“Holy—Ezra,” I stuttered.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the dance floor.
This was a huge mistake. We had crossed so many friend boundaries tonight. I never should have let him kiss me like that, but all I wanted was to do it again. The way his tongue felt inside my mouth. My dick liked that memory so much it knocked against my zipper, and when Ezra shoved me into a chair in a dark corner and climbed up into my lap to kiss me again? I whined loudly into his mouth.
“CC,” he whispered as he peppered hot kisses against my lips. “Tell me to stop.”
Wait, was he not into this? Because it felt like he was. Ezra’s hand dug at my hair so hard it hurt.
I grabbed his wrists. “Only if you want to stop.”
“I don’t. That’s why I need you to tell me to.” His big, dark eyes searched mine.
“Don’t stop.”
Then Ezra was sucking on my neck, his teeth biting into my skin to the point I knew he was leaving marks. I wanted him to. I wanted to remember this night for days. When I palmed at his dick with my hand, his eyes rolled back, and a soft moan escaped his lips before he batted my hand away.
Ezra’s heated gaze locked on mine. “You first.” He smirked.
I was surprisingly calm as his hands roamed over my stomach before he reached for the button on my jeans. When I didn’t stop him, he popped it open, pulled down the zipper, and slipped his hand inside. I wrapped my arm around his waist to make sure he didn’t fall from my lap.
I hissed when Ezra made contact with my hard length. “Oh, shit, fuck.”
I kept my eyes on him, the way his lips turned up into a smile when he caught me. His thumb slid over the tip, gathered the precum, and ran it down the side of my cock. Ezra slowly began to jerk me with his fist before his mouth came crashing down against mine, his free hand reaching up to grip the back of my head.
That’s it, boo, don’t stop. It feels so damn good. Your hand is magic on my cock.
Heat curled inside my belly as I fucked his fist. Ezra’s tongue slicked against mine, and he yanked on my hair, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. A low, soft growl grew inside my throat. I met Ezra’s heated gaze as I unraveled before him. Thick, sticky cum burst from my cock and shot into his hand just as I tasted copper in my mouth.
“Jesus Christ.” Ezra climbed from my lap once he pulled his hand from my pants.
I watched wide-eyed as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked each of them clean, one at a time. Then he kissed me again, his tongue lapping at the sting on my lip where he bit me.
“That was so fucking hot, CC.”
But then I saw it the second Ezra realized what we had done. I had just let him jerk me off, my best friend, in the middle of a dark club, and the shame was written all over his beautiful face.
“Ezra,” I reached for his hand, but he took a step away from me.
“You shouldn’t have let me do that.” He shook his head. “You shouldn’t...I shouldn’t have kissed you. We’re friends.”
I gripped his chin between my fingers. “Exactly, we’re best friends.”
“I’m sorry, CC. This was a mistake.” Ezra’s eyes flashed with guilt. “I have to go.”
Then he turned and fled from the corner he had dragged me into, leaving me by myself.
