“I thought you’d like them.” I crawled onto the bed, facing away from him on all fours, my arse in the air. I wiggled it teasingly, dropping my shoulders down so I could push it back even further, grinning to myself as Ezra let out a rumbling moan of appreciation.
His footsteps were heavy as he strode towards me. I wasn’t sure what I’d thought he would do, but I hadn’t been expecting him to sink to his knees beside the bed, yank down my boxers, and bury his face between my arse cheeks. My fingers clutched the sheets as all the air was forced from my lungs in one deep cry.
Ezra had eaten me out before, but tonight he was like a fucking man possessed.
Stars swam in my vision, my cock so hard I could feel my damn pulse in it. I didn’t think I could breathe but I must have been, considering all the noise I was making. I was vaguely aware of all the gasps and moans, but it sounded distant, like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.
His tongue licked and sucked my hole, flicking over the sensitive skin and sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me until I was almost crying.
“Ezra,” I wailed, trying to twist my head around to look at him. “It’s… fuck… I’m…”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pulling his mouth away, his voice rough but laced with concern.
“No! Don’t stop! I… More! I want more! But, I… fingers, want your fingers.”
He hummed and ran his fingers down my crack, tapping them on the wet, furled skin. If he said something about stopping, I was going to fucking riot. But all he said was, “Let me get some lube. But one day I’m going to eat this hole until you come. I bet you could. You’re so fucking sensitive. It’s so hot.”
He kissed my thigh and then stood, muttering something under his breath about his knees, and I laughed as I twisted my head to look at him. He’d finished stripping off when I was getting on the bed, and I loved looking at the toned lines of his body. We needed to hit the gym together one day… and maybe we could fuck in the showers afterwards.
“Laugh all you want, puppy. One day you’ll be like this too. Everything will hurt and you’ll miss the days you could get by on two hours’ sleep after spending half your night in club bathrooms and some guy’s shitty flat.”
I snorted. “You mean like the time I spend at your shitty flat?”
“Oh, trust me, this is nothing.” He rummaged in a chest of drawers that looked like it was about to fall apart and produced a fancy-looking bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
“Do we need those?” I asked. “You can’t get me pregnant.”
He shot me a look. “STIs are a thing, puppy. And unless you’ve been tested recently, we’re using them.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess I should do that.”
“Good boy,” he said as he walked back to the bed and sat down next to me, a teasing smirk on his face. “But good to know you’re desperate to be full of cum.”
My face flamed. “It’s hot,” I muttered.
“Mmm, it is.” He leant over and kissed me. “Just how much creampie porn have you watched?”
“Enough.” I grinned. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
“Impatient brat,” he said, shuffling onto the bed. “Come here. You can stretch out if you want, lie on your back and pull your legs up, or stay on all fours—whatever is comfortable. But I’m not kneeling on that shitty floor again.”
“Poor old man,” I said as I pivoted so I was facing away from him, still on all fours with my arse in the air. This position wasn’t only comfortable, it was safe… If I felt vulnerable, he couldn’t see me.
I gasped as Ezra smacked my arse again, my cock jumping and dripping precum onto the sheets. “Less of the old man,” Ezra said. “Or I won’t fuck you.”
“Yeah, you will,” I said, wiggling my arse at him. “You’ll want to put me in my place and show me that you’re not old.”
“Brat,” he said, the fond note returning to his voice as the bottle of lube clicked open. “Relax for me, baby, and bear down. It might feel a bit strange, but if it hurts or you want to stop, then say. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Such a good boy for me. I’m going to give you everything you need.” Slick fingers brushed over my hole as his other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly as he began to press one finger inside me.
I let out a long, slow breath. It burned a little, but it didn’t hurt. And it didn’t feel as weird as when I’d done it myself.
“That’s it,” Ezra said. “Doing so well, baby. Such a good boy. You’re going to look so gorgeous all stretched out and full of my cock. So perfect for me, Danny. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Y-Yeah?”
