“I want you to show me how good that pretty mouth can be, Ezra,” he says, diving a hand into my hair.
Eager to please him, I flick my tongue against his crown. Finally, he’s letting me touch him, and I’m going to make it good for him.
I run my tongue along his shaft in long strokes and run it over his slit like he did to me. I moan at the salty taste of pre-cum. Trace his prominent veins down to suck his heavy balls into my mouth.
“Fuck. I love this,” I say, then draw his cock into my mouth. He groans. Both of his hands grip me by the hair.
I work him over slowly, more concerned about technique than speed. I want to please him. Need to satisfy him.
I suck his cock hard enough to hollow out my cheeks. Then I take him as deep as I can go, still leaving several inches exposed. I wrap my hand around him too, stroking in sync with my movements.
Cain soon takes control. He holds my head firmly as he fucks into my mouth. “That’s it, beautiful boy. Take me deep. Look at you. Fucking perfect on your knees for me. Do you want my cum?”
I moan on his cock. My hands grip the back of his thighs, his powerful muscles flexing with every thrust.
“Fuck. Ezra.” Cain groans. “You were made to ruin me. Swallow all of it. Not a drop wasted. Need you filled up.”
He comes in my mouth, and I struggle to drink all of him down. My fingers dig into his skin as his cock pulses on my tongue. But I take it all before I pop off and sag onto the wet tiles.
Cain leans down to kiss my mouth. He slips his tongue past my lips to make sure I didn’t leave a trace of him behind.
“You are perfect,” he murmurs. “Perfect for me.”
He lifts me onto my feet and washes both of our bodies. I’m already half in a comatose state, my eyelids fluttering heavily.
He laughs and helps me out of the shower to towel me off.
When I step in front of the mirror, I don’t recognize the man staring back at me. His tan skin glows over newfound muscles. His eyes are bright. He looks content, the storm inside calmed for once.
Cain dresses us both. He tugs me into his bed, keeping me tight against his warm body.
God, if you do exist, please don’t take this good thing away from me. I think I’d be crushed if this ever comes to an end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CAIN
It’s already 7PM, and I’ve done little more than read over the same email a thousand times and move my mouse around my computer screen.
I wasn’t feeling up to leading a debriefing meeting after our shipyard operation, so I forced Rev to do it. I know I’ll get shit from him later. His coy little smile is already pissing me off, like he knows shit he shouldn’t. Which is impossible because he hasn’t seen Ezra today.
Can Rev sense when someone got off? Wouldn’t surprise me if that was his super power.
Just thinking about Ezra with his mouth around my cock has me half-hard under my desk. I have two choices. Force myself to work or abandon this futile goal and go home to play with him.
It’s hard for me to be selfish in this line of work, which is why I keep trying to fall back into my normal routine. This consuming thing with Ezra is becoming dangerous. We need to slow down.Ineed to slow down.
First thing this morning, though, I went and got tested. Not that I had any concern when I’ve been celibate for too long. Still, he offered up confirmation that he was good, and I want to be able to do the same.
Because Iamgoing to fuck him.
Groaning at my lack of focus, I rock back in my chair. I swivel around to take in the view of the glistening city. Cars crawl along the patchwork of streets, crowded enough to alert me that it’s past time to clock out.
My desk phone rings. Without looking, I reach for it. “Yeah?”
“Cain,” Alaric says, his usual even tone off.
“Did you get in?” My heart lurches in my chest. I spin around to face my computer, scrolling through emails to make sure he hasn’t sent me anything, and I missed it.
