“Slick your cock up, baby,” I command, spreading my legs wider.
His brows knead together as he stares down at me, but when I add fire to my gaze, he coats himself in lube.
I take the bottle and squirt some onto my fingers before dropping them to circle my hole.
Ezra’s eyes shoot wide open. “Woah. I thought…you only topped.”
I can’t hide a sinister grin. “You never asked.”
“Oh, fuck.” A bead of pre-cum appears in his slit as he squeezes his dick. “I’ve never…”
He’s flustered now, and it ignites my temper. I quickly squash it so I don’t ruin this moment. “You will be the first I’ve ever let into my body.”
“Oh, no. I’m going to splooge too soon,” he whines, biting down on his lip. “I’m about to let you down so hardcore.”
Never thought I’d chuckle while shoving two fingers inside my ass. I’m getting hard again just from the idea of him breaching me.
I don’t bother with a third finger when I’m too fucking amped up for Ezra to lose himself to me. I grab his hips and draw him closer to my ass, right where I crave him.
“I’m yours, baby,” I say.
Ezra leans down to kiss me as he pushes the head of his cock up to that first ring of muscle inside me. I fight the urge to tense up. The burnand resistance is worse than I’d expected. Not that he’s small—I just underestimated those muscles in my body.
Maybe I should have played with toys or worked in a plug to start. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I would go through with this.
“Are you okay?” He’s nearly breathless already, and that just turns me right the fuck on. My hard cock throbs against his stomach.
“Good.” I nod, rising up to nip at his jawline. “You’re doing perfect.”
I’ve never been a vulnerable person. I rarely give up control. But things are different with Ezra. He is the most precious thing to me. And I want to show him that. I want to give him everything.
Ezra bottoms out inside of me, and I’m surprised that the burn is completely gone. Instead, I feel full. That pressure is making my dick leak. It’s fucking phenomenal.
“Is this what you feel when I’m inside you?” I ask.
“God, it’s so fucking good, right?” Ezra replies. “Am I okay to move?”
I slap his ass, then grip both smooth cheeks in my hands. “Get to it.”
Ezra rolls his hips, hesitant at first. But when he summons the first moan from my lips, he finds a confident, smooth pace.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fucking shit, Cain. I can’t last.” He pants, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m so sorry. You need to stop being so hot. Oh, God. You feel criminal.”
With my hands still clenching his ass, I force him to keep fucking me, angling him just right to hit my prostate. Pleasure sparks where he pounds against me, building and building.
“Then we’ll… just have… to do this again,” I grit out right before I come hard enough to roll my eyes back in my head.
“Oh, shit. I can feel that.” Ezra moans and slams into me one last time, spilling his warm release. When he slides out, panting and spent, he plops down beside me in dramatic fashion, and I chuckle.
“Shower. Coffee. Work.”
“Sex. Sex. Sex,” he replies, and when I turn my head to look at him, his goofy little grin releases the invisible binds that tied themselves around my chest when I found him in that fucking alley.
I can finally breathe again.
With a laugh, I shake my head. “Insatiable. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
He nods, draping his body over me. The fact that he’s become so comfortable touching me like this, letting me touch him, has my heart soaring.
