“Oh, shit.” His lids fluttered. “Please, please, Carson. I want...”
“Come for me, Ez, come on my cock,” I told him.
Ezra’s mouth fell open, and he came in thick spurts. His eyes rolled back as he called out my name. I watched as it landed against his chest, belly, and on me before I dragged my finger over his stomach to bring it up to his lips.
“Open for me.”
He didn’t hesitate, eagerly sucking his cum from my digits.
“Good boy.” I grinned before I came in a shuddering cry, filling him, then collapsed against Ezra, trying to catch my breath.
I stayed there for a moment as I gathered myself together until I realized I was probably crushing my best friend. I immediately sat up and saw the blissed-out, happy look on his face. He smiled at me, raising his hand to drag the tips of his fingers over my cheek as my dick softened and slipped out of him.
“Hi,” Ezra murmured, his lids heavy.
I chuckled softly. “Hi.” I grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “We should wash up.”
“Yeah, we should.” He nodded in agreement. “That was... that was so hot.”
I felt a flush break out over my skin. “Which part?”
“All of it.” Ezra dragged his hands through my damp hair. “I liked when you fed me my own cum, though. When you called me a good boy.”
I glanced up to find his eyes shut as my heart thumped loudly against my chest. “Always happy to help.” I wrapped my arms around Ezra’s waist and lifted him up into my arms without a protest. I carried him into the bathroom, where I placed him on the counter.
“Careful, princess,” I warned as he started to lean to the side. “Don’t need you falling over and hurting yourself.”
“What?” He blinked at me. “How’d I get in here?”
I chuckled. “You’re out of it.”
“I had a lot of wine before you showed up, baby. Don’t judge.” He gave me an easy smile as watched me dip the washcloth under the water. “You’re so good to me.”
“I wasn’t earlier today,” I commented as I carefully wiped off his stomach and chest.
Ezra shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. It’s just a dumb party.”
“Is it, though?” I helped him to his feet so I could wipe up his backside and noticed his cock growing thick between his legs again. “Look at you, all eager and ready for me again.”
Ezra ducked his head. “You make me feel good, Carson.”
I tipped his head up. “I told my parents about us.”
His dark eyes grew wide.
“Come with me.” I laced our hands together to bring him into the bedroom. “I’ll go grab your pajamas.” I ducked into the living room, grabbed his clothes, and turned off the Christmas tree, only to find Ezra lying face down on the bed. “Up you go, princess.”
He moaned when I turned him over. “I’m too drunk for this. My head hurts. Let me sleep naked.”
“Tempting,” I teased. I sat him up and helped get his shirt on, only to realize he was wearing my Brooks Racing shirt again. “Are you like obsessed with me or something?”
Ezra dropped his head against my chest. “Or something.”
“My parents are happy,” I whispered. “My mom figured it out already with Thanksgiving and all, but my dad said he thought something was going on. They love you, Ez. You’re already part of the family, so they thought it was the next step.”
He turned his face. “Next step.”
“Yeah, for us to be together. To date, to fall in love, get married. All that.”
