. Electricity sparked through his veins, as rare and wonderful as a thunderstorm in the Bay Area. From touch alone, he’d already gauged their chemistry, but this kiss confirmed it. Sloan was warm and alluring, and Ezra’s senses reeled as he sank into their kiss. He gripped the back of Sloan’s neck and took control.
It soothed him and melted Sloan in the same breath.
God, this man was as sweet as honey, and he’d be sinful to lick from head to toe. He wanted more time and space to spread him out on a bed and taste every inch of him. His heart beat fast as he sank against the cool brick behind him, the ache between his thighs growing fiercer. After the class, his T-dick was needy as fuck from getting to tease and touch Sloan for an hour straight and from watching Kai’s blushes and trepidation.
He pulled away from kissing Sloan, their breaths puffing between them. Sloan’s eyes widened, his thick lashes even darker back here. His mouth hung open the slightest bit, those lush lips full and decadent. God, this guy was beyond hot and seemed submissive to his core. After a lifetime of the worst possible luck, he’d finally stumbled upon some.
Though this chemistry between them was more than mere luck.
“Okay.” He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the ground in front of him. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
Sloan swore lightly. “Are you for real?”
Ezra’s mouth tilted in a smirk. “I should be asking you that.”
The cool air caressed the bare skin of his chest, and his nipples perked up, but ever since he started T, he ran hot anyway. Ezra unzipped his jeans and shoved them and his boxer briefs down midthigh in one go. His bottom growth jutted out, all flushed and needy, and goddamn, he was going to burst.
Sloan didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees, coming to crotch level with Ezra, and licked his lips like he prepared to feast. The gesture soothed nerves Ezra didn’t realize he had. He loved his body. That wasn’t an issue, but in the past, casual hookups had gotten tricky, and like shattered glass, they’d left their scars.
Ezra carded his fingers through Sloan’s hair. He’d noticed how the man had reacted to that in the sensory play class, and he was a quick learner. Sloan’s slacks bulged with the tent from his cock.
“Pull yourself out, sweetheart,” Ezra commanded. “You’re coming tonight, whether it’s while you blow me or when I take care of you afterward.”
Sloan bit his lower lip as he stared up, his eyes wide and blissed out, like he sailed toward subspace. He complied, the sound of his zipper echoing through the cool alley. A second later, Sloan had wrangled his cock from the pocket of his jock, and he gave it a stroke. Ezra settled his back against the rough brick, the sting sinking in there, and he tugged Sloan by the hair toward him.
Once Sloan’s hot mouth landed on his T-dick, Ezra grew close to combusting. He sucked in a sharp breath, almost pulling Sloan off so this didn’t end right as it began. He managed to yank himself from the brink, though, as Sloan slurped and sucked at him with an earnest fervor that lit him up. Fuck, this man was sexy as sin, and his mouth was total heaven. The way he looked on his knees was a revelation.
Sloan’s eyes had fluttered shut, those ink-stain lashes on full display against his skin, and the bliss that relaxed his features told Ezra all he needed to know. Sensory play clearly did it for the guy in a big way, and he probably lived for getting bound and stuffed. Just a hunch, but given Sloan’s reactions most likely accurate. The idea of that sent a sinful thrill through his body, pure electricity.
Sloan pressed his tongue against his T-dick, and Ezra panted. Sweat prickled along his temples, his chest, his thighs. Any relief to the ache building there throughout class was beyond welcome, and this man’s mouth was perfection. If Ezra weren’t shit at poetry, he’d write a goddamn sonnet about it. His dark blond hair slid like silk between his fingers, and how he barely came up for breath mesmerized Ezra. The sight alone had him close to the edge.
Sloan’s legs were spread, and he shuttled his hand up and down, working himself over. Ezra breathed in the scents of the city, all metal, grit, and concrete. He tipped his head back against the alley wall, the brick digging deeper into his backside as he braced himself against it. Fuck, this man had a magic mouth.
