I can feel his muscles quaking as he comes—the warm wetness raining down on my balls. Makes me shiver.
We're both moaning and then laughing as he tries to keep from falling on me. I put my palm on his lower back.
"You okay, Josh Miller?"
"Fuck, I'm gonna die by coming." He tries to get off me, laughing as his legs tremble, and I say, "You could stay here if you wanted."
But he's rising slowly up and off. He turns around to face me, looking wide-eyed, like he's nervous, and I laugh, and he laughs, looking flushed and so cute.
"We did that," he tells me, his blue eyes wide.
"You did that, Mills. I just laid here and got fucked."
Fourteen
Josh
Ez looks damn near delirious, with spots of color on his cheekbones and his eyelids heavy, like he might pass out at any second. He looks gorgeous on his pale gray sheets with that big, machine body.
"Keep on lying there and I'll go grab a towel, wipe all that jizz off you."
"I like it," Ezra rasps, his eyes half shut, his hand rubbing the cum on his balls.
When I get back, I find he still looks lust-high. It makes me feel so good—that being with me sated him so fucking good and made him look so doped up on endorphins.
I lean down and kiss his lips. "Beautiful Ezra."
"You are." His hand comes to my cheek. "Nobody better than Josh Miller," he says, smiling this sweet little smile. He reaches down to run his fingers over my back as I clean the cum off his thighs and balls. They draw up as I touch them, which makes my dick twitch.
I feel like I'm forgetting something as I look up at him, but he's smiling, looking sleepy and so happy as he holds his arm out. "Come up here beside me," he says gruffly.
I do, and he hugs me to him.
"Thanks for um like...taking me in." He's smiling almost shyly, looking like he might laugh as he says it. Then I think he’s definitely embarrassed, which is so cute. I kiss his cheek.
"It was intense. And felt so good. Like a direct link between my ass and my dick. Having it all filled up like that...fucking stretched. It was so fucking erotic. Makes me wanna come again right now. What was it like for you?" I ask.
"Like this...hot squeeze. Jerking me off."
Ez pulls the covers over himself, and I’m surprised to see a hump there. Surprised and turned on. "Oh, angel. Somebody's still hard." I reach down and rub my hand over him. When that’s not enough—I want to see that gorgeous dick—I pull the covers down, and it hits me. "I didn't take that plug out for you."
"For me?" His voice rasps on the words. He laughs. "I don't think I asked."
"Oh God. Does it still feel good? Pumping you up?"
"It feels good," he whispers.
"That's why you look so glowy."
"What?" He smiles, and he is absolutely lust-drunk.
"Fuck. I'm gonna have to get down there and play with you now."
I do, and he's moving his hips. He looks like he's gonna come before I even touch him.
"Shit, dude,” I rasp. “This is sexy as hell."
"It's weird." He sounds breathless. "It just feels...so good. After I came...it kept feeling good there. So I left it."
I stroke my fingertips over his powerful quads, tickle his fat, damp balls. They draw up, all taut and heavy.
"Oh yeah, angel. I love this. If I push the plug in deeper, is that okay?"
He nods, closing his eyes—and I get an idea.
"What if I were to take it out...and push more lube up in there for you. And maybe put in something bigger. Something I could really fuck you with. Little in and out." I rub a hand over my dick.
His eyes open. "Yes, please."
"You sure?” I laugh. “Is that too fast? I know you told me—" I don't finish.
“Do it now. I'm so close. I'm gonna shut my eyes and think about interceptions."
He’s right—he is close. His knees are drawn up, all his muscles taut as I work the plug out of him and work some lube into him with my fingers.
"You gotta really relax for me, angel. Remember I love you and I'm about to make you feel amazing. You sure it'll be okay?"
"Yeah. Fuck me, dude. I want it.”
He looks beyond sexy, so damn turned on for me.
I put my cockhead right at his hole, rubbing around in the slick lube. "I can't wait to feel you on the inside. Make you feel good. If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll come out."
"'S not gonna hurt, Mills. C'mon. Let me have it." He laughs, the sound hoarse.
I hold his hip and rub my cockhead over his hole one more time, feeling shocked that we’re about to do this. I’m about to feel him from the inside. And then I push—as hard as I can without forcing. He jerks and then trembles as the tip of my cock disappears into his tight heat. He shuts his eyes and spreads his legs. "Deeper."