“Lacy. Pink.”
Roman could definitely get on board with that. “Pink like your hole?”
“Mmmm hmmm. And my nipples. The fabric is see-through, so there’s no way for me to hide.”
Roman didn’t know what to say except for the obvious. “That sounds really hot, babe. What happens next?”
“You’re telling me what you want me to do, and you’re very specific.”
Ezra had said before that he liked having instructions, wanted to be guided verbally and gently corrected. He supposed that might translate to sex as well. “You like it when I get bossy?”
“I love it when you’re in charge. Then I don’t have to make any decisions, and I can focus only on pleasuring you.”
“I like it too.” Roman had always been a leader, whether it be on the field, in a business meeting, or in the bedroom. The fact that Ezra craved his direction was a happy bonus.
“And I like it when you call me a good boy,” Ezra said.
“Such a good boy,” Roman echoed. “Such a sweet, sexy good boy who just wants to please me. What am I telling you to do, sweetness?”
“You want me on my knees.”
“Oh yeah?” Roman was liking this fantasy very much. “Why’s that?” he asked because he wanted to hear Ezra say it.
“Because you want me to suck your cock. All of it. You want to use my mouth for your pleasure.” Ezra’s eyes closed and his back arched as the fingers fucking into him started to match the pace of his other hand.
“Damn, babe, that’s hot. Do I come down your throat?”
“No, you want my hole too.”
“I always want your hole. Do you give it to me?”
“Yes. I give you whatever you want. It burns at first but then it feels so good. And you’re calling me names, but you don’t really mean it because we’re just playing.”
“Yeah, we are. Sounds like we might need safe words, babe.”
Ezra smiled softly to himself. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Am I giving it to you good now, just the way you like it?”
“Yes. You’re so deep inside me that I couldn’t possibly get away, and I don’t want to. I just want to be your little cream pie.”
“Yes, baby. I’m going to fill you up, all the way to the brim.” Roman was close, just from listening to Ezra fantasize, hearing him utter those needy, little groans of pleasure. “You going to come for me, Ezra?”
“If you tell me to.”
“Okay, stroke yourself hard now, like I’m deep inside you, stirring you up, and you can’t hold off any longer.” Roman waited until Ezra started thrashing a little on the bed, another sign that he was about to climax. He whimpered and moaned, completely uninhibited in his arousal. Sex with Ezra was like nothing he’d ever experienced before—so freeing and playful and hot. “Come for me, Ezra. Do it now.”
Ezra let out a strangled noise and then his cock spurted like a fountain, splashing against his chest and lower lip. He jolted off the bed and his eyes flashed open in surprise. Roman came shortly after, long, thick ropes of it all over his pecs and stomach, pearly white against his brown skin.
“I made a mess,” Ezra said dizzily while drawing one finger through his spend. Roman took a mental picture of his pretty baby lying on the bed, all fucked-out and covered in cum. Roman couldn’t wait to have him back.
“You look beautiful, babe. I wish I were there to clean you up.”
“I want to cuddle,” he said softly, eyelids heavy. Orgasms took a lot out of him.
“Ezra, don’t fall asleep yet. You’ve got to go get cleaned up before your mom comes home.”
“Hmmm?” his eyes drifted shut.
