Page 9 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

“You next,” he says, not waiting for me to do it myself. He swiftly tugs my top up, pulling it off of me and throwing it to the ground. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Fucking beautiful.”

We’re a mess of limbs and lips while stripping off our pants, unable to keep our mouths off of each other until we’re both left standing in our underwear. Briefs for me, boxers for him. Both are experiencing significant strain to the fabric, his more so than mine.

Oh fuck, his dick is big.Of course, it is.

Exploring and making out causes our erections to finally touch, rubbing against each other and the fabric keeping us apart. Even with the cotton in the way, the touch is fucking electric.

“I want to come so bad,” I groan, breathing hard.

“I know you do, baby.” Shit, I really like that. Him calling me baby. “Blowjobs?”

I try not to frown at the question. I know he is just thinking that this is a totally unexpected encounter and we haven’t discussed logistics.

I bite my lip. “I, uh—”Shit, spit it out.“Blowjobs are great but… you can fuck me,” I offer quickly. “Um, if you want.”

His eyes darken. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” I release a shaky breath. “I can bottom if you warm me up first. I’m…prepared.” I wince at the word, feeling awkward for saying it out loud.

It’s not a bad thing,I remind myself.It’s responsible, Ezra just makes meshy!

“Not that I’m not grateful, but is there a reason that you’re prepped and ready to go, Leo?” The question is a stern one.

Ohhhh, shit.

“Well, you see… the thing is…”

He arches a thick brow but doesn’t say anything, just waits for an answer.

“I sort of have this irrational fear that Henry and Noah will ask to, you know… and I won’t be ready. So I kind ofpreparejust in case?”

“You’re telling me you prep every time you come see them on the off chance that they’ll want to fuck you together?”

“Well, when put it like that it sounds a little crazy.” Or slutty. Maybe both?

“Oh, no,” he drawls. “Seems like a perfectly rational little routine you have going. Should I call Henry then? That what you’re into?”

“No!” I blurt, shaking my head with an exacerbated huff. “God, it’s like you were put on this earth to fluster me!”

A teasing smirk spreads across his face. “Do I fluster you often, ballerina?”

Yes!I want to scream. So much so that I’m not really sure why I continued my little habit of getting ready for a potential threesome. I doubt I’d be able to accept the offer since becoming entirely enamored with Ezra.

“Are you going to tease me about this now?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. “It is perfectly sensible to prepare for the unexpected. And besides, I haven’t been able to think about anyone other than you and your stupidly handsome face for months. I’m not even sure why I stuck with my routine this time, and I’m particularly uninterested in anyone other than y—”

He cuts me off with a rough kiss, even more blistering than our first. Fuck, if blurting out confessions with embarrassing honesty is going to get me kissed like this… just,damn.

“Do you have a condom?”

Fuck. How could I forget that?

“I don’t, do you?”

His head shakes. “I haven’t… It’s been a long time, Leo.”

“For me too,” I admit. “I’ve been tested since, I’m all good. Have you?”

“I have, I’m good too.”

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