Page 68 of Your Only Fan
Ezra
His woody, earthy smell mixed with his sweat hits my nostrils and affects my dick. He’s so irresistible I can barely control myself.
But I carry him into the bedroom and ease him onto the bed like a gentleman.
I can’t believe it’s him. I can’t believe I’ve got Isaac Rivera in my arms. That I’ve held him so close to me for so long and now, I’m here, with him, lights on, beautiful brown eyes looking at me for directions, instructions, navigation, the whole lot.
No more hoods and zipper slits for eyes. No more make outs in pitch black, no cameras, no reshoots or narrative to think about for thousands of fans.
It’s just him and me, alone for a change.
“You’re so handsome it hurts,” I tell him.
“I’m not,” he says.
His tongue eases out of his mouth and licks his bottom lip while his eyes look down. The skin on his cheeks turns a light peanut color, and I can't help but lean in and kiss each of them until he’s no longer blushing.
It’s crazy that he doesn’t think he is beautiful when he’s been haunting every fantasy, every dream, every jerk-off for a year.
He’s the guy I’ve been comparing everyone to. He’s literal perfection and everyone else pales in comparison even if they have more muscles, more height, more flair than him.
Because he’s the perfect combination. His muscles are the perfect muscles. His height perfect for kissing and holding in my arms. His flair just enough to make my heart skip a beat. Like when he talks about his favorite subjects in class.
And so much more. His skin is smooth and lickable. His lips thin but puff enough to bite. His nose so damnboop-able. And his hair perfect to grab onto.
There’s not an inch of him that isn’t divine, and I’m not going to stop showing him and telling him until he believes it.
I put my lips on each eye, I kiss the tip of his nose, taste his mouth, plant a kiss on his chin, bite his Adam’s apple gently.
He squirms. He squirms with every move, every touch.
My hands keep busy, also. Button by button they undo his shirt, giving me full access to his upper body. His dick is hard and pulsing under my balls, and my stomach clenches at the thought of what’s to follow.
I lick my way to his hard nipples and tease them between my teeth. He whimpers, and I drink it in. His sounds, his voice, his cries make my body come to life.
“You… are… gorgeous,” I say in between more kisses on his stomach, his belly button, the flat surface of his groin.
He doesn’t respond with words but gasps as I unbutton his pants and pull them down to reveal his cock.
His slit is dripping with precum, and I flick my tongue over it to taste and drink it in. It tastes like ambrosia, food of the gods. Because that’s exactly what he is. A god. A deity. A being out of this world.
I torment him a little more by denying him my lips around his length. Instead, I take my time undressing, undressing me, until we’re both naked as the day we were born.
When I finally take his dick in my mouth, he shudders, and I look up at him, pin my eyes on his and watch the effect I have on him, the effect I’ve been having on him since day one.
I can’t believe he denied me such a vision for so long when I could have been watching him come undone under my rule from the get-go.
For that, he’s going to get punished.
But not today. Today I want to connect with him. I want to be with him. With Isaac. Not X. Not CumJunkie. Just Isaac.
I massage his balls with my thumb, taking him all the way to the root and choking on him. He squirms and gasps and clenches the sheets under him, but he restrains himself. He doesn’t come. But he does leak more. Exactly the kind of juice I want more of.
“I am beautiful,” I say and dip down on him again.
“Yes, you are,” he groans.
I squeeze his balls and repeat it. “Say it.I am beautiful.”
