What the hell is happening?
My eyes fall on his majestic body—like it’s carved from marble—towering over me, kneeling between my spread legs. I’m so glad I’m wearing my glasses again so I can savor every single detail. His skin is golden and smooth. There’s no part of his torso that isn’t corded with bulging muscles. His shoulders are wide, chest peppered with curly hair that forms a line descending right to his jeans. I watch as he lets go of my briefs to pop the buttons and push them down. I feel my entrance clenching as I get my first look at his big, long, hard cock. Dear gods. It’s spectacular. The drops on the pink tip make me lick my lips.
I lift my eyes to get a look at his handsome face, but my attention gets caught by the burns covering his shoulder and part of his arm. The skin is thickened and discolored there, while other scars—round, long, jagged, big and small—mark his body. I have signs on my body, too. Each one is connected to pain and misery. Maybe we have more things in common than I thought.
My chest rises and falls with anticipation as he lets his saliva drop on my cock before grabbing my legs to lift them up, holding them by the calves. He uses his precum to slick his shaft before sliding it between my thighs. Then he starts rocking his hips in a fucking motion that makes his dick slowly rub against mine.
“So damn soft.” He kisses my ankle before smacking the side of my thigh. “Squeeze them tighter, or I’ll thrust my cock inside your tight hole by mistake.”
He will? The sight in front of me is too arousing to allow my brain to work. I can’t fathom more. My eyes are on our dicksstroking against each other. His keeps spearing between my thighs, longer and much thicker—the cockhead red and big.
Feeling an uncontrollable urge, I close my hands around our lengths, enjoying how smooth and hard they feel. The deep snarl makes my head snap toward his face, and what I see is burning, raw desire, all directed at me. Me. It’s exhilarating.
I move my hands, giving our dicks extra friction while his heavy balls bounce against my ass, making my hole contract with every thrust. It’s amazing. I can’t stop my horny moans, staring into his blazing eyes…
My phone starts ringing. Pink’s song “Trouble” resounds in the room, telling me it’s Ollie who’s trying to call me. It works like a cold shower over my overheated body. My hands freeze, and my body tenses all over.
Ezra stops as well, grabbing my cell from the nightstand. “Answer it,” he orders me, handing it to me.
I have to, otherwise my brother will keep calling. I swallow hard and tap on the green button with a trembling finger. “Ollie.”
“Still awake?”
“Yeah. What’s…up?” I try to sound as natural as possible, but it’s not easy. Ezra’s erect dick is still between my thighs.
“Another night studying? Take a little break. Lori told me about Randy.”
Ezra’s eyes narrow as soon as he hears the guy’s name.
“Who?” I ask, panicking. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel anxious.
“The waiter from Tomorrow’s Brew who asked you out?” Oliver’s clarification makes Ezra’s jaw tick.
I hum in the phone, keeping my gaze on Ezra. He yanks the bottle of lube from the nightstand and pours it over his fingers. What is he going to do?
“Lori already told me everything. He’s cute,” my brother continues.
Ezra is glaring at me now. I open my mouth to tell Ollie that I need to hang up, but I’m forced to cover it instead to muffle the gasp that escapes my throat at the feel of Ezra’s slick fingers starting to stroke my entrance.
“Randy is okay. If you are interested…”
Ezra growls low and menacingly, and I’m not able to listen to Ollie anymore. The tip of his finger is piercing the ring of muscle and slowly entering me, knuckle-deep, then all the way. It stings a little, more when he adds another finger—it feels so different from the anal plug. I don’t know how to describe it, more real. Whole.
He drops some lube on our cocks next—mine is incredibly still hard—and then his hips start thrusting again. Fuck! He’s too rough, too intense, too amazing. His whole length keeps rubbing over my balls before stroking against my shaft. So good. So good.
I look at him with pleading eyes, but what I get in return is a merciless gaze. I don’t know if I want him to pause for a moment or just make me come.
“Sully?” Oliver’s voice suddenly registers.
“Y-yes?” I get out with a lot of effort. This is torture. I want to hang up this fucking phone, but the illicit side of this is unbelievably exciting. It intensifies the whole experience.
“Are you okay?”
I’m so much more than okay. Ezra is picking up the pace, dick pistoning more forcefully between my thighs, and I’m seeing stars. It feels like my body is pulsing following the same rhythm.
“Of course.” I swallow a moan. “I… just tired.”
Ezra is hooking and scissoring his fingers inside me, without thrusting them. It feels like he’s trying to make space for something bigger. Thicker. Longer. Oh, no, I can’t let my brother hear me coming!