Sloan placed one hand on his hip to steady himself but continued his onslaught on Ezra’s T-dick. Ezra didn’t restrain his hips but bucked against Sloan’s mouth with short thrusts. Thrills rippled through his spine with every one, and the intensity and the pressure built and built and built. Goddamn. Sloan slurped and sucked with a desperation that was real. Ezra gripped his hair tighter and rode his face. Based on the way Sloan’s lashes fluttered, he liked that a whole damn lot.
The responsiveness of this man made his fantasies run rampant. He was worth far more than a single class and hookup after, and Ezra’s curiosity was officially kindled.
“You’re such a good boy,” he purred out as he rocked against Sloan’s eager mouth.
“Mmph.” Sloan launched back into sucking on his dick with even more fervor, not seeming to give a fuck that he was on his knees in the middle of an alley. The reality that they were out in the open, one glimpse away from danger, sent a thrill through Ezra’s spine. Maybe he was a little fucked up from how he’d grown up, but he craved the alertness that pushed him into overdrive.
“Look at you,” Ezra said. “You look perfect on your knees.”
Sloan pressed his tongue against his T-dick a little harder, and fuuuck. Pleasure burst through him fast and fierce. The intensity built up with every pass of his tongue, every nip and suck, and he was about to explode. Cool shadows slunk around him, and the distant sounds of honks and shouts filtered into his awareness. Even though there wasn’t any movement back here, that didn’t make him less vigilant.
“You going to come for me?” he asked. His breaths increased, harder and faster.
Sloan’s tempo didn’t abate. Ezra had spent the entire class restraining himself, but he definitely wouldn’t now. He tugged Sloan’s hair again and rode his mouth, taking what he needed. The tension grew so intense he felt it in his teeth. Sweat dripped down his forehead, even with the chilly air cooling his skin.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” Ezra thrust hard against Sloan’s mouth. Sloan kept his tongue pressed down on his T-dick, and that was all it took. One moment, he was a bundle of need bordering on painful, and the next, his orgasm rushed in with freight-train force.
Bliss flicker-flashed through his system, pure sparks that traveled to his extremities. He closed his eyes, and his tight grip on Sloan’s hair went lax. His T-dick still pulsed, the residual pleasure making him float away on sensation.
God damn .
Sloan didn’t draw away but kept sucking his oversensitive dick. Ezra returned to reality, considering they were still in the middle of an alley in the city. He ran a few fingers through Sloan’s hair, stroking him before he pulled back from his mouth.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s take care of you. ”
Sloan looked up, his blue eyes wide and a blissed-out expression on his face. “No need.”
Ezra glanced to the ground, Sloan’s deflated cock still in hand, and the puddle of cum on his shirt.
“Oh, shit.”
Ezra snorted. “I wouldn’t have given you mine if I was worried about it getting a little dirty.” Ezra reached a hand out for him and helped him up off his knees.
“This is more than dirty, though.” Sloan wrinkled his nose. “It’s fucking drenched.”
Ezra could tell him he’d taken the Muni with more questionable fluids on his shirt, but he didn’t want to scare him off. Between the time he’d come off a shift of work with someone’s brain matter still on his shirt and the day his brother had kicked the shit out of him and he’d been covered in his blood and his brother’s, he had such a colorful history that most wanted to keep their distance.
“Here.” Sloan peeled off his button-down. He still had a white tank on underneath that highlighted the sculpted torso he wanted to nip and taste. “Take this. You can give it back to me next time.”
Ezra arched a brow, honestly surprised. Who was this guy who not only didn’t bat an eye at him being trans but also went along with his back-alley hookup? “Next time can I take you out first?” Ezra asked, hedging my bets. After the electricity that had sparked between them from a mere meeting, he didn’t plan on letting this guy slip through his fingers.
“Deal.” Sloan flashed him one heartbreaker grin. God, this guy was fucking gorgeous.
