Chapter 12

Twelve

Josh

E zra eases himself down on my left leg, smirking as he rubs his dick against me. Just when I’m reaching down to touch it, he leans forward and wraps his arms around my neck.

“Miller,” he rasps just under my ear. “What are you doing to me?”

Our cheeks brush as his lips find mine, his tongue gliding firm but gentle into my mouth as his arm settles around my shoulders. He holds me so close our pecs press together, both our chests pumping as we breathe heavy. His free hand finds my cock through my jeans, cupping it and teasing, trying to stroke through the fabric. He’s rubbing his stiff dick against my leg, but sometimes we get so lost in kissing that he stops moving his hips, putting all his focus on our joined mouths and his hand on my cock.

This is what it’s like to kiss a boy . My head reels.

I love his dick so much it makes me dizzy, but the kissing— fuck . The way he can’t stop, even when we both can’t breathe; he goes for little kisses at those moments: soft and quick, no tongue, and once, when we’re both really panting, he presses his cheek to mine, his hand trailing up into my hair.

“You’re so perfect.” Muffled words. His mouth against my neck. I stroke my fingers through his hair, too, tickling down his nape.

“You are.” He feels good atop me. Warm and heavy.

“Is this okay?” Ezra whispers.

I lean back to look up into his eyes. I find them glazed and stretched wide, his cheeks pink, lips parted. So I kiss them. We kiss like we’re going for the damn Olympics. When we pull apart to pant, I whisper near his ear, “You’re a great kisser.”

Then we’re at it again—so gentle it makes me shiver. Little kisses…deeper kisses… His hand’s wrapped around my nape. His other one is rubbing my cock. I’m rubbing him, too. I urge his pants down, giving me more access. Every time my fingers trace the rim of his cockhead through his boxers, his hips jerk a little, and he moans into my mouth. We find a rhythm, going at it until I’m so close I can’t stop groaning. Both our bodies are lust-taut and shaking.

I reach around behind Ez, urging him to straddle me higher so we can hump each other. He complies, which gives me a rush. But instead of pushing our cocks together and going for the cum explosion, he just peers down at me.

“Whatcha doing?” I smile.

He blinks, looking dazed, holding his cock with his big hand.

“Taking a breather?”

“You’re fucking me up,” he whispers.

“We’re making each other feel good.”

He nods slowly, holding my gaze.

“You good, dude?”

He nods again, still looking wide-eyed.

I reach out and rub his chest through his shirt, feeling for his nipple. When I squeeze, he sucks a breath in. I sit up so I can kiss him better.

“Gay is the way, amirite?” We both laugh.

Goddamn, this is everything I’ve wanted and more. He’s so fucked up, his kisses are now open-mouthed and sloppy. I can feel a sheen of sweat through his shirt, feel his muscles trembling. Pretty sure I am, too.

The next time we pull apart, I get off the couch and kneel down on my knees beside it.

“Lie down, angel.”

His eyes hold mine for a second before he lies on his back, closes them, and lays his hand over his dick.

“Let it out.” I’m grinning. “Look how thin the boxers are. They’re gonna rip.”

He keeps his eyes closed as he works the boxers down his ass—there’s a moment where his dick goes boiinngg —before pulling them down his hair-dusted quads.

“Oh, fuck me. Dude, you’re beautiful. You know that?” I ask.

I grab hold of him, feeling my cock throb at the sight of his monster erection. I drag my palm over his thick tip.

“You could be a model, angel. Every single inch of this is gorgeous.”

I cup under his balls, squeezing gently. Ez lets out a loud moan.

“Tell me that feels good and that I didn’t hurt you,” I whisper.

His hand comes on top of mine, fingers encircling my wrist. He pushes my hand over his dick. He groans, “Good.”

“You wanna get off again? Right here on the family couch?”

I rise up on my knees a little more and try to suck him from the side. I can’t get the angle right, but I don’t think he notices. Ezra’s panting harder, lifting his hips up to try to help me. I hold his balls, which are feeling tauter, fuller.

“You need to get off, huh?”

He lifts his eyes open and blinks up at me, his lips parted as he pants. I give his cock a long suck.

“Do you know how much I fucking love it when you look at me that way?”

He smiles—just a twitch of his lips.

