I could seeEzra was alreadythisclose to breaking and giving me what I wanted, and I was already doing a little victory dance about getting my way.
Not physically, obviously. That would be a bit hard with him pinning me down.
Plus I wasn’t naive enough to think there wouldn’t be consequences if I tried to gloat. Although I was kinda tempted to try it, just to see what these nebulous consequences would be.
Ezra sighed, his eyes darkening as he looked down at me and leant closer, his body pressing against mine. “You’re a menace,” he said, his mouth so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. “You have to keep pushing, don’t you?”
He rolled his hips slowly, pulling a groan from me as his dick rubbed against mine. Dammit, why the hell was he still dressed? “Yeah,” I said with a nod as I arched my back. “I’ve never known when to shut up.”
“At least you’re honest about it.”
“Promised I would be.”
A rumbling noise of approval rolled through his chest as he kissed me, nipping my bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Like he was fucking claiming me or something.
That was so much fucking hotter than it should have been. But apparently that was the theme for today, so I was going to roll with it and see where it led me. It was already the hottest day of my life, might as well see how far we could take it.
I groaned and tried to rub against him, whining in frustration at the feel of his trousers against my dick. I wanted to know what it felt like without that barrier. Besides, it wasn’t fair that he’d seen my cock but hadn’t repaid the favour. That was rude as fuck.
“You should get naked,” I said, moaning the words into his mouth as I tried to wiggle my hands free from his grip. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“That you’re still dressed.”
“Technically, so are you.”
“Yeah, well, you should’ve thought of that before you pinned me down,” I said with a smirk. “Not my fault you don’t think things through.”
“Careful, puppy,” he said, rolling his hips against mine and making me gasp. “I’m still deciding if you should get to come again. If you keep this up, I might say no.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Do you really want to test that theory?”
“But I thought you pitied me?” I asked, doing my best to try and look sad and pleading. “I thought you were going to teach me.”
He groaned and kissed me fiercely, growling as he nipped my lip. “Damn puppy eyes! They shouldn’t be as cute as they are.”
“I thought… fuck, I thought they weren’t going to help?” I asked, secretly gleeful that they were working. His cock was rockhard against mine, and the only thing stopping me from trying to get myself off was that I didn’t want to ruin his clothes. Because that would be a dick move if he didn’t have anything else to go home in.
It could be a good threat, though.
“You should get naked,” I continued. “Before I come all over you and stain your suit.”
Ezra groaned again, the sound so delicious it made me shiver, my cock twitching underneath him and dripping precum onto my skin. “Strip for me, baby. Then I’m going to play with that pretty cock of yours. Want to know what you taste like.”
He kissed me so hard it made my head spin and stole all the breath from my lungs. Then he carefully released me and stood, looking at me with so much hunger I thought I was going to burst into flames. It was like I was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen, and it was almost overwhelming.
I knew Ezra had promised to show me how good things could be, but this felt like he was taking it to the extreme. Unless this was normal for him? Fuck, if that was the case, I was going to die from overstimulation and orgasms.
And somehow, as I looked up at him, I got the feeling he was only just getting started.
“Finish getting naked,” Ezra said as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a sexy-as-fuck firm chest and toned stomach with a noticeable trail of hair dipping into his waistband. “Then make yourself comfortable on the bed. I want to blow you. Would you like that?”
“Yes! Please!” I nodded violently, making my hair flop into my eyes as I dragged my T-shirt over my head so hard it almost ripped. I threw it onto the floor and stretched out on the bed, my eyes still on Ezra as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, slowly sliding them over his thighs and stepping out of them. I didn’t know if he was going slowly on purpose becausehe wanted to tease me or if this was how he always stripped, but it felt like the first.
My hand drifted south towards my dick but as I got my fingers on my shaft, Ezra said, “No, puppy. Don’t touch.”
