Chapter 7 Olly

" Wow. Your body is perfect," Ezra says as he continues taking measurements. I'm standing on a mini stage in the back of Beauty and the Boutique. We are surrounded by a large three-panel dressing mirror that shows off various angles of the pastel-yellow suit I've become obsessed with.

"Why thank you," I snark, feeling playful.

A quick sharp spank hits my ass. I blink. Did Ezra just spank me? I peer down at him where he's kneeling in front of me on the carpet. "Did you just—"

Another smack to the ass.

"Hey! Be careful back there! You have me pinned like a damn pin cushion over here."

His smile is contagious. As he continues working, he does this cute little wiggle that reminds me of an excited puppy. I'm pretty sure the brat is excited that he got away with spanking me.

"So, what was this about my body?"

"Yes, the world knows you have the perfect body. The body of a rock god. Don't get fucking cocky about it." He smirks. "What I mean is that your body was the ideal body type I had in mind for this suit."

I run my fingers through his wavy blond hair and he leans into it. Fuck. Seeing him on his knees like this, looking at me with his pretty blue eyes, is giving me some dirty thoughts. Not to mention the damn mirror. I'd be able to see Ezra do some dirty things at all kinds of angles.

I can feel my cock start to grow thick under the suit pants, and I pray Ezra doesn't see.

"Tell me about this fashion show," I say, hoping to keep my thoughts PG. "What kind of theme is it? Do you know yet?"

He shakes his head and runs the measuring tape up between my legs, caressing his hand on my inner thigh. I swallow hard and glance up at the ceiling.

"I need to get accepted first, but if I do, then the competition is in Sacramento. In my acceptance letter, they should have a theme picked out. We'll then have only two months to design and produce a line of clothing catering to that theme. Then, during the fashion show, we have models walk the runway and show off our pieces."

"What do the winners get?"

"The top three winners will be featured in Dee Rama Magazine. Which is literally a dream come true for me. But the top prize will be twenty thousand dollars, a full article, feature, and cover in Dee Rama."

I whistle. "Damn, that's a nice prize. I'd love to see your designs featured in such a huge magazine."

He grins up at me. "You know, you're the first one to get it. When I tried applying a few years ago, Forrest asked what I was going to do with the money. Everyone always asks about the money. Which would obviously be nice to have, but I wasn't kidding when I said it would be a dream to see an outfit of mine in that magazine."

"I bet. Having your work in Dee Rama can literally make your career. It cost thousands and thousands of dollars to even have a small ad in Dee Rama. But to have your clothes featured and celebrated? That could potentially take you further than what you could do with the prize money."

He nods eagerly and grips my thighs, palms traveling higher. I groan internally as my cock grows harder.

"I got all the measurements I needed. This suit is going to look even better on you once I tailor it."

The suit really is unique. Its color gives it an edge that is totally fitting of a rock star persona. But when you look closer at the sky-blue stitching and trim, it also makes this suit look sleek and expensive. I can imagine someone like Regé-Jean Page, David Beckham, or even my favorite actor, Jude Hale, rocking a suit like this on the red carpet.

"Speaking of models. I still need to find mine. I want to have at least one woman and one man, but I'll wait till I get accepted before asking someone."

My heart pounds harder as I realize I want to do it. I want to help Ezra show the world his art by being his model. "When is the show? You said in two months, right?" I could do it. It wouldn't be the same as me on stage performing. I might need to bring it up with my therapist just in case, but I know I want to do this for Ezra. Assuming he wants me to.

"Yup. Why, wanna walk the catwalk for me?" he jokes.

"Yes. I do." Determination lights my soul.

Ezra pauses, lips parted. "Wait, are you serious? Won't that ruin your bad boy image?" he teases.

Despite the last remark, I can hear the excitement in his voice, and I can't hide how much of a thrill that gives me. "I am. Let me model your designs for you." I wave a hand down at his tablet. "You just took all my measurements. I've walked a runway before. Not to mention I have a lot of experience in professional photo shoots." If he gets accepted, I'll do whatever I can to make Ezra's show a hit.

"Oh my gosh! Yes." He nods. "Yes, yes, yes. If you are willing to model for me, then I want you." Ezra jumps to his feet and tackles me.

I catch him easily as he wraps his legs around my waist. I cup his ass and knead his flesh, causing him to moan. We kiss with a desperation that feels like our lives depend on it. His light lip gloss smears onto my lips with a silky glide that has me hungry for more. "Mmm. You taste like cherries. You did the other night, too."

