Chapter 10

Ten

Josh

" E zra!"

I feel sick, then pissed, as I take off behind him. "Ezra!"

When he doesn't slow, it kick-starts my adrenaline. I jog faster, speeding up enough so that I’m close enough to catch his arm. I grab him at an angle that makes him whirl partway toward me.

"Damn, dude! What did I do?"

His eyes flash like lightning.

"You don't want me touching you?" My fucking voice cracks on the words as I look down at the ground. I squeeze my eyes shut as tears throb behind them. "Sorry."

His hand comes under my chin, squeezing, and my body freezes.

"No." Ezra lifts my face so our eyes meet. "I knew if you touched me one more time, I would do this."

And then he steps in closer, wraps a hand around the back of my head, and kisses me so hard and deep I nearly slide to the ground.

The first thought I have, as he makes my limbs go weak and my heart swell up twice its size, is I don’t know how . I don’t know how to kiss him back. I try…as he attacks my mouth—over and over in a gentle, hot, slick rhythm. God, I hope I’m doing this right .

I'm scared until I feel him shaking; his lips pull off mine so he can pant like he’s been running. Then he comes back to me. Hands and mouth…his hips, his pecs pressed to mine. Who’s shaking? It’s both of us. We kiss till my head spins. Until my lips feel bruised and sore and my tongue stings a little from the tangle with his. His teeth nip at my lip, and my whole body does this little tremor.

He pulls back with wide eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

His lips are red. I huff a soft laugh, and his face relaxes. "No." I touch his mouth. "Your lips are swollen."

He looks down. "That's not all."

There's a bulge in his pants. Not a bulge. A rock-hard boner trying to get out. It makes my aching-hard erection throb.

"Fuck," he murmurs as he reaches down to cup me. "Now we've gotta walk home," he rasps, covering a smile with his hand.

"Let me jerk you."

He kisses my lips gently. “Miller, Miller… Who knew you were such an exhibitionist?”

“I can’t walk like this.”

His palm cups me as he grins a wicked grin.

"Let's go over there behind the crypt,” I whisper. “Between it and the brick wall. I'll pull down your pants and—"

"You'll pull down your pants and let me suck you off." He grabs my wrist and starts to lead me that way. Then he cuts his eyes over his shoulder at me, gentling his grip on my arm. He stops walking and steps closer to me, holding my hip as his lips find my neck.

"Can you take your pants down outside and let me blow you? I won't smear it on your abs. I'll swallow every…fucking…drop."He kisses me between each word.

I can barely speak for what he's doing to my throat now.

"What do you say?" He drops a kiss over the spot he just bruised and cups my elbow with his hand.

"I want you," I manage. "Before."

He nibbles at my lower lip, rubbing me through my pants. He rubs so good, my eyes sag shut. I start to press myself against his hand.

"What do you want to do to me?" his low voice murmurs.

"Suck you. Suck your balls and your dick." I'm rubbing him again now. I can feel how hard he is. He's hard for me .

"Let's go," he says. This time, he takes my hand. He leads me into the trees, behind some of the taller crypts, and motions to a soft-looking spot between two saplings.

"You first,” I rasp. My heart's pounding and my cock's throbbing; all I want is to touch him.

"I've got an idea. Lie down. Take your pants down.” I do what he asks, lying on my back in the leaves, and he's pulling his pants down, too. I blink up at him.

Oh fuck...he’s so big. It looks like a living thing under his dark green boxers. I push myself up on an elbow, wanting to pet him through the fabric, but he crouches in front of me, pushing my shoulders down. And then he’s crawling over me. Jesus H., he’s getting into sixty-nine position.

"Suck my balls,” he says, pulling his boxers down so I can see his thick dickhead, “and let me get you off. Then you can...do more if you want to,” he breathes.

Holy shit, his dick is insane. Long and thick and…shit, it’s damn near perfect. There’s no way it’s smaller than eight inches. His balls are big and round and low-hanging .

I’m starstruck for a second. Then the only thing I want is just to touch it. I cup his balls in one sweaty hand, huffing out a laugh as I can barely fit them in my palm. My other hand finds his base, stroking the soft, silky skin over his thick shaft. I’m tightening my abs so I can lean up, wanting to flick my tongue over his sac, when his mouth seals around my cockhead.

