Page 90 of Ignite
We’re so close, and yet I get the sense that he’s drifted somewhere far away. Somewhere I fear I can never reach.
Still, I press my body against his back and wrap him up in my arms. For once, I appreciate that I’m so large. I’ve always believed I was built for pain, but right now, I can almost blanket Ezra in comfort. It’s one small thing Icando for him.
Ezra hums as he leans back against me. My slick hands run up and down his chest and abs, eager to soothe.
His hums quickly turn into little moans. He leans forward to rest his head against the wall. One of his hands finds my wrist and lowers my hand down to his stiffening cock.
“Please,” he whispers. “I need it. Wring me out so I can sleeptonight.”
My own dick jerks in response as I grip his shaft tightly, like I know he wants. I slide my hand up and down his length, twisting at the top. I drop my other hand to his balls, alternating between tugging and massaging, letting his perfect noises guide me.
“Beautiful Ezra.” I plant kisses on the back of his neck. His hand clutches me tighter as I work him over. Soon, he’s barely able to hold himself up, and I turn him around, easing him gently against the tiles as I drop to my knees.
Ezra hisses through his teeth as I suck him into my mouth. I take my time, running my tongue over every glorious, solid inch of him, trading off between sucking him hard and deep-throating him as the hot water sprays down on us.
When his toes curl and his fingers tangle in my hair, I pop off for a second. “Let go, baby. Fuck my mouth. Punish me.”
So he does. He digs his fingers tighter into my hair and slams his hips forward, forcing his dick deep into my throat. I know I’ll be feeling it after, but I moan and grip his ass to encourage him.
Ezra pumps recklessly until he’s spurting down my throat, pulsing through an orgasm that has him sliding down the tiles onto the floor. When he’s eye-level with me, I kiss him hard.
“You’re mine. No one is ever going to fucking touch you again.”
“Yours.” Ezra nods, cradling my face in his hand. “But you belong to me, too.”
I wake up before dawn to Ezra sucking my cock.
The sheets are crumpled at the bottom of the bed, and the glow of the city illuminates him nestled between my legs. Both of us went to bed naked, too tired to even bother with clothes.
Still drowsy from sleep and now dissolving into pleasure, it takes a few slick movements of his mouth along my shaft before I summon up the decency to try to ease him away.
Ezra slaps my hand and makes an angry sound on my cock that has my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Fuck. Okay. Do as you please.”
It’s like I dreamed him up. I think I’ve waited my whole life to find him. My perfect, sweet Ezra. He’s so eager to please me, bobbing up and down in a maddening rhythm as his hands grip my thighs. I can’t help but rock my hips into him.
“Such a good little thief.” I slide my fingers into his wavy hair, gripping it at the roots. He moans on my cock, and I growl in return.
I lift my head up enough to watch him fuck me with his mouth. I can’t tear my gaze away. His hazel eyes are so vibrant green when they flick up to look at me through dark, full lashes.
He’s the sexiest person in existence.
“You take me so good. Love your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, baby.”
His lashes flutter, and his body melts a bit.
I don’t last long. Groaning, I unload a hot stream of cum into his mouth. When he pops up, my seed still coating his tongue and his beautiful cock hard for me, I have the sudden desire to give him more than I’ve ever given anyone.
“Come up here,” I order, tugging him into a deep kiss. His lips are salty from swallowing my release. He grinds his erection against my thigh, eagerly chasing his own pleasure now.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of that,” I murmur. “Get the lube.”
Ezra lurches up, now straddling my thighs. His wide eyes drop to my softening cock. I bite back a laugh.
“Do as I say, Ezra.”
He leans over to grab the bottle from my nightstand, and I take the opportunity to squeeze his full ass.