I decide to climb up on the couch again to suck him off from a better angle, but when I try, he sits up and goes at my pants.

“Got an idea,” he says roughly.

He frees my dick and wraps a hand around it, pulling me toward him by my cock and scooting closer at the same time with his knees spread. I realize with a flash of need that he wants us pressed together.

“Fuck yeah.”

The position is a little awkward, but so worth it. Ezra grabs us both and rubs our long, thick shafts together.

“Feels good,” I rasp.

He wraps both of his hands around us, and my hips start fucking moving. Both of us are thrusting, groaning. He leans up and kisses my chin. Then his hands tighten around the two of us, and we start working toward a rhythm.

Every time he grips our cockheads, rubbing them together, I see stars. His hand works both of our shafts, his dick rubbing against mine a millisecond out of time with his hand’s stroking in a way that nearly blows my damn mind.

He’s only been jerking us for a minute or two when I feel my balls draw up. My junk gets that tight, full, about-to-blow sensation, and I grip his shoulder, bow my head down. His hand comes below my balls and holds them.

“Hey, DG,” he whispers. “ You’re about to come for me.”

Then he presses our cockheads together, grips just underneath them, and does something with his two squeezing hands that makes his words come true like magic. I come so hard I’m not aware of anything but so much pleasure that it makes my abs clench and my throat tighten. It moves through me in tight, golden cum waves, leaving me tired enough to fall asleep on top of him after it passes through me. I’m vaguely aware that I came all over his stomach, but I’m too spent to worry.

By the time I open my eyes, I realize I’m probably crushing him. I laugh, trying to find words, and he leans up so he can kiss my throat.

I look down and find his hand still loosely around us. We’re both covered in cum. Our dicks look good together. So good that mine twitches like it wants round two.

Ezra laughs, and his firms up a little bit, too.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I confess.

“Hard same.”

We both laugh at that. I pull off my shirt and clean us up as he leans his head back on the couch and closes his eyes.

When I’m finished wiping our jizz up, I trace a hand over his six-pack.

“Perfect angel,” I whisper.

“You.” He grips my hip with his damp hand, moving backward to the curve of my ass. “Fuck.” He grits his teeth, looking like he’s in pain.

“You okay?”

Ezra laughs, dragging his eyes open. “This is fucking nuts. When I’m with you, I come like—”

“Like what?” I whisper, grinning.

“It’s like a drug. Like my dick’s fucking pumped on something. Even now” —he reaches down to palm himself—“I bet I could get off again. Like, five minutes.”

He runs his hand over my abs just above my cock .

“I want to suck you again,” he says. “All the time.” He sounds so enthusiastic, even as he looks fucking exhausted. It makes me laugh.

“I’m surprised to hear this.”

“I know,” Ezra whisper-moans. His eyes shut. “Cause I’m a fucking asshole liar.” He looks up at me again, not speaking for a moment. “You’re the only one I could have done this for. With,” he murmurs.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders, hooks his leg over mine. “Dude, just looking at you makes me wanna come.” He kisses my hair. “Even how you fucking smell. It gets into me.” His words are soft moans. “I knew…”

“What did you know, angel?”

“I knew that when I let you touch me— If I tasted you—”

He sounds breathless as his hand delves between us. “Look.” I look down. He’s clutching a full-on boner. “I could go again,” he whispers.

“Feel me,” I laugh.

I got wood again a second ago, when his lips tickled my hair.

“Jesus. Let’s go upstairs. I’ve got another idea, but I think we need a bed.”

Up in my room, Ezra shows me side-lying sixty-nine. When he’s sucking my dick, he pushes a finger into me, and it’s mind-bendingly amazing. We come at almost the same time, both swallowing, and I feel weak and dizzy and incredible when I lift my head.

“How ya feel?” he whispers, looking tired but sleepy.

“Amazing,” I manage. “You?”

“Too good,” he murmurs.

I shift so we’re facing one another. So I can look into his eyes and push his hair back off his forehead.

“There’s no such thing as too good, Ezra.” On a whim, I wrap an arm around him, pulling him against my chest.

“Only with you,” he whispers, with a heavy-lidded smile. He looks happy. He looks sated. He looks like mine—for just the smallest moment.

Then his body gives a little twitch, and he’s asleep.