He pulled the toothbrush from my waistband. “Brush your teeth first,” he giggled. “I don’t want to taste chicken noodle soup on your lips.” He pressed his head up and kissed me. “One kiss for now.”
“Okay, bossy.”
“I’m still taking care of you, remember.” At his cheesy wink, I was even harder with the want—no, need—to bend him over every surface in his apartment, where I could get between his legs and suck his dick from behind right before destroying his ass.
“I think I’m strong enough now,” I told him.
“Oh, really?” he asked. “Because I really like telling you what to do.”
With a single shake of my head, he knew his time was over. “I think playtime has just started.”
His hand rubbed the outside of my sweatpants, rubbing against my cock. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good kitten. But you’re right, we should brush our teeth. I don’t want to have your perfect smile ruined.”
He couldn’t help smiling and flashing his pearly whites. It was an infectious smile, and something that had initially attracted me to him. I wanted to shove my tongue deep inside and count every tooth with my tongue. I wanted to touch every part of him.
We were practically stuck together at the bathroom sink, and it was easily done. I was only in sweatpants, and my loose fit boxers that Ezra was wearing had dropped to his ankles, almost on purpose, so my hand would cup his ass perfectly. In a way, I thought his ass was made for my hand.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, spitting toothpaste into the sink.
“Good,” I told him, spitting and grabbing the large bottle of mouthwash.
“You make me feel safe, sometimes.”
Uncapping the bottle, I tipped a finger at Ezra’s chin, pulling his mouth open slightly before pouring mouthwash in, then in mine as well. Controlled, I was in my element again. His moment of telling me what to do would have to end.
“I should make you feel safe all the time,” I said after spitting the mouthwash.
He nodded, following me and spitting. “I do, you do make me, but with everything going on right now, I’m so confused about who to trust. And I don’t want to make any mistakes.”
Swiping a hand under his legs, I lifted him into my arms. The underwear at his ankles dropped. He was light enough I could’ve thrown him without expending too much energy. “Remove everything the FBI told you from your head,” I said. “If you’re going into witness protection, they can’t use any of their safe houses. You’ve got to come with me to mine.”
He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and nodded. “Does that mean I’m going to see your place?”
In a way, it might’ve done. “If you’re a good little kitten, yeah.”
Ezra pouted. I kissed him and laid him on the bed. He pushed his tank top down over his cock, stretching it even tighter across his torso. “I’m being very good,” he said, batting his lashes.
From the bottom of the bed, I teased him, taking off my sweats. My cock clung to the waistband with the upright curve it carried. It was a slow tug, all the way forward, and with a nicethwip, my cock flicked back against my torso and the sweats came down to my knees. I took them off, all while he pulled hisvest down, covering his balls and trying so desperately to hide his puckered hole.
“Let me see it,” I said. “Let go.”
He raised both hands, surrendering. The fabric sprung back, revealing his hard cock with the foreskin pulled back and the head exposed and glossy. I followed the vines down to his balls, feeling like I could cup them in my mouth together, all of it. I wanted to devour him.
“One final doctor’s order,” he said, buckling his knees together and wiggling, hiding his hole from me.
“What’s that?”
“Fuck me.”
4. EZRA
I’d been thinking about that tool of destruction for days, weeks, from the first time I saw it. He pulled his jeans down and there it was that first time, like a thick prize, curved and throbbing. I could’ve sworn it had its own orbit with the way it pulsed and had me desperate to wrap my lips around the tip, travel down the length of his cock, grow teary eyed from all the gagging but feel the worth of each dribble of rewarding precum he gave me. The slightest push on the back of my head, followed by his cock spurting nectar down my throat.
It consumed my thoughts, constantly. And right now, seeing him standing there staring, at the bottom of my bed. There were butterflies in my belly because he was going to stay the night. This couldn’t be real, but it was everything I’d imagined, him needing me the way I needed him. But my own mind fought against it, telling me lies. I wasn’t in the best place to start a relationship—if Jacques were a normal guy that is—but maybe with him, this was the perfect time.
“Are you—”