"Aghhhh."My hips buck, and he moves his mouth off me. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Please . Fuck."

He chuckles, but his lower body’s trembling just like I am. I can't get his dick into my mouth from this angle, lying under it, but I can run my hand over his long, thick boner, teasing as he wraps his lips around my cock again, sucking deeper than he has before. My whole body glows with good feels, but I want him more than I want to relax and enjoy. I go for his taint with my tongue, licking once—making him groan and shift his hips away.

"I can’t suck you if you do that,” he rasps.

"Then don't suck."

He does, though. He rolls his tongue around me before swallowing my dick so deep it makes him choke. I stroke the inside of his muscular thigh, then shut my eyes as I pump him with my hand.

He tries to deepthroat me again, groaning around me as I play with his balls—rolling them in my hand, cupping them. When I try to stroke behind them, he lifts himself off me again. Fucker . I grab his dick, squeezing lightly, and I feel him hum around my cock.

He thrusts his hips in time with my stroking, and his mouth swallows me deeper.

“God, Ezra…”

Chills pop out all over my body as my cock’s encased in velvet warmth. His tongue’s thrashing near my base as his throat spasms around my cockhead .

"I'm close…"

His head starts bobbing as he eases some of me out, sucking my head, teasing the tip with his tongue before deepthroating me again. I want to fuck with him, with that huge dick that’s bobbing up above me, but his finger prods behind my balls…finds my hole. I’m moaning as he pulls his mouth off my cock, spits into his hand, and takes me back in, sucking my cock with his cheeks as he smears his saliva around my hole.

As he's sucking me so fucking good my stomach aches from the force, Ezra pushes with his pinkie, working just the tip into me.

"God..." My body bucks all on its own. I'm thrusting into his throat. He sucks me once then pulls off.

"Let me get in deeper..."His low voice is shaking.

"Okay,” I moan.

He pushes in more, and I can't help it. I'm filled with his finger—something's in me—and I blow.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt: a whole-body spasm that rocks me so hard it’s like blacking out as bliss moves through me in a tight, hot, wave that loosens and tingles and then rolls back over again. I don’t even realize that I’m coming in his mouth until I feel him swallowing, and then I open my eyes.

He’s got an arm wrapped around my thigh, and I can see his ribcage moving as he sucks air in through his nose. After a minute, he eases me out of his mouth. His lips brush my tip and then I hear him panting.

Above me, his dick is looking longer, stiffer, pointing almost parallel with his abs despite the tug of gravity. His balls are drawn up nice and taut. I reach up and cup them, and he lets out a loud groan.

“Let me make you come now…”

He doesn’t move, so I tease the inside of his thigh with just a fingertip, and his whole body shudders.

“Miller,” he groans.

He kisses my shaft and then rolls off me, lying on his back in the grass. With his dick jutting up and his cheeks flushed and his lips all swollen red, he looks like the patron saint of secret fucks. He looks young as he peers up at me with dazed eyes. I’m grinning as I crawl atop him, cupping his face.

“Hey, angel.” I drag my palm over his throat. I kiss his Adam’s apple, then his chin and jaw and finally his lips. I kiss him deep, with tongue, and taste myself, which makes my stomach do a weird twist.

Ezra likes it. He seems to like my kissing, so I must be doing okay. He grabs onto my head, holding me in place gently, taking it deeper. It’s like last time: fast and hard and desperate, like he knows that one of us will die in half an hour and he’s going to use every second.

When he’s breathing so hard and fast that he can only cup my cheek and lean his forehead against my jaw, he whispers, “It hurts.”

“Your dick hurts?”

I can feel him reaching down to hold himself.

“I’ll jerk off,” he says in a voice that trembles.

“Fuck no. Are you kidding me?” I kiss his cheek, his lips, and look into his lust-glazed eyes. “I want nothing more. I want to suck you off, angel. Make you feel good.”

I reach down between us, wrap my hand around his thick tip.

“I’m not…an angel.” The words are little shivers as I smear his precum around.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” I drop a kiss on his pec and then crawl down him, settling atop his thick quads.

“Someone’s looking cut as fuck,” I murmur, tracing a line of muscle.

