He seems to need a confirmation from me. “Yes. Right here.”
He lets out a long breath, murmurs something too low for me to hear, and then finally goes under, laying his torso down on the bathtub floor. My hand moves to his neck to keep him still and stop him from floating to the surface. His face looks calm, like a suspended portrait, with his pale skin illuminated by rippling light patterns and his hair drifting weightlessly around his head in soft, slow, wavy motions.But it’s all a deceiving water effect. He’s clearly tense. His hands are balled up, and his shoulders are stiff. Bubbles are coming out of his nose, his lips are pursed.
Ten seconds have passed, and his legs are shaking now. His anxiety is building. He’s getting overwhelmed. Will he yield or will he stay strong?
Five more seconds. His eyes are still closed. That’s my little chick showing his middle finger. Seeing him finally riding his fear is turning my dick hard.
His body starts jerking, hands coming out of the tub to grab my knees. He twists and thrashes, splashing water over the floor until his eyes open, and with a hand under his nape, I pull him out. He coughs and spits water. Eyes blinking, back shaking.
“Ezra. Ezra.” He calls for me, before climbing on top until he’s in my lap, arms around my shoulders, ass on my hard dick, forehead pushing onto mine. He keeps saying my name like a soothing lullaby.
“I’m right here, Little Chick,” I whisper into his ear.
“I could have lost you,” he says after a long moment. His wet lashes are fanned out on his pink cheeks while he cries without making a sound once again. His tears are warm as they brush my face, but turn cool sliding down my skin.
“You didn’t,” I say, feeling all the anger from before rushing back up again. Not all tears are evil, but I only want to see him crying when my cock is in his ass.
Minutes pass with us remaining in the same position.
“I can hear you growling under your breath.” He sniffs, pushing his head back to look at me.
“It’s because I need you.” I thrust my hips upward to make him feel how much. A kiss won’t distract him this time, but my dick might.
Something flashes in his eyes. And suddenly my little chick turns into a tempting minx. He untangles his body from mine and stands up in the bathtub. Water falls down his body, creating wet patterns that seem to point to all his erogenous zones. It’s like the most potent aphrodisiac.
Before I can do anything, he gets out of the tub and moves toward the shower—that luscious ass bouncing with each step. Feet slightly slipping on the wet floor. He sends me a blazing look, a clear invitation in his eyes, before he gets into the shower stall and turns on the water.
The glass is clear so I can see everything he’s doing in there. When his hands start to wander, I relax back into the bathtub and decide to enjoy the view—for a while. That lean body, pink nipples, and parted lips have become my number-one jerking fantasy.
Instead of wrapping his hands around his hard length, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and starts to suck on them. He isn’t looking at me; my little chick still gets shy at times, but his eyes have darkened with desire. That mouth is surely enjoyingbeing filled. The water is beating down, covering the sounds he’s making, what a fucking pity that is.
He moves those slick fingers out of his mouth and pours soap on them before cramming two into his hole. Fucking gorgeous. My cock starts dripping precum as I witness the sexiest live show I’ve ever experienced. Sully is slightly bent, ass up, hand on the wall, while the other is working inside. I imagine his hole stretched, wet with soap, but his fingers aren’t big enough, are they? He needs something thicker, longer, ready to stuff it full.
I tear out of the tub and open the shower door with enough force to bounce it off the wall. With a high-pitched yelp, Sully jumps and flails his arms. I barely catch him before he slips.
He looks at me wide-eyed as I stalk all the way inside. My eyes are fixed on him as I crowd him against the wall. I barely feel the water hitting my back. I trail my hand down over his stomach, feeling his muscles clench as I touch him. I brush my fingers over his erection, and then slip them between his velvet-soft legs—stopping before I reach my target.
“Need some help?” I growl, feeling my voice rumbling inside my chest.
He nods, wraps his arms around my neck, and whimpers, “I feel aching inside without you.”
His reply is like a sledgehammer to my head, echoing again and again until every cell in my being soaks it up.
I shift closer, hemming him in against the wall, his back against the tiles. I let two fingertips slip into his hole, and they go in without fucking resistance. He gasps, spreading his legs as much as he can. My hand looks big between his legs, like it shouldn’t fitthere. But it fucking does, oh, it does, because I’ve been training this hole. Personalizing it.
My other hand leaves the wall to press across his throat and pin him there.
“Sometimes you need to break something before you begin to fix it,” I hiss, shoving my fingers in so deep he moans, squeezing his eyes shut.
Fuck, he’s so hot when he cries and screams my name. He makes my blood boil and my hands itch. More touch, more taste, more Sully.
“Look at me while I fuck you open,” I command, twisting my fingers and screwing them almost brutally hard inside him. “I’ll fucking rip you in half if you don’t aim those eyes on me.”
He finally does, but I keep finger-fucking him ruthlessly as he moans eagerly for more. I thrust my hand deeper, pushing him up on his toes, as my other hand on his throat shifts to keep him up.
Our cocks are stroking against each other. His has a subtle curve to the left. Pink, hungry, and flushed like the rest of him. A drop of precum glistens on the tip, making my tongue shake for a taste.
His whole body judders against the tiles as he grabs onto my shoulders, nails digging in, clinging on for dear life. Now I have three fingers pistoning inside him. I adjust my hand, and with a snarl, I force a fourth one into his body. His pupils dilate. His lips part. His hips push down, trying to get me deeper.
