“B-But I’m desperate,” I said, not caring if I whined and pouted. “I’m so horny, Ezra! And you’re taking too long.”
He raised an eyebrow as he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of the tight black trunks he was wearing. “Am I? Or are you being an impatient brat again?” He smirked and shook his head. “Although we both already know you don’t have any patience. It’s why you humped my leg and made such a mess of yourself. Couldn’t even wait five minutes, could you, puppy? Had to get yourself off like the needy slut you are.”
I moaned, my cock jumping, more precum leaking from my slit. “Y-Yeah… I am.”
“Mmm, you like it when I talk to you like this, Danny? Call you a slut and a needy, desperate, messy puppy? Tell you how pretty you look when you get all wound up and can’t control yourself? How much I liked watching you do that? How much I want to see what else you’ll do for me?”
“Y-Yes! It’s… fuck, it’s so hot.”
“Good boy.”
I groaned, looking at him pleadingly. Because if he wasn’t going to let me touch myself, he could at least be nice and do it himself.
Ezra’s smirk darkened. “Do you also like it when I tell you what a good boy you are? When I tell you how well you’re doing, how good you look, how perfect you sound, how much I love that beautiful mouth of yours and how round your arse is? Mmm, I can’t wait to put my cock in both of them because I know you’re going to feel so good—so tight and wet. And I know you’re going to be such a good boy for me when I use them, aren’t you?”
I nodded again, moaning and bucking up aimlessly into nothing. I wanted all of that—for him to praise me and use me and call me a messy slut. To be wanted and cherished and degraded by him.
I needed Ezra to ruin me and put me back together again. Because even though we’d only just started this, I had this deep certainty that I’d be safe with him.
And maybe it would come back to bite me one day, but today I trusted him, and that was all that mattered right now.
My eyes widened as he pulled his underwear down, his hard cock bouncing in the air. I’d seen dicks before, obviously, but there was a big difference between this and seeing them in the dressing room showers or in porn. I’d thought about what seeing Ezra’s would be like, but I hadn’t been ready for the overwhelming rush of need. I wanted to touch and taste and feel him deep inside me, stretching me wide and filling me up so it felt like I was overflowing.
“Are you okay?” Ezra asked, his eyes meeting mine as he casually stroked his cock.
“Yeah. I’m good,” I said, trying not to be too distracted by his hand on his dick.
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I am. I’m just”—I waved my hand at him—“distracted.”
Ezra looked far too fucking pleased with himself as he climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me, blanketing my body with his and leaning down to kiss me. The heat and weight of him was new and delicious. “You’re very easy to distract.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my first time seeing your dick up close. Course I’m distracted,” I said, moaning into his mouth as his erection ground against mine. It sent a hot bolt of pleasure shooting up my spine. “Fuuuck! Oh, fuck! That feels so good.”
Ezra kissed me deeply, licking into my mouth and making me melt into the mattress. “I’m going to make it better.” He trailedkisses along my jaw and down my neck, my skin tingling with every touch of his lips. He moved slowly down my body, kissing and licking his way across my torso and my stomach. I spread my legs so he could stretch out between them, my chest heaving with anticipation as his breath ghosted across my cock.
“You’re so gorgeous, Danny,” he said as he ran his strong hands over my legs, his stubble tickling the skin as he pressed kisses to my inner thighs. “Strong, fast, powerful. I love watching you on the pitch, and I know you’re going to do such a good job this season. Mmm, and I can’t wait to see you in more of those tiny shorts again. This arse of yours will look so fucking hot in them.”
I groaned as his mouth hovered above my crotch, so close to my cock I could practically feel it. “I’m going to blow you now, okay? If you don’t like it or you want me to stop, I need you to tell me. Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Good boy. And after you’ve come, I’m going to jerk off over you and paint you in my cum. Okay?”
“Yes! Want that!” I nodded, desperate to watch him get off.
Ezra smiled and slowly lowered his head, licking a hot, wet stripe up my cock before wrapping his lips around the head. A deep moan punched its way out of my lungs, and I almost jack-knifed off the bed at the intense rush of pleasure. I’d had blow jobs before, and usually I’d enjoyed them more than fucking because I could close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, imagining someone else, someone nebulous, in the place of the woman I’d brought home.
But today I didn’t want to close my eyes.
I didn’t want to picture someone else.
I wanted to watch Ezra take me apart until I flooded his throat with my cum.
And with the way he took me deep into his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking me with lethal precision, it wasn’t going to take long. Yeah, I’d already come once, but that didn’t mean shit right now. Not with how fucking perfect Ezra’s dick-sucking technique was. Fuck me, this might actually kill me.
I gasped and whined, more desperate groans falling from my tongue as I tried to process the onslaught of sensations. This was like dick sucking to a whole new level. And if I survived, I wanted to learn how to do this to him because it was fucking perfect.
