Chapter Twenty-Four
Irving
The second Ezra started flirting, my mouth wired itself shut again. Even though every part of my body started responding, positively vibrating right there in front of the guys, my lips were locked tight as a bank vault.
I didn’t know what he thought he was doing. Maybe Brick was into him, judging by the way his eyes roamed all over Ezra’s body, but I already knew what he thought of me, and it wasn’t flattering.
What, was I supposed to just excuse myself so the two of them could fool around together? I might as well be hanging out in the living room while my boyfriend and my roommate got it on the bedroom again.
Then Brick looked straight at me, and he licked his lips.
My body responded to his emerald stare, blood rushing to my face and my cock so fast I felt dizzy.
Was this really happening?
Ezra curled his legs up to the bed, folding them behind his knees and sitting up. Bouncing a little in place, he shot a grin straight to Brick. “Do you like what you’re looking at, Brick?”
“Ezra,” I hissed out of the side of my mouth. “What are you doing?”
Ezra kept bouncing, his eyes pointed at Brick. Brick let out a chuckle, the noise rumbling in his chest. “You got another thing coming, kid.”
“I hope so.”
I wanted to push Ezra backward, then drag him out of the motel room by the hand. My heart was thumping in anticipation, a weird sense of danger and desire tingling along my spine. It was like I expected Brick to reject me at any moment, which made me realize that I really, really didn’t want him to reject me.
Brick stood up, and I saw the way his jeans hung low on his hips and the trail of hair that ran down his belly, disappearing beneath the fly. He had a faded tattoo of a truck on the side of his ribs, and faint curly hairs grew across his chest, swirling around his nipples. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he said, towering over us.
Ezra stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his finger, earning a little moan from me. “I think we do, Brick.”
“Ezra…” I whispered again, grabbing his hand to steady myself.
He turned, placing his face only a few inches from my own. “Are you okay with this?” he asked. “I can stop, but…”
My mouth clamped shut again. I wanted to say a million things, but my lips kept trembling.
Ezra’s face softened, and he gave me a warm smile with a nod. “It’s okay, Irving. I’ll stop,” he whispered.
“Don’t stop!” The words erupted out my mouth so fast I almost didn’t hear myself say them.
“Don’t?”
My breath quickened, and I tried to find a way to say what I wanted, to name the desire that was building up inside of me. When the words didn’t come, I did the next best thing. I placed my hand on Ezra’s cheek, removed the glasses from his head, and pressed my lips against his in a deep, slow kiss.
We kept kissing, our tongues exploring each other, and I got so lost in the tantalizing pleasure of it that I almost forgot what else was happening. Then Brick let out a long, low breath, and my eyes snapped back his direction.
He was standing a few feet away, staring down at us with those eyes. The green in his gaze was like a flash of lightning beneath his thick brow, and his jaw was set hard, his teeth grinding together like he was about to tackle someone twice his size. Mostly, though, I noticed the beast in his jeans. The outline of his thick shaft was clear against the denim, and with Ezra’s lips tracing my own, I remembered how needy I had felt kneeling in front of Brick in the bar.
Ezra stroked the side of my face. When he caught a look of Brick’s cock, he flipped over onto his stomach, kicking his legs back in the air and arching his back to show off his booty. “Come on, Brick,” he cooed. “What are you waiting for?”
I could have fainted. “Ezra,” I whispered again, dizzy from his boldness.
It was like Brick was unleashed, Ezra’s words giving him permission to move into action. He dropped onto the bed, landing on his knees behind Ezra. Ezra laughed and wiggled his butt some more, and Brick placed his hand against Ezra’s backside, stroking down toward his balls. Ezra kept making these little whimpering noises that almost sounded like moans while he thrust his butt out.
Brick turned to me. The flecks of red stood out against the chestnut of his stubble. His eyes looked tired but fierce, and when he placed his hand on my face, I quivered at the touch.
We started kissing, his stubble burning my skin and his teeth biting down gently on my bottom lip. He was just as rough as he had been at the Steel Rose, but as his rough hands rubbed the side of my face, I felt held, almost protected. I moaned and groped at his biceps, and when he pulled his mouth away, he swatted gently at my backside.
“Irving.” He said my name like he was ordering me to do something. I blinked, my eyelashes fluttering as I tried to think of what to say in response.
