He turned to look up at me, pupils blown out, and his mouth open. “Kiss me.”
I covered his mouth with mine, sliding my tongue between his lips. Ezra’s small body trembled. He whimpered and groaned as I fucked him with just my fingers. His ass was hot and tight, wrapped around me. What would it be like if it were my dick? It wasn’t like I hadn’t been with others, but this was Ezra, the one man I loved more than anything. There was no denying the attraction and desire the two of us had discovered we shared, but he had always said he wasn’t the marrying or settling down type. Could he change for me? Would he want to?
A low rumble began to make its way up his chest and into his throat, then Ezra clawed at the tile in front of him, painting it with ropes of cum as he came. I wrapped my free arm around his waist to keep him from falling, and when I was sure he was done, I slipped my fingers from inside him and held him tightly against me.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I could feel Ezra’s heart racing in his chest as his hands came up to grip my arm.
“So good,” he murmured. “God, Carson.” He titled his head to look up at me with a big smile on his face. “You have magic fingers.” He twisted around so that he was facing me, those big brown eyes, framed with thick, long lashes, staring up at me. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, princess.”
“With my mouth?”
When I nodded, Ezra dropped to his knees in front of me. His wet auburn hair was matted to his head, and he pushed it out of his eyes, then gripped my cock with his small hand. He dipped his head, and I was a goner.
“You’re so perfect, CC,” he whispered before he dragged his tongue over the tip, gathering the water and precum into his mouth.
My head fell back as Ezra’s hot mouth engulfed me all the way down to the root.
“Fuck, Ez,” I groaned.
I wanted to see—no, Ineededto see what his pretty lips looked like stretched around me. When I glanced down, his eyes were glued to my face. One slim hand wrapped around my length as he bobbed up and down. I reached down to thread my fingers through his hair.
Droplets of water clung to his lashes as spit gathered around the corners of his mouth. I gripped the wet strands of his hair to keep a slow, steady rhythm as energy burned between my hips, riding low on my spine.
“Princess, fuck, I’m so damn close,” I warned.
I tried to fight my release, but the suction of his mouth was too much. I came with a shuddering cry, my free hand coming up to press against the wet tiled wall next to me as Ezra sucked me dry. When he popped off me, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart.
My best friend didn’t say a word as his arms slipped around my waist and buried his face into my chest. When I tried to force him to look at me, he shook his head. This couldn’t be good.
“Ez, the water’s getting cold.”
“Don’t care. Need snuggles,” he mumbled.
“Let me just turn the water off.”
“If I let go, you’ll leave, and I’ll be alone again.”
Well, that was a lie. “Boo, that’s not going to happen. You know why?”
Ezra peeked up at me with those big doe eyes. “Best friends love one another for life?”
“Exactly,” I told him.
He dropped his arms, and I turned off the water, then folded him against me and heard the happy sigh he released. I realized that must be how he felt after he had other men here with him. I tried to shake the images from my mind. Ezra’s plump lips wrapped around another dick. His eyes glued to his as he watched them the way he had done with me. I know it wasn’t the same, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
Fingers dug into my hips. “Carson?” Ezra’s voice was soft. “We should dry off and get dressed before we freeze to death.”
I tipped his head up before I released him to brush my lips over his. “Yeah, princess. Then we’ll go to bed.”
Once we were in our pajamas and settled into Ezra’s bed, I tugged him into my arms. “You always smell so good,” I murmured into his hair. “I mean, since I can remember. Like cinnamon.”
“It’s the lotion I use.”
“Is it now?”
