Ezra groaned as he fucked me, his cock slamming into me as he chased his release. “Fuck, baby, that’s it. You feel so good when you come, so fucking tight for me. Gonna fill you up.”
I gasped as I felt his shaft pulse as he came, wishing that cum was shooting into me instead of the condom. His breathing was heavy and my limbs were shaking, sweat dripping down my skin. I didn’t think my legs would appreciate the whole eighty minutes of rugby followed by the most mind-melting sex I’d ever experienced, but fuck it, it was worth it.
Ezra pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling bereft. I twisted around to watch him as he climbed off the bed to deal with the condom, flopping onto the bed because I could barely hold myself up.
He smiled at me as he stretched back out next to me, gently pulling me into his arms and kissing me slowly. “How’re you doing there? Feeling good?”
“Feeling amazing,” I said, crawling further into his embrace until we were tangled up together. “You were right. About the good sex thing. I’ve never… that was… yeah, that was fucking incredible.” I kissed him again, a new form of desperation filling my chest.
Now I’d experienced sex like that, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough.
I wanted Ezra to fuck me over and over until we were aching and exhausted.
I wanted him to show me everything I’d been missing, to make all my fantasies come true.
I wanted him.
“Can we do it again?” I asked as I climbed into his lap, my cock already trying to get hard again.
He grinned and shook his head. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”
“You’ve created a monster,” I said, wiggling in his lap as I kissed him again. “I want more.”
“I can’t fuck you again, not for a few minutes,” he said, chuckling when I pouted. He tapped my nose teasingly. “Don’t pout, puppy. I have a few things in my drawer you might like.” He kissed me, hand reaching around to squeeze my arse. “Want to try playing with a dildo? A small one. I don’t want you to get sore.”
“Yes,” I said with a groan, bouncing on his lap and kissing him eagerly. “Give me everything. I want it all.”
He grinned and rolled me over onto the bed, pinning me underneath him as he kissed me hard. “Needy boy. Don’t worry, I’m going to ruin you.”
Yes, I thought.
Ruin me for everyone except you.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ezra
I shiftedthe Pyrex dish in my hands and adjusted the bag strap on my shoulder so I could ring Danny’s doorbell without dropping anything, hoping I’d made the right choice by bringing dinner round.
We hadn’t had much time to hang out over the past couple of weeks beyond the odd fuck we’d snuck in after he’d finished training and I’d finished work. Sometimes we’d watch some shit TV together afterwards, maybe have some food if he hadn’t already eaten, but neither of us ever stayed the night.
I told myself it was because it would be too much fuss the next morning to get our shit together for work.
But in reality, I was desperately trying to keep some sort of barrier erected between us that stopped our hookups from bleeding into something else.
Tonight was different, though. Tonight didn’t count. Because I missed him and I fucking needed to see him.
“Hey,” Danny said as he pulled open the door, his face lighting up when he realised it was me. “I didn’t know you were coming round.”
“Sorry, is this a bad time?”
“Nah, course not. Come in.” He stepped back and waved me inside, inhaling deeply as I walked past him. “Something smells good.”
“I made dinner,” I said as I slipped off my shoes. “Unless you’ve already eaten?”
“I can eat twice. What is it?”
“Pasta shells stuffed with spinach and ricotta, with tomato and basil sauce. I’ve got some mozzarella to go on the top too. It needs about twenty minutes in the oven.”
