Page 131 of Wrath

Twenty-One

Ezra

I’m don’t think he’s ever kissed me like this. His mouth is open and the kiss is rough and frenzied. Just a second after we start up, his arm wraps around my upper back to lock me up against him. Somehow, the movement makes us both fall over. Miller ass-plants on the floor while I end up between his knees. He leans up to kiss me again, moaning as his tongue licks into my mouth.

I’m so fucking consumed, I feel dizzy as I lean on one arm and rub my other hand over his bulge. His hand squeezes my ass, and I groan.

Miller wrenches his mouth off mine. “Sorry,” he breathes.

He shoves me up against the cabinets, so I’m the one who’s sitting back against them and he’s straddling my outstretched legs, stroking my neck and shoulders, kissing my cheeks.

“Is this okay?”

I answer by kissing his mouth. I don’t know how good I am at this, but I love how soft his lips feel. The moment his tongue laps against mine—fire. When we get going, it feels rhythmic,sort of like a dance or something. We get into the zone again fast, and soon his tongue is stroking mine, which always makes my dick get way up. Miller’s a mind reader; his hand comes down on my cock, rubbing.

“Can I?” he breathes.

“Touch my dick?”

He nods, looking desperate and dazed. “Yeah. I wanna touch it.”

“Please, dude.”

He grinds his palm over my cock as his tongue…shit, it’s sort of fucking my mouth. I try to fuck his back, and then his hand is in my pants. Both his hands are breaking into my shorts as his mouth runs the show. Who knew Miller would be such a skilled kisser?

“Fuck,” he whispers, pulling off my mouth to catch his breath.

I cup his damp neck. “Good?”

“Too good.” He laughs. “I’m about to jizz my pants.”

He looks down and then up at me. His mouth is red, his eyes glassy. “Can I suck you? I know it’s hard on the floor. I—”

I push his head down in answer, rough at first but then more gentle so he doesn’t feel manhandled.

He gets my dick out pretty damn fast. When he gives the first suck, I shiver.

“Okay?” he whispers.

“Oh yes.”

He starts really blowing me, and my eyelids drop shut. I’m rubbing his hair, his arms, stroking lightly as my back aches from the hard floor and my dick throbs and my balls feel so good I can’t help a loud groan. Then he’s going harder, taking me in deeper, and I’m fisting my hands on top of his head, telling my careening mind not to pull his hair.

He pops off my dick and whispers, “Pull my hair if you want.”

“What do you want?” I laugh, and it turns into a groan as his hand tugs on my balls.

“I like it,” he breathes, and then he takes me deep into his velvet-soft throat. It feels so good, I give in and grip his hair.“Mills…”

He goes harder, faster, with his cheeks sucked in and his tongue curling and his lips rubbing up and down my shaft. Miller does this thing where his tongue thumps a few times right under my cockhead. Chills prickle over my body. Then his tongue wraps around my dick.

As his fingers work my balls just right, I feel the pressure of his tongue’s tip in that little slit where precum’s oozing. His tongue laps around me as his hand starts pumping my shaft faster. His hand on my balls squeezes again, and it’s all over.

I come like a fucking star exploding. It’suncontrollable. I don’t think I’ve ever blown so hard. I’m steamrolled by pleasure, groaning as it grips me everywhere—and I can feel Mills swallowing. My shaking hand goes to his throat, and I can feel him inhale between swallows. I try to pull out, make it easy on him, but he sucks me deeper.

Pretty soon, he’s got me milked dry. My dick’s still buzzing, my balls pulsing with bliss as I run my hands down Miller’s shirt-clad shoulders. I shift my hips so I can rub between his legs with my knee, and I find his cock hard as all hell.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Somebody wants it.”

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