Page 57 of Doubling Down

“Yes!” Ezra managed to hiss.

“Good!” He slammed in hard.

Digging in his fingers, Ezra lifted his hips, moving with Eric. Eric managed to pick up his already frantic pace. Eric adjusted Ezra slightly and that had Ezra practically seeing stars. Eric’s shaft rubbed over Ezra’s prostate.

He knew he was babbling. Not that the words were important. No telling if Eric was even paying attention to them. Ezra shook his head, strained, and begged.

Eric’s hand went back to Ezra’s cock and it only took a handful of strokes before he was coming. As his hole clamped down on Eric’s dick, Eric closed his eyes while he grunted out his own release.

They really needed to do this when they were alone in the house. Ezra really wanted to hear Eric roar.

Eric fucked Ezra through the last of his tremors before stilling inside him.

Ezra could tell that Eric was staring at their bodies where they were joined, and it was the hottest damn moment he’d ever been a part of. His cock even gave one last pulse of come.

“That’s hot,” Eric mumbled. He lowered his forehead against Ezra’s as they both fought to catch their breaths.

“You’re hot,” Ezra said. He wasn’t even sure that made sense, but it was all he could manage. “I’m sleepy.” He yawned before smacking his lips. Would Eric let him suckle his nipple again? That had been comforting.

“Let me clean us up. We’ll get some sleep before I wake you up and we do that again.”

Ezra didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he smiled.

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Eric

Phone. Why was a phone ringing? Eric grunted as he forced his eyes open. The bedroom was dark and there was weight on his chest. He lifted his head as he peered into the darkness of his bedroom.

“What’s that ringing?” Ezra asked as he lifted his head off Eric’s chest.

“Phone,” Eric told him.

“But why!” Ezra whined.

“I don’t know.”

“Make it stop!” Ezra ordered then nuzzled into Eric’s chest.

Hmm, they hadn’t been sleeping long. The shadows of the room told Eric that it was still in the middle of the night. Thankfully the ringing had stopped though. Ezra snuggled closer then latched on to Eric’s nipple. It was the third or fourth timethat night that he’d felt that sensation. It was something that he could easily become addicted to.

His cell phone started to ring again.

Ezra whined again as he sucked harder.

“I can’t get the phone from the bed,” Eric told his boy. He had been too preoccupied to worry about plugging his phone into the charger on his nightstand. The stupid little thing was probably still in the pocket of his jeans.

The phone stopped again. Then started ringing for a third time.

Must be important.

Eric extracted himself from his boy, receiving a very unhappy grunt for his efforts. He followed the ringing until he found his jeans.

Dane’s name was on the screen.

“What’s up?” He answered the phone with his question.

“Thank fuck! I was about to bust your door down to check on all of you,” Dane said.

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