Chapter 14

Fourteen

Josh

E z looks damn near delirious, with spots of color on his cheekbones and his eyelids heavy, like he might pass out at any second. He looks gorgeous on his pale gray sheets with that big, machine body.

"Keep on lying there and I'll go grab a towel, wipe all that jizz off you."

"I like it," Ezra rasps, his eyes half shut, his fingers rubbing at the cum on his balls.

When I get back, I find he still looks lust-high. It makes me feel so good—that being with me sated him so fucking good and made him look so doped up on endorphins.

I lean down and kiss his lips. "Beautiful Ezra."

"You are." His hand comes to my cheek. "Nobody better than Josh Miller," he says, smiling this sweet little smile. He reaches down to run his fingers over my back as I clean the cum off his thighs and balls. They draw up as I touch them, which makes my dick twitch.

I feel like I'm forgetting something as I look up at him, but he's smiling, looking sleepy and so happy as he holds his arm out. "Come up here beside me," he says gruffly.

I do, and he hugs me to him.

"Thanks for um like...taking me in." He's smiling almost shyly, looking like he might laugh as he says it. Then I think he’s definitely embarrassed, which is so cute. I kiss his cheek.

"It was intense. And felt so good. Like a direct link between my ass and my dick. Having it all filled up like that…so fucking stretched. It was so fucking amazing. Makes me wanna come again right now. What was it like for you?" I ask.

"Like this...hot squeeze. Hot and soft. Jerking me off."

Ez pulls the covers over himself, and I’m surprised to see a hump there. Surprised and turned on. "Oh, angel. Somebody's still hard." I reach down and rub my hand over him. When that’s not enough—I want to see that gorgeous dick—I pull the covers down, and it hits me. "I didn't take that plug out for you."

"For me?" His voice rasps on the words. He laughs. "I don't think I asked."

"Oh God. Does it still feel good? Pumping your dick up?"

"It feels good," he whispers.

"That's why you look so glowy."

"What?" He smiles, and he is absolutely lust-drunk.

"Fuck. I'm gonna have to get down there and play with you now."

I do, and he's moving his hips. He looks like he's gonna come before I even touch him.

"Shit, dude,” I rasp. “This is sexy as hell."

"It's weird." He sounds breathless. "It just feels...so good. After I came...it kept feeling good there."

I stroke my fingertips over his powerful quads, tickle his big, swollen balls. They draw up, all taut and heavy.

"Oh yeah, angel. I love this. If I push the plug in deeper, is that okay?"

He nods, closing his eyes—and I get an idea .

"What if I were to take it out...and push more lube up in there for you. And maybe put in something bigger. Something I could really fuck you with. Little in and out." I rub a hand over my dick.

His eyes open. “Oh God. Yes, please."

"You sure?” I laugh. “I know you told me—" I don't finish.

“Do it now, Mills,” he begs. “I’m gonna shut my eyes and think about interceptions. I’m so close…”

He’s right—he is close. His knees are drawn up, all his muscles taut as I work the plug out of him and press some lube into him with my fingers.

"You gotta really relax for me, angel. Remember I love you and I'm about to make you feel amazing. You sure it'll be okay?"

"Yeah. Fuck me, dude. I want it.”

He looks beyond sexy, so damn turned on for me.

I rub my cockhead over his hole, smearing the slick lube. "I can't wait to feel you on the inside. Make you feel good. If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll come out."

"'S not gonna hurt, Mills. C'mon. Let me have it." He laughs, sounding hoarse.

I hold his hip and rub my cockhead over his hole one more time, feeling shocked that we’re about to do this. I’m about to feel him from the inside.

“Okay,” I whisper. His hand strokes my knee. And then I push—as firm and steady as I can without forcing. Ezra’s body trembles, and he breathes deep as the tip of my cock disappears into his tight heat. He shuts his eyes and spreads his knees. “Mills…deeper."

I push in slowly, inch by steady, careful inch, until I've got him stuffed and stretched, and Ezra gives a hoarse moan. I’m surprised when he shifts his hips. He groans, his legs quaking slightly. "Oh God, Mills. I'm gonna— Goddamn! ”

His cockhead spurts a stream of precum, and it’s so erotic that I feel my dick throb deep inside him.

I run my fingertips down his shaft, smearing the hot liquid, and he gives another rough moan.

“Look at you,” I murmur. “Big dick leaking cause you’ve got a big dick stuffing your hole.”

I can see my words hit his brain. His face goes slack, his lips part, and he shifts on my cock—maybe asking for more. I roll my hips, pushing deeper into him, and his hole clenches around me.

“Oh God!”

“That’s right, baby. You feel so good.” I pull out just a little and push back in, and his legs flex, his chest pumps as he whimpers and his legs writhe.

“Feels good, huh?” I whisper. “Like something’s coming at you two ways.” I grip his shaft as my balls draw up, so damn ready. I give his cock a few light strokes, and more cum spills out.

“Aaaghh… Mills .”

I stroke him again, slow and careful. Then I draw a little out. I look at his face, at his beautiful face, so wasted and flushed. I thumb his fat tip, punch my cock into him.

And he comes. He fucking blows, and it shoots everywhere, and seeing his face rapt with pleasure makes me come inside him. Holy fuck, I'm coming inside Ezra. His hand grips my knee, fingers damp and shaking. He groans almost like it hurts—and he slurs, “So warm.” He laughs, eyes shut.

“Oh yeah…” I stroke his hip gently. He’s full of my cum now. “You like that?”

“Oh, Jesus.” He bends his legs at the knees, abs clenching. "That was—fucking crazy." His voice is this sexy tremble.

"You good, angel?"

“Fuck yeah.” He’s still groaning. His cock’s still hard.

“You like that,” I whisper. “Being the taker?”

He shudders, and when his eyes find mine, his face is so flushed. “Yeah. Oh God. It still…feels—”

“Is it sore? Let me come out.”

He skates a fingertip through the cum on his abs. “It feels good.” He wipes cum off his cockhead, pushing himself to me like he wants to feel stuffed again.

“Oh, angel. This is the hottest thing…”

He looks embarrassed, even as he’s sort of smiling. He looks strained, exhausted. Well-fucked.

I run my hand over his hip again before I pull out slowly. “My beautiful Ezra. Let's go to the shower. We're both filthy by now."

That makes him laugh. He seems out of it as we get into the shower. Then we're in there, and he's hugging me, his arms around my shoulders. He just hugs me for a long time, and when he pulls away, he gives me a sleepy-eyed smile. The one that says I'm his and he's mine. The one that tells me nothing will change that.