Wrath (Sinful Secrets 4)

I reach around behind him, urging him to straddle me higher so we can hump each other. He complies, which gives me a rush. But instead of pushing our cocks together and going for the cum explosion, he just peers down at me.

“Whatcha doing?” I ask, smiling.

He blinks, holding his cock with one big hand.

“Taking a breather?”

“You’re fucking me up,” he whispers.

“We’re making each other feel good.”

He nods slowly, holding my gaze.

“You good, dude?”

He nods again, still looking wide-eyed.

I reach out and rub his chest through his shirt, feeling for his nipple. When I squeeze, he sucks a sharp breath in. I sit up so I can kiss him better.

“Gay is the way, amirite?” We both laugh.

Goddamn, this is everything I’ve wanted and more. He’s so fucked up, his kisses are now open-mouthed and sloppy. I can feel a sheen of sweat through his shirt, feel his muscles trembling. Pretty sure I am, too.

The next time we pull apart, I get off the couch and kneel down on my knees beside it.

“Lie down, angel.”

His eyes hold mine for a second before he lies on his back, closes them, and lays his hand over his dick.

“Let it out.” I’m grinning. “Look how thin the boxers are. They’re gonna rip.”

He keeps his eyes closed as he slowly works the boxers down his ass—there’s a moment where his dick goes boiinngg—before pulling them down his hair-dusted quads.

“Oh, fuck me. Dude, you’re beautiful. You know that?” I ask.

I grab hold of him, feeling my cock throb hard at the sight of his monster erection. I drag my palm over his thick tip, stunned by how perfect he is.

“You could be a model, angel. Every single inch of this is gorgeous.”

I cup under his balls, squeezing gently. He lets out a loud moan.

“Tell me that feels good and that I didn’t hurt you,” I whisper.

His hand comes on top of mine, fingers encircling my wrist. He pushes my hand over his dick. He groans, “Good.”

“You wanna get off again? Right here on the family couch?”

I rise up on my knees a little more and try to suck him from the side. I can’t get the angle right, but I don’t think he notices. Ezra’s panting harder, lifting his hips up to try to help me. I hold his balls, which are feeling tauter, fuller.

“You need to get off, huh?”

He lifts his eyes open and blinks up at me, his lips parted as he pants. I give his cock a long suck.

“Do you know how much I fucking love it when you look at me that way?”

He smiles—just a twitch of his lips.

I decide to climb up on his legs to suck him off from a better angle, but when I’m on the couch, he sits up and goes at my pants.

“Got an idea,” he says roughly.

He frees my dick and wraps a hand around it, pulling me toward him by my cock and scooting closer at the same time with his knees spread. I realize with a flash of need through my cock that he wants us pressed together.

“Fuck yeah.”

The position is a little awkward, but so worth it. Ezra grabs us both and rubs our long, thick shafts together.

“Feels so good,” I rasp.

He wraps both of his hands around us, and my hips start fucking moving. Both of us are thrusting, groaning. He leans up and kisses my chin. Then his hands tighten around the two of us, and we start working toward a rhythm.

Every time he grips our cockheads, rubbing them together, I see stars. His hand works both of our shafts, his dick rubbing against mine a millisecond out of time with his hand’s stroking in a way that nearly blows my damn mind.

He’s only been jerking us for a minute or two when I feel my balls draw up. My junk gets that tight, full, about-to-blow sensation, and I grip his shoulder, bow my head down. His hand comes below my balls and holds them.

“Hey, DG,” he whispers. “You’re about to come for me.”

Then he presses our cockheads together, grips just underneath them, and does something with his two squeezing hands that makes his words come true like magic. I come so hard I’m not aware of anything but so much pleasure that it makes my abs clench and my throat tighten. It moves through me in tight, golden cum waves, leaving me tired enough to fall asleep on top of him. I’m vaguely aware that I came all over his stomach, but I’m too spent to move.

By the time I open my eyes, I realize I’m probably crushing him. I laugh, trying to find words, and he leans up so he can kiss my throat.

I look down and find his hand still loosely around us. We’re both covered in cum. Our dicks look good together. So good that mine twitches like it wants round two.