Page 90 of Wrath

He holds his free arm out like he wants me come and lie beside him. After a glance around, and confirmation that we’re hidden by the trees, I do just that. Ezra hugs me to him, and I realize he’s still got chills. His nipples are little points.

Good Lord, I’m fucking hard again. I tug my pants up and try to focus on this moment. The hard, warm ground behind my back, the tight way he holds me while he gulps back big breaths…coming down. He moves his arm off his face. His eyes are red. He smiles, looking different than I’ve ever seen him. Softer. There’s a look of shock on his face, like he can’t believe something could feel so good as what I just did to him.

Idid that.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

“You should be a porn star, dude. That’s like another appendage and fuck, it tasted so good.”

He gets this look on his face…wide eyes and his mouth bent into a flat-lipped duck thing. Then he breaks into the most euphoric grin.

“You’re crazy,” he murmurs. I notice his ears are red.

“Crazy ’bout that pipe.”

Just to be dramatic, I crawl back down to it and give it a little light kiss, my nose brushing his dark curls as I do.

His hands rove over my head and my shoulders as I crawl back up him, straddling his hips. He runs his big hand over my cock, which is pushing against my pants.

“I put a finger in your hole, Mills.”

I shut my eyes, and his hand strokes my knee.

“You embarrassed?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “It felt good.”

He reaches his hand into the leg of my shorts and starts jerking me slowly, like he’s just toying around, but I realize as I’m about to come that this was always his goal. Just when I’m so amped up I start tomoan, his free hand pulls my shorts and briefs down. He gives me a few more jerks, and I come all over his chest. He’s grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat as he smears his finger through it and tastes.

“You taste good.” He smirks, this time failing to pull off the full effect and looking kind of silly. “Just another thing good…” He lifts a brow, and my heart presses against my chest in a way that makes it hard to breathe.

“And now you’re blushing,” he whispers.

“Shut up, red ears.”

He grins, looking guilty. He sits up and wipes his hand over the mess on his abs. Then he tugs on his sweatshirt and smears it in the inside pocket, which makes me laugh.

“Oh my God.”

I notice he’s hard again and move for his dick, but he catches my hand, kissing it before he starts to get up.

“We’ve gotta get dressed,” he murmurs. “What if someone found us?”

"If you’re sure you can walk."

He tucks himself into the waist of his boxers, then reaches down and helps me to my feet. We straighten ourselves up with smirks and little funny smiles. When we’re decent, his eyes catch mine and hold them. I can’t read what’s on his flushed face, but I think he looks content.

Eleven

Ezra

Ilet Mills suck my dick. And it felt amazing. His mouth didn’t feel like any memory, and his hands on me were so good. I came like fucking crazy—and he swallowed.

I think about that as we walk home. I’ve got his load in me, and there’s some of me in him.

I’m not sure if I can look at him. I don’t know what to say. I feel kind of fucked up, and my throat is too tight. I want him to know how much I—

I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Tothink.

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