Page 25 of Sicken of the Calm
“Go faster. Fuck yourself withthem,” he says after a long while, his voice less controlled. I slide myfingers in and out and, fuck, I don’t know why but it feels so much better thanbefore. Suddenly, the hardness of my dick is intolerable.
“Ezra, Ezra,” I’m saying, overand over, pulling and stroking my balls.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m rightthere with you.” Arousal is a wave through me. For a moment, I can’t think.
“Please,pleaseEzra,please, let me. Can I, I need to, let me touch myself, tell me to-” I’mbabbling, fucking my fingers in and out as hard and deep and fast as I candespite the awkward angle. Ezra shushes me gently.
“Ok. Go slow, I don’t want you tocome yet,” he says. The hand on my balls immediately wraps around my dick andthe pure relief that goes through me feels like exactly the opposite of relief.I’m making ridiculous noises,oh, oh,writhing and fucking myself andstroking myself with a rhythm so tortuous it feels like I’m going to burstapart. All the while Ezra is talking, praising, sayingGoodandJoaquinandbabyandjust like that.
It’s too much. I need more, andit’s too much.
“Ezra, I’m, please,” I whimper,voice wrecked, and I can tell he’s touching himself too, his voice gettinghoarse.
“Stop. Stop doing everything,” hesays like that first time, and I stop, choking back a whine. “Trust me. Countto thirty.”
I start immediately, countingquickly.
“Stop. Start again,” Ezra says,his voice sounding stern. I feel part chastised, part annoyed, part turned onat the tone. I start again. Slower, this time, measured despite my harshbreathing and the still fingers inside me.
When I finish, I pant out adesperate, “Done.”
“Good. I’m going to come withyou. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
“Ok. Hard and fast, baby, I wantto hear you come.”
My hand is on my dick a secondlater. I’m trying to focus on the phone, trying to hear Ezra’s breathing, but Ican’t concentrate on anything but the building pressure inside me. It goes upand up and up, my tired arm pumping my fingers inside me, and even without themtouching my prostate it's amazing what it does to my body. The two points ofpleasure, from my asshole and my dick, coalesce in the middle until suddenly,the sensation overflows and I’m coming. It’s a white burst, almost painful inthe way it makes me arch, pulling at my muscles and blanking my vision. I’mgroaning, mouth open and wet. At first, I think the noise I’m hearing is alsome, an echo of my orgasm, but then I realize it’s Ezra, coming on the other endof the line. The image of it, of his closed eyes and parted lips and hand onhis dick, sends another wave of pleasure rolling through me.
When I come to, I’m splayed onthe bed. My phone has tumbled off me and is lying on the bed. I go to grab itand wince, realizing my fingers are still inside me. I pull them out slowly,and awkwardly use the clean bits of both my hands to put the phone back on mynow sweaty chest.
I’m going to have to clean my phoneafter this, though at least it doesn’t have cum on it.
“You ok?” Ezra’s sated voiceasks. I nod, before realizing he can’t see me.
“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. Isuddenly realize that my neighbours probably heard most of that, despite thedecently thick walls. I’m too fucked out to care at the moment, although theembarrassment is sure to hit me when I think about it sober.
Ezra lets me rest for a longmoment. Just when I’m starting to become aware of all the uncomfortablesensations on me, he talks again.
“Feel like taking a shower?” heasks, and I realize that’s exactly what I want.
“Yeah.”
“Ok. Wash your hands. Have somewater. Pick out something soft and clean to wear. Take a hot shower. Put theclothes on. Do you still have some of the sleepy-time tea?”
“Yeah.”
“Make yourself some and get intobed. Call me then. Or text me, and I’ll call you. Ok?”
That sounds perfect. “Ok.”
“Ok. Talk to you in a bit.”
“Ok.”
Ezra waits for me to hang up. Ido, putting the phone down.
The warmth in my chest is badnews. If Ezra had wanted to, he would have already asked this to be exclusiveand permanent.
