Page 138 of Wrath

“Oh shit.”

He lifts his hips—even as he’s driving us out of the lot.

“You’re so hard,” I laugh.

“I want you.”

“I want you too,” I tell him. “Pull over at the baseball field.”

I play with his dick till we get there, snickering at how hard he is.

“You’re already halfway there,” I tell him. “And so am I now.”

Ez leans over, rubbing me, so we’re rubbing each other as he parks behind a tall shrub.

I consider jerking him, but I want to taste him, to feel his soft cockhead in my mouth. I suck him in, and I’m rewarded by him tasting all salty and slick at the tip.

“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling off him. “You taste so good.”

I know I should make this fast, reduce the risk of getting seen, but I can’t help giving him some slow licks all around the rim of his head and that little soft spot on the underside. I know it’ll drive him crazy, and it does. He’s holding my head, groaning. When I start to pump his shaft, I reach my middle finger down to rub over his balls, and I can feel them drawn-up, tight and ready.

I lower my free hand to hold them, squeezing just a little, and he groans, “Mills,” and comes in a hot burst down my throat. Hisbody shudders, and he groans again and wraps an arm around my back.

“Oh fuck.”

I lift my head and tuck him back into his boxers and his shorts, and Ezra wraps his arm around me again. He pulls me closer, kisses my throat, where I like it most. When my stomach feels all topsy-turvy and my dick is aching in my shorts, he reaches inside and starts pumping me.

“Get in your seat,” he rasps, and I do, and he leans down and pulls my dick out, wraps his mouth around it.

I have the idea that he might be too tired to blow me, but he does an all-star job, and I come in about forty seconds. When he’s finished swallowing, he hugs me long and hard before he sits back up and wipes his mouth.

“Best post-game meal I ever had.”

That makes me laugh.

“You embarrassed?” He looks charmed.

“Uh, I think maybe.”

He kisses my cheek and cranks the Jeep up again. “Where you wanna go, Millsy?”

“What about you? Are you tired?”

He laughs. “Maybe a little.”

“What about home? We could watch a movie?”

“Won’t your mom think that’s weird?” he asks.

“Hmm. You could say you’re tired. I could say I’m gonna turn in early. Would that be weird?” I ask him.

“Let’s go for a little while? Just so we don’t raise suspicions?”

“Good point. Or...we couldnotgo. And they just think we did. You want to go somewhere completely different?”

He takes my hand. “Anywhere. That it can just be us.”

We go to one of the boat marinas on the south side of town. It’s got a parking lot shaded by trees that are all grown up with kudzu. There’s a tranquil lake view, and if somebody sees a loneJeep parked here, it won’t ring alarm bells. The place is basically a parking lot for cars and boat trailers.

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