I remember that first kiss we shared, then all the kisses since. Damn, and the way he straddled me right in the middle of the shop. My erection is throbbing, and I feel precum leaking into my underwear.

Ezra drops to his knees again, and I gasp, looking around. The shop is closed up for the night and the doors are locked, so I have no idea why I'm glancing toward the front as if someone will walk through. "Ezra," I groan. "What are you doing?"

Fuck. I damn well know what he's doing, but I swear he always has me on a hair trigger.

"Olly, please, can I suck your cock?" He bats his lashes at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes.

"Fuck, doll. I'm a goner for you. Do you know you can ask me anything here on your knees before me? If you ask, I would do everything in my power to make it happen. Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't know." He unzips the pants of the suit he's been working on.

Damnit, I don't want to ruin his design with any kind of body fluid.

I quickly unbutton the white dress shirt, carefully pull off the jacket, and step out of the suit pants. My cock is hard and jutting forward. Ezra leans in and presses his face against my length. He looks up at me with large round eyes before seductively licking the base to tip.

"You're so freaking big, Olly." Ezra's cheeks are flushed.

I can't stop staring at him, working my cock with long, drawn-out licks. My cock has never looked this huge before, but with his sparkling eyes looking up at me and the thick veins running down my length, the image in front of me is pornographic.

Throw in that large panel mirror and I can see Ezra from all angles. The sight is almost too much.

Ezra gives me one more lick before shooting me a wicked smile that has my cock bobbing. It's been so damn long since anyone has gotten me hard. Even toward the end of my relationship with Oscar, I never felt like this. Never felt this good.

At first, I was frustrated that my body wouldn't get aroused after he messed with my head, but as I stare down at this tempting beauty, I could almost believe in fate. Almost as if my body has been waiting for Ezra.

I caress his cheek tenderly and his wicked smile turns soft. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch like a cat seeking warmth.

After only a moment, Ezra opens his eyes and focuses on my cock. "Such a sexy cock." He leans in and sucks the head between his lips. The heat of his mouth almost makes my knees buckle. Ezra moans around my length, getting it wet before bobbing up and down and slurping loudly.

He's putting on a show for me, but what's even hotter is he fucking loves sucking my cock, almost as much as I like getting head. I thrust my hips forward, and he groans. He pushes down on my cock, deep-throating me easily. Suddenly, I can feel the vibrations of his moans closing in around my head.

"Fuck. So good," I murmur, lost in his touch.

The sound of Ezra's zipper being unzipped hits my ears. He looks up with pleading eyes, silently begging.

I grin. "Such a good little doll for me. Look at you straining against your pants."

Ezra whimpers.

"Pull yourself out. Let me see how hard you are."

Ezra quickly shoves his pants down to his thighs, all while still working my dick with his mouth. The sight has me ready to come.

"Touch yourself," I growl. "Jerk your pretty cock while you suck me off."

Ezra moans, wrapping his slim fingers around his girth. I glance at him through the mirror; my favorite angle is seeing him work me from the side. He continues to bob his head, picking up speed.

"That's it doll. Faster. Make me come down your throat." I'm panting now. There's no fucking way I'm going to last. As soon as that thought occurs, I'm spilling down his throat with a groan. I glance down in time to see Ezra coming all over the floor as he shudders apart.

We stay like that for a while, with me breathing heavily above him. Ezra is lapping at my cock, still kneeling. Finally, I recover enough strength to move. I reach for his hands and help him to a standing position. I kiss him before pulling away and leaning my forehead against his.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I whisper. For some strange reason, I trust this man in front of me. It's probably all the endorphins, and maybe I'm being a fool, but it's nice to feel like I can trust someone besides my family and band.

"Of course, Olly. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

I let out a deep breath.

No, I know I can trust this man. My aunt has trusted him for years and I trust her. But it's more than that. Whatever the hell this is. It's real. It's fast as fuck, but it doesn't mean it's anything less.

"You are the first person I've been with in two years," I confess, still whispering. Something about the words that just slipped from my mouth makes me feel shaky and vulnerable. I feel like I'm opening up my chest and letting Ezra see a little piece of my heart. It's scary as fuck and it has me trembling.

Ezra's lips fall open. He leans in closer, his hands on my hips and his ocean eyes searching. To my shock, he traces the pad of his thumb under my eye and wipes away a stray tear. I feel like I'm going to crumble to ash and fly away. I don't understand why I'm this emotional over such a confession, but as Ezra wraps his slim arms around me, I feel safe. He might be smaller than me, but at this moment, Ezra is my anchor keeping me at bay.