He’s so amped up, the light touch makes him shiver. He moans, and I lean down to lap at his cockhead. Before I start, I look up at him. “Just gonna do a little licking here… Popsicle style.”

He grunts as I gather his big balls in my palm and give him a long lick along the underside of his cock.

“Christ.” His hands reach for my head as I lean away, giving him a grin.

“Relax, angel. Shut your eyes and let me show you how good you are.”

He can’t relax. I guess he’s been on the verge of coming for a while, and now his balls are firmed up and his dick is leaking like a sieve. He’s so desperate, he rocks his hips and bounces his big, veiny cock until I close my mouth around him. Then he grips my head and pushes partway into my mouth.

“Mills.” It’s a whimper.

I pull off and whisper, “Don’t worry. I’m about to suck you good and let you come. Close your eyes and give it to me. I want all of it.”

I lick all up and down him. Then I suck his head back into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. He’s so big, I’m not sure how I’ll get more of his dick than just this into my mouth. I stretch my jaw as wide as I can just to take the top half of him. I tease the rim of him with my tongue, try to stuff the tip of it into his little leaking slit, and when he comes up off the ground for that, I take him as deep as I can, gagging as he whimpers “fuck” and tries to jerk out of my mouth.

I’m so surprised, I almost lose hold of him, but my hand grabs him near his base. I tighten my grip and gobble him back down, so when his cock throbs and he gives a low shout, all his hot, thick cum sprays right down my throat. I shut my eyes and find a rhythm with the swallowing, noticing as I do that his entire lower half is quaking.

When I’ve drained him dry, I lick around him, kissing him once more along a big, beautiful vein before I lift my head to give him a grin.

There’s an arm over his face. He’s breathing hard and fast .

“You okay?”

He holds his free arm out like he wants me come and lie beside him. After a glance around, and confirmation that we’re hidden by the trees, I do just that. Ezra hugs me to him, and I realize he’s still got chills. His nipples are little points.

Good Lord, I’m fucking hard again. I tug my pants up and try to focus on this moment. The hard, warm ground behind my back, the tight way he holds me while he gulps back big breaths…coming down. He moves his arm off his face. His eyes are red. He smiles, looking different than I’ve ever seen him. Softer. There’s a look of shock on his face, like he can’t believe something could feel so good as what I just did to him.

I did that.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

“You should be a porn star, dude. That’s like another appendage and fuck, it tasted so good.”

He gets this look on his face…wide eyes and his mouth bent into a flat-lipped duck thing. Then he breaks into the most euphoric grin.

“You’re crazy,” he murmurs. I notice his ears are red.

“Crazy ’bout that pipe.”

Just to be dramatic, I crawl back down to it and give it a little light kiss, my nose brushing his dark curls as I do.

His hands rove over my head and my shoulders as I crawl back up him, straddling his hips. He runs his big hand over my cock, which is pushing against my pants.

“I put a finger in your hole, Mills.”

I shut my eyes, and his hand strokes my knee.

“You embarrassed?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “It felt good.”

He reaches his hand into the leg of my shorts and starts jerking me slowly, like he’s just toying around, but I realize as I’m about to come that this was always his goal. Just when I’m so amped up I start to moan, his free hand pulls my shorts and briefs down. He gives me a few more jerks, and I come all over his chest. He’s grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat as he smears his finger through it and tastes.

“You taste good.” He smirks, this time failing to pull off the full effect and looking kind of silly. “Just another thing good…” He lifts a brow, and my heart presses against my chest in a way that makes it hard to breathe.

“And now you’re blushing,” he whispers.

“Shut up, red ears.”

He grins, looking guilty. He sits up and wipes his hand over the mess on his abs. Then he tugs on his sweatshirt and smears it in the inside pocket, which makes me laugh.

“Oh my God.”

I notice he’s hard again and move for his dick, but he catches my hand, kissing it before he starts to get up.

“We’ve gotta get dressed,” he murmurs. “What if someone found us?”

"If you’re sure you can walk."

He tucks himself into the waist of his boxers, then reaches down and helps me to my feet. We straighten ourselves up with smirks and little funny smiles. When we’re decent, his eyes catch mine and hold them. I can’t read what’s on his flushed face, but I think he looks content.