Chapter Nine
Carson
Imotioned for Ezrato step under the water and watched as it cascaded down his face and body. Fucked. I was so fucking fucked. Now that I had a taste of my best friend, I wanted more. I followed Ezra’s hands as he pushed his wet auburn hair back from his eyes and gave me an almost shy smile. His freckles were starting to show through the ugly bruises on his pretty face. It didn’t make up for the fact someone hurt him like that, but at least he was healing.
I reached for the shampoo just as my eyes zeroed in on the bottle next to it.
“Ezra,” I growled. “Why is there lube in here?”
When I turned to look at him, he shrugged.
“Sometimes I record stuff in here.”
“Stuff? What kind of stuff? With other people?With him?”
“Boo, no. Just solo stuff.” He leaned up to kiss me, but the look on my face must have told him something else because he stopped halfway and sank back onto his heels.
Neither one of us spoke as I tried my best to ignore the lube. I grabbed the shampoo bottle, popped it open, and squirted a little into my hand. Ezra smiled at me as I began to work it into his hair. His pupils dilated until his eyes were nearly black, and his cock poked me in the thigh. Yeah, we should have done this a long time ago. When he started to open his mouth, I covered it with mine. My soapy thumbs stroked his neck, and he groaned softly as our tongues slicked together. When I pulled back, he chased after me for more, but I shook my head.
“Please?” Ezra pouted. His hands slid up my chest to twist at my nipples. “I’ll be good.”
My painfully hard dick jerked against him. “Why don’t I believe you? You don’t even know the meaning of the word, do you, princess?”
“Yes, CC, I—Whoa.”
I pushed him back against the wall, and a gasp escaped him.
“You are so mad right now.”
I tilted my head. “What kind of solo stuff do you film in here?”
“Sometimes just my fingers, other times toys. Why? You want to watch?” he teased.
I narrowed my eyes. “No, you know damn well that I don’t want to watch. I’m not watching any more of your videos.” I reached for the lube. “Turn around.”
“Carson.” Ezra’s eyes flashed with want before he did as I told him. “Are you... What are you doing?” He glanced over his shoulder at me.
I honestly had no idea. I still hated the idea of people paying money to watch Ezra fuck himself, to make himself come. It had me so fucked up I wanted to show him how it should be. How goodIcould make him feel. ButcouldI do that? I pressed hot kisses over his shoulder and down spine as I popped the cap on the bottle of lube, then I smeared some on my fingers. Then I pushed his cheeks open to slide one digit inside his hot, needy center and groaned as he engulfed me.
“Holy shit, CC.” Ezra pushed back. “More.”
I raised a brow. “You’re not calling the shots here. This is on my terms.” But I gave him what he wanted. I shoved in another one, and then a third, because I remembered what he said he liked.
“Oh god, oh my god,” he whimpered.
I watched, heavy-lidded, while he slid up and down my fingers to get himself off. My fingertips brushed over that spongy spot deep inside him, and he made sounds I had never heard before. It made my aching cock beg for attention. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Watching my best friend get off on me.
I moved so that my mouth was against his ear. “Talk dirty for me, princess. You think you can do that for me right now?”
Ezra nodded as he pushed back against me.
“Yes, Carson, fuck. It feels so good having your finger shoved inside of me. I want it so bad. More, I need more. Fuck me with your thick fingers. Spread me open. Make me come screaming your name. Make it hurt.”Jesus Christ.
“Do you think you could come just like this?”
Ezra let out a low whine, and I saw tears in his eyes as he nodded his head. “Y...yes.”
I groaned as I pressed my hard-on against his hip and licked his ear. “That’s so damn hot.” I nipped at the soft skin of his earlobe. “Watching you like this, the sounds you’re making.”
