Page 50 of Danger Close
Ezra worked his lover, taking cues from his reaction, loving the uncontrollable way Ricky jerked, lifting his hips and pulling Ezra’s hair, one minute uttering curses, then apologies for tugging too hard, or rolling his hips too strong, and then next, begging Ezra to take him over the edge, before crying out that he didn’t want this to stop.
Unlike his Ricky, Ezra had had other lovers before, but nothing could have prepared him for how hot he got getting his lover off.It had always been about the release for him.He wasn’t an asshole and always made sure that his lover of that time left with a smile on their face, but he had never hovered at the brink of orgasm by sucking on the cock of his lover.But with Ricky?He was close, every damn time.Feeling his own balls tighten against his body, he reached down to tug his own cock to stave off the impeding release and worked Ricky harder with his mouth, and tapped his prostate a little harder, needing him to come before this night fizzled out a little.
Ricky came with a cry that punched the air from his lungs, hand clamping on Ezra’s shoulder like an anchor.Ezra didn’t stop until he’d wrung every shiver from him, until Ricky was sagging against the mattress, flushed and breathless.
Then Ezra stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, “My turn.”
Ricky reached for him, dazed.“You’re gonna kill me.”
“No, baby,” Ezra said, climbing into his lap.“I’m going to love you.”
They kissed, slow and hungry, and it turned Ezra on even more to know that Ricky could probably taste himself in Ezra’s kiss but was so into what they were doing he didn’t give a rat’s ass.Ricky was breathless beneath him, cheeks flushed, pupils wide.Ezra watched him for a moment, watched how his body curved toward touch, how his hands trembled as he reached for the lube on the nightstand.
But Ezra caught his wrist.
“No,” he said softly, voice rough with need.
Ricky blinked, confused.“Ez?”
Ezra leaned in, kissed him hard, then deeper, until Ricky melted under him, pliant and gasping.“Tonight, I take care of you.”
He kissed Ricky’s jaw, then his throat, and then nudged him to roll over.Ricky obeyed without question, and something about that trust—raw and simple—hit Ezra square in the chest.
He pressed a kiss to the back of Ricky’s neck.“So goddamn beautiful.”
He trailed his mouth down Ricky’s spine, pausing to bite gently at his shoulder.Then again, just above the swell of his ass—open-mouthed kisses and lazy scrapes of his teeth, leaving heat and faint marks in their wake.
His.Ezra didn’t just feel it—he needed Ricky to wear it.To carry proof of his hands and mouth like a brand of love and longing.
He slicked his fingers and worked them in slow, curling and stretching until Ricky rocked back against him with breathless moans.
“Ezra,” Ricky gasped.“Please—”
Ezra lined himself up and pushed in, slow and steady, the heat and tightness stealing his breath.
Ricky groaned into the pillow, muscles trembling.
Ezra braced over him, kissed his shoulder again, then his neck.“You feel—fuck—Ricky, you feel like home.”
He began to move, a slow, claiming rhythm that left both of them shaking.Each thrust was punctuated by a kiss, a whisper, a soft bite.Ezra could feel Ricky unraveling beneath him, every moan a declaration, every shift of his hips a plea for more.
Then Ezra sat back on his knees, dragged Ricky up with him until his back was flush to Ezra’s chest.One hand wrapped tight around Ricky’s cock, stroking in time with the roll of his hips.
“Come for me,” Ezra whispered against his ear.“Let me feel you.”
Ricky cried out, body bowing as he spilled over Ezra’s fist, shuddering with the force of it.
Ezra followed with a strangled groan, driving deep as his orgasm ripped through him.He held Ricky tight, buried to the hilt, both of them gasping each other’s names into the hush of their room.
It was love.Possession.Home.
And Ezra never wanted to let go.They collapsed in a tangle of limbs and breath and whispered curses.
Ezra didn’t move.Not for a long time.
Eventually, Ricky shifted enough to brush hair back from Ezra’s face.“You okay?”
Ezra nodded, kissed him.“Better than okay.”
