Page 235 of Wrath

Ezra

It's like a fucking geyser. Cum all over my chest, up on my neck.

Miller gives me this shocked, open-mouthed grin, and all I have the energy to do is gape at him. Then he's moving off me, kissing my cheek. He's in the bathroom and he's back with towels.

"That was basically the hottest thing I've ever seen,” Mills says. “All I need is a video, and I can watch it till the end of time and then die happy.”

I laugh as he wipes my chest clean.

"Did I do that before?" I rasp.

"Nope. I never went in before."

Something about that makes my chest clench, but I nod like it's no big deal.

"That was hot as fuck, dude,” Mills says.

"It felt good as fuck, too. Better than fuck,"I laugh.

"Right? It's so good."

"So...are we both bottoms?"

"I don't know,” Miller says, looking thoughtful. “You topped me last time. But we didn't do it much. You feel like you wanna be the bottom now? Cause I can top you. I think I'm vers."

"Good, because I liked your idea.” My throat is tight, so the words sound hoarse.

Miller gives me a grin. "God. I'm already gonna cum myself from what you just did here." He reaches down and cups his boner. "Let's get in the shower. You can sit down if you're spent from that big O, and I'll scrub-n-bubbles you. Then we can play with each other and watch TV. And when you're hard again, I'll fill you up with that fake purple pipe."

Mills gives me this posed smile with one hand under his chin. "So what do you think? It's a plan?"

"Yeah, except you got one part wrong." I move the towel off me, showing him my hard-on.

"Fuck. That's fast, man."

"Yeah, because I'm looking at you,” I say. “You’re an aphrodisiac."

Miller snickers into his hand. Then he leans back down and licks my shaft, which makes me shiver cause I just came.

"Fuck. My head's gonna explode tonight,” I whisper.

"Both of them." He’s grinning as he helps me up. On the short walk into the bathroom, he swings his dick against mine, and we're sword fighting, and my knees feel weak from how much I want him. Again.

I turn on the water for us, getting in first to get the temp just right. He steps in behind me, rubbing his cock against my flank.

"Who was the instigator last time?” I ask over my shoulder. “You said me, right? But in a twisted, asshole way?"

He prods my crack with his dick. "Suchasshole."

I turn around. "Don't make jokes, Miller. I was an asshole? Did I like...force you?" My voice goes hoarse on those words. Afterwhat I went through—

"Nah. You didn't force me. You were a little rough sometimes. You were good with your hands though, Ez. Everything you did felt good."

"Yeah, but did it make youfeelbad?"

He gives me sort of an eye roll. "It was just games. I knew I could make you come around, and look how well I did, yeah? Got myself marked on your arm. Tattooed on your chest." He somehow manages to affect this arrogant look, with one dark curl hanging over his forehead and his blue eyes boring right into mine. His hand comes to my chest, folding over my pec. "We're gravy, angel. But my dick’s aching thinking about stuffing that plug into your hole. Thinking of you sore at practice." He tips his head back, squeezing his dick, and I can't resist biting his throat.

The shower is short-lived, and then the two of us are diving into bed. Someone down the hall shouts, and there's laughter.

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