“Okay, everyone,” I said, peering into view of them on the camera. “We’ll have to call it there. But please send over the docs we’ve got to sign, and Riley, if you could also make sure my name is nowhere near this. I’ll pay your firm a lot for that.”
They nodded. “Of course. I’ll follow-up with you afterwards.”
“Same email,” I said.
The web call ended and the window turned to one big reflection of us from the webcam. I reached over and closed it back to the screen. Ezra stared up at me, the leather squeakingunder his movement. I knew it was going to be hard going on this, but we had a team now, and I didn’t care how much it cost.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Ezra said to me.
“Me?” I asked him, stroking his cute face. “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about you. I want you to know I’ll do anything to get this settled and sorted.”
“Anything?” he asked with a snort of laughter. “What type of anything?”
Running my thumb under his chin, I lifted it until he met my lips with his. One long kiss, as if I was trying to remember the softness of his mouth and the smell of his kin. I lingered, opening my mouth slightly and licking his lips with the tip of my tongue. He tried leaning in further, rubbing himself on my beard.
“I don’t think we’ve fucked everywhere yet,” I said.
He giggled. “Like right here?”
“Good idea.” I was already pushing my sweats off behind the chair. “You wanna come sit on Daddy’s lap, kitten?”
Ezra practically slipped off the chair for me, keeping constant eye contact. His need met mine for contact, it was feral, the urge only deepened by all the time we were spending together. Our bodies could’ve glued themselves together with the amount of time we spent touching.
I took the office chair in front of all my screens, and Ezra took to his knees in front of me. His hands were immediately stretching up the length of my inner thighs, getting a little too close for comfort to my hard-on. His touch tickled against my hair, and his eyes were locked onto mine until he found my low hanging balls, and my cock, twitching across my waist, in what would’ve been cum gutters if you could have seen the definition of my body without the tattoos. I let him suck deep, to the back of his throat, with my hands on his head for encouragement.
“Sit,” I reminded him through my pleasured groan.
He slowly removed the head of my cock from his mouth, his tongue rubbing against the tip. “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t want to waste any more time. I lifted him myself, letting his light body balance on me while I stuck two fingers in his mouth before working them inside his ass. He moaned into my face, then rested his adorable head against my neck where he planted his teeth gently to leave his mark. I loved all the playful little bites he’d given me, they blended in with my tattoos. And they were a show of quiet power, which I was desperate for him to have, especially when people were trying to kill him.
My cock went deep almost immediately, and his teeth almost drew blood with the pressure he applied His vibrating moan pulsed into my skin, and I squeezed my hands tight around his back, listening to those tiny pops that happened when he stretched.
He bounced on it, generated a rhythm in speed with the beat of my thrusts.
“I’m so proud of you,” I whispered as he unlatched himself.
His big eyes stared at me and his mouth opened with a continuous moan, followed by the white strings of cum and warmth of his load up against my chest. I fucked him harder, into the tightness of his hole. I wasn’t stopping until I released.
It was the release we both needed, the relief. I squeezed him in a hold and kissed his neck, whispering all the ways that I loved him, and on the fourth thrust, I came inside him. My little cream-filled Twinkie. All full.
“I love you,” he whispered back in a heavy breath.
We stayed together, sticky, warm, and exhausted.
As my eyes closed and my hand stroked down Ezra’s spine, counting the bones, a flash of red appeared on all my monitors.
12. EZRA
The lights started first, then the sounds. All of it happened fast. Jacques picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He jumped into a pair of sweats and grabbed a gun from a false bottom in a drawer as I sat naked, my entire body clenching when he told me to stay.
I didn’t hear a single gunshot. It was all happening in slow motion. A single tear dripped from the inner corner of my eye, and I couldn’t even gather the strength to wipe it. I was a goner, they’d come for me, and they were about to end it all.
In that moment, I wondered, how much did I have to live for? Personally, the only thing I had right now was Jacques. More tears came now, my entire body shivering on the bedroom floor as I sat in the corner. Jacques had told me about a gun, but he said I wouldn’t need it. I didn’t know if I would need it—I didn’t want to shoot a gun.
A whistle broke my internal crumble. “It’s okay.” Jacques’s voice traveled, before he appeared in the bedroom, out of breath, waving the gun and smiling. My nervous system was shot, and I didn’t know if I could even gather the energy or courage to celebrate. “Baby, it’s okay.”
It took the shock of cold water from the shower he walked me into before I felt a semblance of normalcy. My skin no longer felt like it was being zapped and my heart had stopped pumping like it was ready to give out. I’d calmed, and could finally process Jacques’s words.
