He grabs the hem of his shirt and stuffs it inside his mouth. Is he moaning too loud? I want to hear him cry out and whimper. I can see his flat belly and hard nipples now. He is a damn vision. I don’t mind the scars; they just tell me he’d be able to fucking take me.
“I’m going to make your hole remember the shape of my cock,” I growl just as his body starts quivering and he says something.
Ezra, I read his lips.
I can almost hear his moaning voice as he utters my name. Fuuuuuuuck! Smooth ropes of cum shoot out of his cockhead over his belly and t-shirt.
I bite my lower lip and see myself flipping him on his hands and knees and forcefully open his tight ass as I plunge my dick balls-deep. How would he react? What sounds would he make while I give him the first fuck of his life? Would he try to move away? I wish he would, just to hold him down and mount him like a dog in heat.
“Say my name!” I order him. I remember him voicing my name when we bumped into each other. He doesn’t know I waited for him to come out of the bathroom at Raguel’s house.
My balls draw up, and I let the powerful orgasm explode in my gut and propagate all over my body. I grind my teeth while the pleasure reverberates inside me, eyes laser-focused on Sully, panting on the bed. His smooth cheeks are red, the corner of his lips swollen. He looks beautiful and soft, with his glasses slightly askew. Those big cat-like eyes are still hazy with bliss.
Soon. I’ll make him say my name soon.
I grab a tissue from my jacket to clean my hand, before tucking my soft dick back inside my pants. When my eyes fall back on the bedroom, Sully is grabbing his diary. My satisfied cock gives a little twitch of anticipation at reading his kinky thoughts.
Fuck! This is getting harder. Tonight, we reached a whole new level of hunger. It’s urging me to get as close as possible, to fill every gap between us. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
It feels like my prey is dropping his guard on purpose and giving himself over. After what I’ve just seen, there’s no way in hell I’m letting him go free.
Sully
“We good?” Ash asks me.
I look at my hip. It stings, and the skin is red as hell near the black lines, but I love it. I finally got the triangle tattoo just like the one Oliver and Lori have.
“It’s perfect!” I exclaim and jerk a little as Ash starts rubbing a moisturizing cream on it.
“A little bit tooHarry Potterfor my liking,” he comments.
“Really?”
I study it with a frown now. I don’t like J.K. Rowling since she started her war against trans people. I don’t really understand when someone uses their means and power to hurt others. Aren’t we all the same under this immense sky?
“Let me see.” Brad leaves his chair in the corner to come closer to the tattoo bed. His athletic, broad shoulders and incredible height cast a shadow over me. As he bends down to get a better look at my tattoo, his blond hair falls down, covering his face and expression.
“It doesn’t matter, man,” he finally states, straightening himself up. “You know the real meaning behind it.”
His clear blue eyes find mine, and with a shrug and a pat on my shoulder, he moves back to let Ash apply some plastic wrap over the tattoo.
As he takes his gloves off, Ash asks, “You going to Pet Manor?”
“Yes. Do you want to come?” I pull my sweats up, carefully avoiding the sensitive skin, but I scratch my belly with one of my nails.
“No.”
“Do you have more appointments?” Brad asks him.
“No,” Ash replies again. Small talk will never be his forte.
“Okay. Thanks for this.” Brad helps me off the bed as Ash pushes the little cart with the tattoo ink, pen machine, and creams far away from me—I almost tipped it over onto the floor when I arrived. I grab my stuff and head to the door.
“Sure. Let me know if you want another one,” Ash says, eyes down on his phone as he taps away.
Another tattoo? Now that I know I can endure the pain, a second one doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
“We could do it together!” I turn toward Brad, who’s putting on his cap and puffer vest.
