“Carson?” Ezra’s voice was soft. “What’s happening right now?”
That’s the million-dollar question. “We’re dancing, boo.”
“No, it’s not just dancing. It’s...different,” he whispered as his fingers dug into my belt loops.
I worried my lip between my teeth. “Do you hate it, princess?”
“I’m afraid that if we take this to another level, and it doesn’t work out, I might lose my best friend,” he confessed. “I can’t have that happen again.”
I tipped his head up. “Best friends love one another for life, remember?”
“I remember,” Ezra whispered.
Of course, he did. He was the one who came up with that.
“You’re really good, Ez. Good at taking control and making me get all lost in these thoughts that I never knew I had before. That video, it was so hot, and it made realize how virginal I was.”
“Virginal?”
“You know what I mean. I just...I liked the dirty talk.”
Ezra’s eyes darkened. “You like that, Carson?”
“It was hot as hell,” I told him.
“You want me to do that again, baby?” Ezra purred. “You got into it after a little while. It just seems like you need a little encouragement first.”
I did. It just took a little time to convince me.
“I loved it. Yeah, give me that filthy fucking mouth.”
I squeezed his chin, and Ezra groaned when I slid my lips over his. When I released him, he grabbed my hand to pull me over to the oversized couch, where he gestured for me to sit down. Then he was in my lap, his mouth on mine, and I was gripping that perfect round ass of his in my hands.
“God, your hands.” He whimpered. “I love them on me. I want them everywhere. They’re so big, calloused, and firm.”
I nipped at his bottom lip. “Tell me.”
“I want your fingers in my ass, Carson. You think you could do that for me?”
Ezra dragged his tongue around the outside of my lips before he shoved it between the seam to wrestle with mine. He moved his hips to get closer to me, and I felt his hard cock pressed against mine.
I wasn’t used to having such an aggressive partner. Usually, the men I was with wanted it to be me, and, for the most part, I tried. But Ezra was different, so wild, so dirty, and I loved it.
“How many?” I groaned.
“Three, or sometimes four. Baby, the burn makes it feel so good. Fuck, I want it.” He shoved his hand between us to cup my cock. “Someone’s ready for another round.”
I groaned at his touch. “It’s all you.”
“Is it?” Ezra squeezed me gently before his hot mouth began to wander down to my neck. “I think it’s your curiosity, baby. About what I do and what you saw. Would you like to see more videos?”
I growled at the thought. “What...what kind of videos?” I saw red at the thought of him with someone else. “No, no, I don’t.” I grabbed his shoulders to pull him back. “You’ve recorded yourself with others.”
“Carson, that’s not what I meant.”
“I can’t do this right now. Get up.”
When Ezra was off my lap, I stood up and moved over to the bay window.
