“That’s good. It means you’re using your brain, not just your dick.”
“Fuck off.”
“Are you asking me to leave?”
“You know I’m not,” I said with a grin, putting my hand on his chest and gently grabbing the front of his shirt. I tugged him towards me, closing the gap between us and tilting my head so I could easily brush my lips against his.
His mouth was all I’d been thinking about, and it was everything I’d remembered and more. I groaned as his tongue flicked across the seam of my lips, and they parted easily for him.
Ezra pushed me back a little further until I bumped into the wall, his leg finding its way between mine, the top of his thigh rubbing against my cock. I hadn’t realised how much the heightdifference between us would come into play, but I actually liked having him look down at me.
He wasn’t moving his leg, just holding it there, pressing against my dick, which was getting harder by the second as he kissed me. My fingers tightened in the front of his shirt, holding on for dear fucking life as he melted my brain with his tongue. Fucking hell, the man could kiss. It was like making out with a god.
But it wasn’t enough.
This was just teasing, and I needed so much more.
I whined as my hips gave a tentative thrust, pleasure sparking under my skin as I ground against Ezra’s leg. The pressure and the friction were almost perfect—they were good enough to get me off at least, and with how fucking wound up I’d been, it wasn’t going to take much to make me come. Not with the way Ezra was kissing me, the scent of his cologne making me dizzy as his hand slid under my T-shirt to grab my waist.
My senses were overwhelmed as a fog of need settled over me, driving me to desperation. My other hand reached out to scrabble for Ezra’s belt, not really sure what I wanted other than him, as my hips rolled and bucked.
“Fuck, you really are desperate,” Ezra said, breaking the kiss to growl out the words. “Look at you, humping my leg like the needy little puppy you are.” He chuckled darkly as he tilted his head and licked a stripe up my neck. “Such a naughty boy, no manners at all.”
I moaned, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt so tightly I thought it was going to rip. His words were almost humiliating but somehow they made me hornier than ever. Fuck’s sake, could my brain leave off with the sexual discoveries until I figured the first few out?
I knew we should probably stop, because this wasn’t what we’d planned at all. But did it really matter where orgasms camein the order of things as long as they were in there? Besides, if I came I might be able to think clearly about shit.
“M-More,” I said, forcing the word off my tongue as I chased my release. I’d given up trying to get his belt open. It was too complicated, and I didn’t have the ability to do that and something else. I could get my hand on his dick later. Everything else was strictly off the table UPO: Until Post Orgasm.
“Please, Ezra,” I continued. “Need to come.”
His groan sent shivers down my spine and made my cock throb. Fuck, I was sure my pants would be soaked in precum. There’d be a wet spot for sure. “How much do you need it?” he asked, pushing his thigh harder against me as he caged me against the wall. “Beg for me, puppy. Then maybe I’ll let you show me what a good boy you can be.”
Another whimper slipped from my throat, followed by a desperate whine as I rubbed against him. I should have been embarrassed by what I was doing, but fuck it, if I was going to do this with Ezra, I might as well go all in. What was the point in going in the shallow end when I could dive headfirst off the twenty-metre platform? Maybe it would be easier to deal with all my shit at once rather than in dribs and drabs. At least then I could get it over with.
“Need it so much,” I said, burying my head in his neck as I thrust harder. “Wanna come, Ezra. Please! Can’t stop. Been, mmm, been thinking about this. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah? I can’t wait to hear all about that. Bet you have such delicious fantasies.”
I nodded and groaned, stumbling over more words. “Yeah… wanna show you.”
“I know you do, and I want to see them.” His fingers slid down my hip to the waistband of my shorts, dipping underneath them. He was so close to my cock and all I could do was whine. “First, though, you need to come for me, puppy. Want to watchyou make a mess in your boxers, just for me. And I want to hear how fucking sweet you sound. Come on, Danny, be a good boy and give me what I want.”
“Fuuck!” I whined as my cock pulsed, hot cum soaking into my underwear. All I could manage were shaking, panting breaths as my legs trembled, an unrelenting ecstasy making my head spin as my body floated away from me.
“That’s it, good boy,” Ezra said, putting one hand on my chest to push me backwards, kissing me softly as soon as my head tipped back. “So good for me, Danny. I knew you could do it. Well done, baby.”
I nodded, trying to say something but all that came out was a groan. His praise felt almost as good as my orgasm. My head was still spinning, my muscles heavy.
“I think you need to lie down,” Ezra said. “Come on, show me where your room is.”
“There.” I waved vaguely in the direction of my room. “But I don’t wanna lie down. I wanna talk.”
“We can talk while you lie down. And we can clean you up.”
“Oh… yeah.” My face heated as the cold realisation of what I’d done seeped into me, and I suddenly became very aware of how wet and sticky my boxers were.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ezra said, looking me squarely in the eye. “It was very hot, and I loved watching you fall apart like that for me. And knowing that you’ll do that for me? Hump my leg, and whine, and beg, and come for me—hot as fuck. Did you enjoy it?”
