Page 222 of Wrath

“God.” My hands find his hair. I’m gripping lightly, my glutes clenching, my legs flexing as I struggle not to fuck his throat. All I can say is, “Oh God”—just a chorus—while he licks and sucks me and his hand cups my balls, rolling them then tugging gently. I feel his free hand grip the base of my shaft, pumping as his mouth gets slicker and sucks harder on my cockhead. It’s so good my body starts to tremble. I feel zoned out,wracked by raw bliss in a way I’ve never felt. His tongue laps over the little slit in my tip, trying to push inside there; then it’s tracing my rim, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” He’s off me for just that second, and then back on, swallowing me so deep that he chokes. I can feel saliva dripping toward my cock’s base as he deepthroats me. Then I’m pressing in—pressing a little;I’m not thrusting—and he’s groaning, and I worry it’s too much until his hand starts stroking my balls, tugging downward, squeezing. He’s moving on and off me, taking me so deep my toes curl and then pulling off and licking all around my slick cockhead.

He slides his hand up my shaft, gripping just under my head, and I can feel him breathing hard as he pumps.

“You’re spilling lots of yummy pre-cum for me,” he says in a voice that sounds hoarse. “I’m gonna take you shallow, but you fuck my mouth and I’ll suck in my cheeks. You used to love that.”

Miller wraps his lips around me, and I tell myself I won’t thrust into his mouth—half a second before my hips move, and I’m doing just that.

“God, Josh…” I’m gripping his hair, breathing so frenzied it sounds like gasps. Mills keeps himself far enough back so he’s not choking, but he’s still deepthroating me. His other hand is tickling my balls. I feel him moving, and I realize he’s thrusting his hips,he’s fucking the air while he blows me—and it’s all over on that thought.

I come hard, my body quaking as hot pleasure swells all through me and then spasms in an explosion of mind-bending bliss. And he’s swallowing it down. When he’s finished lapping at me and I’m glowing from the aftershocks, Miller lifts his head, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“How’d you like that?” he drawls. His eyes are heavy-lidded and his mouth is so smug.

“God.” I look down at myself. “Fucking amazing. That was—”My throat tightens, and I have to swallow to speak. “Thank you,” I manage. I glance down at Josh’s lap. “What about you? You got blue balls?”

He laughs. “Uhh…well.” He makes a sexy little “o” with his mouth, and I reach out and rub my hand over his junk. He winces, and a damp spot appears on his pants. It’s so fucking hot, my spent dick gives a hard throb. I can’t help a laugh. “God, that’s fuck hot, Miller. Someone need to change their pants?”

He covers his face with his hand. When he pulls his fingers off his eyes, he’s giving me this little shy smile. “Damn, dude. I missed that dick.”

“I want to see yours,” I say.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

I feel surreal again as he pulls my underwear and pants up and rights my twisted seatbelt. Then he kisses my cheek.

“All good, angel?”

I swallow and nod. “All good.” I could cry with how good I feel, but I breathe slowly and try hard not to.

Josh looks down at his lap and shakes his head. “No fixing this mess till we’re home.” Still, he’s grinning as he pulls out of the parking spot and reaches for my hand. “I feel kind of bad for doing that here. Your first time… I got—” He shakes his head, looking rueful.

“Fucking horny?”

“Fucking horny.” He lifts his brows and pins me with a wide-eyed look. “For you.”

Nine

Josh

Ez seemed awkward and embarrassed at times during our walk through the woods, as I was telling him our story. It was damned adorable the way he tried to hide it, tried to show me the most PC side of himself. The most charming. Best-foot-forward Ezra.

Now it’s my turn to be embarrassed. I feel weird about this whole thing as I drive through the intersections along South College Street and take a darker cut-through road toward my apartment. Ezra’s holding my hand, and it feels good—it feels so good—but he looks nervous, too. He’s chewing his cheek, looking out the window.

We’re holding hands, and I love that he’s here. He seems better. In a way I can’t articulate. Less haunted.

He’s so…into me. Like he just wants me. I believe him when he says he has deep feelings for me. But I—

“What’s wrong?” Ez asks, so softly. I look over at him. “I can tell that something is,” he says. “So don’t lie to me, Miller.” He gives me the cutest little smirk. His hand squeezes mine. “You have to tell me or I’ll think it was the D.” He lifts his eyebrows.

“Your dick was perfect, dude,” I tell him. “Better than tacos.”

Ez laughs. “What? At least compare it to a Ball Park frank or something.”

“Your dick was better than some commonfrank. Hot dogs are meh, dude. Tacos are up near the top, and so is your dick.” I force a smile for him. “It is the top.”

“Josh, man, you’re freaking me out.”

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