Wrath (Sinful Secrets 4)

"I feel like…I’ve been waiting for this," Ezra says hoarsely. "I can see...moss."

My hand runs through his hair. "Yes."

"It's...mostly you that I remember," he says against my jeans. "Feel and smell. Just you. And how I like it when we're like this.” He lifts his head, his wide eyes boring into mine. "Where were we?"

"You're so sure that it's a memory.” I grin. “How can you tell?"

His face slackens. "I don't know. I can just...tell. The smells. The feeling of it. It's real. I was worried I was crazy, but now I know. It's real."

I tell him where we were—at the old Isabella mansion. What the day was like, and what the house was like, and what he said about it.

When we kiss again, it's softer. Slower. His eyes meet mine over and over, drinking me in, and I drink him, too. My hands are in his hair, hugging his head to my chest. Then my hands are on his pecs, they're sliding down his six-pack. My hands are under his shirt. He's unbuttoning my jeans, and then he's mouthing at my cockhead, rubbing his lips over me, licking.

He sucks me into his mouth, and I push my hand into his hair. "I’m about to blow you...and I'm gonna get some of this..." He moves me out of his mouth and leans over to his night stand, opening the drawer to grab a bottle of lube. "And stretch you."

"Stretch me for what?" I can't help laughing.

"I don't know what. Maybe this?" He reaches into the drawer, pulling out a slim, teardrop-shaped, silicon butt plug. "Or even this." He cups his boner through his shorts.

"I've got an idea,” I rasp. “If you're up for it. It's pretty wicked, though." I sit up, pulling his shorts down, and rubbing his cock through his underwear. "You try to stretch me...and I'll do the same for you. Lube it up. Blow you...some." I arch one of my brows. "Then we'll both go to the shower. We'll clean up a little, and before you put your dick in me” —I give him a wicked grin— “I'll put that plug in you."

Ez’s eyes round out a little, and I can't help laughing. "Devious, right?” I ask. “So you'll fill up my ass with your cock. But at the same time you'll be wearing that plug. Smaller than a dick, by the way."

"Fuuuuck."

I laugh. "Decisions, decisions."

But he can't resist my idea. I don't fully understand it yet, but I guess because he's flying so blind with me, he seems to trust me more than Fairplay Ezra did.

He lubes me first and teases my dick with his tongue while he fingers my hole. He works me till I blow, and he's so hard by then, he’s panting. He gets on his back, looking bulky as fuck, and I put a pillow under his hips, making his dick jut up. Then I coat my fingers with lube and slick him up between his cheeks. I rub gently around his hole, and I notice his ears are red.

His eyelids are getting heavy, and he’s holding his cock down near the bottom. I give the tip a lick, and then I shift his balls aside and rub a fingertip behind them. "I'm gonna suck you, and you just push down against me, okay? Take my finger…"

I start lapping at his tip, all slow and languid like a Popsicle, and I feel his legs tense.

“Now relax,” I whisper.

His face slackens. I stroke his dick. “That’s right, angel. Now I’m coming in. You ready?”

He nods once, looking gorgeous as hell with his eight-pack abs and bulky shoulders and that nervous look on his face. I ease my finger inside, slow but firm, and his hips buck as he grunts. "Fuck."

I'm about to ask if he's okay when his dick bobs. He's tensing around my finger, pushing down against me, making his dick bounce.

He groans. "Fuck, Mills. Add another one."

My dick twitches as I do. I go slower this time, and his lips part and his head tips back. His chest is heaving and he's grabbing his dick.

"Oh God...like that." He sounds breathless as I push my fingers in a little deeper. Chills pop out all over his skin and he draws his legs up. "Oh fuck.” He rolls his hips again, bouncing on my hand. “Am I supposed to come now?" he moans.

"Are you gonna come now, angel?"

I push my fingers in deeper, and his lower body spasms. I writhe them around, trying to stroke his soft heat, and he wraps a leg around my shoulders. I keep stroking. He starts shaking.

“Miller.”

“That’s right, angel,” I murmur. I stroke his cockhead with a fingertip, and he blows all over the place.

Thirteen

Ezra

It's like a fucking geyser. Cum all over my chest, up on my neck.

Miller gives me this shocked, open-mouthed grin, and all I have the energy to do is gape at him. Then he's moving off me, kissing my cheek. He's in the bathroom and he's back with towels.