Ezra’s heart thumped hard as he handed his phone over, the new contact screen open. “Give me your number, then. ”
Sloan took the phone and punched in his digits. The glow of the screen lit up his brilliant blue eyes and the slight smile on his face. “There. Shoot me a text so I have yours.”
“Only if you let me walk you to your car,” Ezra said, not quite ready for his time with Sloan to end, even if he didn’t have much more to offer for the night. Not like they could roll up to a restaurant like this.
“Do I look so dick-drunk I can’t walk?” Sloan teased and strode out of the alley.
Ezra kept pace, a grin lingering on his lips. “Maybe a little.”
Sloan smirked. “Between the class and then that, I’m in for a very mellow rest of the night. Pizza and a movie on my couch.”
The urge to ask for an invite leaped to Ezra’s lips, but he preferred to get to know people in increments rather than shoving into their territory all at once. Tossing your cards onto the table too early was an idiotic move.
“Okay, but what movie, because I’m prepared to judge,” Ezra said, keeping things light and easy. He’d gotten Sloan’s number, and he was soaking in these last few moments together before they parted ways. That would be enough.
“ Raiders of the Lost Ark , but judge away. I don’t care. It’s my comfort movie whether or not you approve.” Sloan stopped at a gray Subaru parked along the street. “This is me.”
“It’s a good movie. Honestly, I don’t have much place to judge, since I’ve been watching horrible B-horror movies from way too young an age.”
“ Killer Potatoes in Space ?” Sloan leaned against his car.
“Mmm, you joke, but the movie probably exists.” A pressure descended. This was clearly good-bye, except he wasn’t feeling the whole casual shrug and step-off like he did with most of his hookups. Sloan had lured him into his orbit, and he wasn’t keen on leaving .
Fuck it. He angled in and brushed his lips against Sloan’s. He melted into the kiss, pressing his palm against the car, pinning him there with his body. Sloan let out a little whimper that vibrated against his mouth. Ezra slid his tongue in, devouring him. Sloan’s mouth was hot and lush, and Ezra savored the taste for a moment more before pulling back.
“Have fun, sweetheart,” he murmured, close enough for Sloan’s breath to puff against his lips. “I’ll return your shirt on our date.”
With that, he stepped away and pivoted on his heel. Ezra brushed his fingertips to his lips, the tingle still evident there. As he turned the corner, heading for the light-rail station, the spell he’d been under since he arrived at Whipped drifted away, and weariness settled into his bones. The honks and shouts of the streets echoed around him, and his senses perked in alertness.
He pulled his phone out and shot Sloan a “Hey, cutie” text, so he had his number too. A few messages had come in during the class and after. The first one was from his fuckface brother, and he sure as hell wasn’t in the mood to read that. The only time the asshole messaged him was when he needed something, and Ezra had been out of fucks to give from an early age.
The second was from Meg.
Hey, Kai was asking if I knew any Doms who might be interested in training him. I’m full up when it comes to clients, but given that the two of you cotopped Sloan beautifully, I figured I’d let you know. Also, he gives off major switch vibes, in case that’s something that comes up.
Ezra stopped midstride. He might’ve lived in the area his entire life, but he’d gotten into the scene a few years ago. Sloan, he’d seen from a distance, but he hadn’t gone to a lot of public events or munches, so he hadn’t gotten the chance to know too many others besides Meg. She made herself accessible to anyone new in the scene, trying to scout out safety from the start.
He let out a low whistle. Kai had been fascinating and clearly attracted as fuck to Sloan, but he’d bolted fast after getting hit on. Probably not in the closet, or he wouldn’t risk coming to the class, but he was definitely reading as baby bi. Would Ezra be interested in getting up close and personal with him? Fuck yes.
Sloan flashed to mind, but they’d just started to explore. If interest in more with him picked up, Ezra could set other pursuits on the back burner. However, his curiosity was stoked, and he wasn’t about to back down now.
I’m in.