“No, sir.”
“You’re going to pleasure me and then I’m going to make us something to eat.” Ezra nodded, still suspended in a reality that was slightly removed from the present. “Get me hard now, Ezra. Use your mouth and your hands.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ezra did as he was told, worshipping Roman’s cock until it was a big, beautiful monolith standing proudly between his hard muscled thighs. Shiny from the lubricant and glistening at the tip, its flanged head was a majestic crown, and all along the shaft were swollen, branching veins feeding it blood like the root system that nourishes a tree. Ezra licked all around the base and up and down the shaft. He took it as far down his throat as he was able, until his eyes watered and his throat started to hurt. He wished that he could swallow it whole and keep it inside him forever.
“You have a beautiful cock, sir,” Ezra said with adoration and caressed it lovingly with both hands as if shaping clay. He admired the way it glistened from his saliva and the fruit-flavored lube, still pumping out a steady drip of fluid from the slit that Ezra lapped up eagerly.
“Thank you, Ezra. You want it inside you now?” Roman asked.
“You have to tell me,” Ezra reminded him. “You have tomakeme.”
“Okay, baby, what’s your safeword?”
“Python.”
Roman eased him back against the bedding and dragged his wrists high above his head. He held them securely with one hand while pushing Ezra’s legs apart with his knees, slowly, not stopping until they were stretched as far as they would go. Ezra felt like a butterfly pinned to a spreading board as Roman sucked bruises onto his neck and collar. He moved lower to nibble and tug on his nipples with his lips and teeth until they were both swollen and tender, until Ezra was raw and aching with desire. Yes, his body loved Roman.
“Hold yourself open for me, Ezra. Show me my pleasure hole.”
Ezra gripped behind his knees and exposed himself for Roman’s slow perusal. He felt the heat of Roman’s stare like a laser beam aimed at his most private of places, scorching hot.
“I’ve missed this little hole,” Roman said, gripping his thigh and pressing gently against his opening with the pad of his thumb.
“Me too,” Ezra said with a little whine because Roman knew just how to touch him to make him lose control.
“Have you been pleasuring yourself without me?”
Ezra shook his head. “No. I haven’t had any time.” His mind started to edge back into reality and all the things that were sure to be waiting for him on Monday morning.
“Shh, shh, shh,” Roman soothed. “What are you right now, Ezra?”
He swallowed and stared at Roman’s stern face. “Your cock warmer.”
“Do cock warmers think about anything other than the cocks they’re supposed to be warming?”
“No, sir.”
“Look at this.” Roman stroked his big, beautiful dick. “This is what you should be thinking about right now. How, in a few minutes, this cock is going to be destroying your sweet, little hole.”
Ezra nodded. “Yes, sir. Please do that.”
“Do what?”
“Destroy my hole.”
“With pleasure,” Roman rumbled.
Roman used his tongue first, then his fingers, and then a flared silicon toy that fit snugly inside of him. All the while Ezra held himself open, gasping and writhing with each growing penetration, begging for more.
“Look at you, babe, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. You look so sexy like that, waiting so patiently for me to fill you up. Are you hungry for it?”
Ezra nodded. “Yes, sir. I want you inside of me.” Ezra wanted to feel the burn and resistance of his body as it swallowed Roman’s magnificent cock all the way down. “Will you fill me now?”
“Almost, babe.”
Roman rubbed his thighs while Ezra could only moan and beg his desires in wordless pleas. Finally, Roman descended upon him. Blanketed by the larger man’s body, Ezra struggled under his weight—not all of it because Roman was always careful, but enough that it felt better than a tight hug or his favorite sweater vest.
