Wrath (Sinful Secrets 4)

“You’re gorgeous,” he pants.

“You are. You’re my prince with freckles.”

“Are you sleeping beauty then?” Mills whispers.

“I was till I found you.”

We end up lying on our sides facing each other, rubbing our dicks together. We’re both thrusting our hips and panting, trying to kiss and also jerk off with two dicks and four unsteady hands. At one point, I laugh, but then Mills catches our cockheads in his hand. He rubs his palm over the tips of them, then squeezes, as his other hand rubs our shafts together. I cup his balls, and he starts panting pretty loud.

“Look at that fat cock,” I rasp, glancing down at him. “I wanna see that pretty cock blow.”

I’m about to come, but I don’t wanna blow before him. I add a hand to the mix. We’re both groaning as we try to work the both of us.

“Fuck,” he moans.

I grab his cock, thumbing the groove under the flanged head. I stroke that spot, and Miller’s hips jerk.

“Fuck my hand, Miller. Lemme feel you come.” My other hand pushes his balls aside and prods the warm, soft spot where I want to put a finger. I’m teasing him there as he grabs my balls.

“Look at me,” he grunts out.

I look at him.

“Wanna see your face.”

I lean over close to kiss him. His body shudders as our lips brush, and his cock spurts warmth all over me. I use it as lube, slathering it all over my shaft. Miller bites my throat, and it’s my turn to get messy.

Once my heart rate returns to normal, Miller kisses my cheek. I kiss his mouth again. “That was so good.”

“You want to get a shower?” he whispers.

“Let’s do it.” I’m tired as fuck, but I don’t want to waste a moment with him. He looks sleepy in the bathroom light, too.

“Sorry I’ve kept you up tonight.”

“Are you kidding?” He slaps my soapy pec. “So worth it,” he says.

I soap up his junk because I’m evil, giving Mills a semi. I fuck with him till his legs won’t hold him and he’s on his back in the tub, spreading his knees, lifting his ass so his dick bounces. I use the soap to give him the one thing I haven’t yet—besides my dick: a finger.

Fuck, he’s perfect. Dark hair slick with water as he leans his head back, his cock jutting straight up, bobbing as I stroke it. His slim hips are pumping, bringing my finger deeper into his warm, soft hole. I add a second finger, and he’s flat on his back, his hands fisted as the shower pounds down on him and he sucks in steamy breaths.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Mills lifts his knee, and I start humping it, just as a joke at first, but I’m so hard, we end up coming at the same time. Then we’re both laughing.

“Why is this so funny?” Miller asks.

I help him up. “I don’t know. You look so damn cute all the time. It makes me happy,” I confess in a whisper.

“You make me happy, too, angel.” His hand strokes over my pec. “You look healthy. Like you’re eating okay.”

“I make myself.”

“Fucking good on you, dude,” Mills says.

Then we’re getting out, and I remember the drawer.

“I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but can I babysit that pile of Xannies?” I ask as he towels his hair. “Thinking of you taking street shit scares me.”

“Thinking of you babysitting them scares me,” he laughs.

“God, we’re so fucked.”

“Let’s just flush them,” Josh says.

“No, we can’t. The fish!” I explain about the fish, and he nods slowly.

“Then let’s bury them,” he suggests. “Outside. We can go walking when we wake up in a little while, and pick a pine tree.”

“Then we’re poisoning some chipmunk.”

“Hell.” He makes a face. “What do you wanna do then, Einstein?”

“Maybe I’m more an Aristotle.”

As soon as I say it, my legs turn to Jello. Mills can tell. His eyes widen and he reaches for me as I grip the counter. I put my palms against the cool, damp countertop, hanging my head down as I pull deep, slow breaths into my lungs. Everything feels like it’s moving too fast.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

He hugs me lightly from behind.

“Who said that?” I groan. “Which one of us?”

“I did,” he whispers. “We were on the roof.”

I feel sick. Like I might get sick.

“Miller?” I rasp.

“Yeah, angel?”

“Let’s lie down. I’m tired.”

“Okay. Let’s go to sleep, Ez. It’s been a long—wonderful—night.”

As my head hits his pillow, I feel like I’m falling through a vortex. Miller’s arm comes over me. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Rest.”

And so I do.

Ten

Josh

I wake up feeling so good. Fingers stroking through my hair and Ezra's arms around me. I lie still, relishing the dream while I dread opening my eyes. Then I remember with a rush—it’s real.