“How… how can you wait? I could suck you off or…”
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re worth the wait. Playing with you is so much fun.”
He looked confused and like he didn’t quite believe me. I brushed his hair from his face. “You’re beautiful, Ezra, and you’re so responsive. One day, I want to feel your lips around my cock, but right now, I want to bury myself in your ass and come deep inside you.”
“Oh. My. God.”
I pulled him to me, and he began to explore my body. His fingers slid through the hair on my chest, then he pinched one of my nipples, making me suck in my breath.
He looked up at me, eyes wide. “Can I…”
“Touch me, Ezra. I want to feel your hands on me.”
His touch was light and teasing. I wasn’t sure if he meant for it to be or if he was too nervous to touch me firmly. I did my best to stay still, even though I wanted to grab his hand, force it down my body, and wrap his fingers around my cock.
I let him explore because he needed that, at least for now. He also needed a little recovery time.
He brushed his thumb over my other nipple and seemed fascinated when it hardened, then his fingers trailed over my ribs and across my abdomen. “You actually have a six-pack.”
I smiled. “I do, but I work for it.”
“You’re amazing. So fucking hot.”
“Keep going,” I urged.
He slid his hands lower, brushing them over my hips, teasing the thin skin there, then caressing my inner thighs. I wasn’t sure how patient I could be. Finally, he moved back up my legs, fingers teasing my sensitized skin. I groaned when he cupped my balls, weighing them in his hand, squeezing gently, then tugging, making me hold my breath.
With one finger, he touched the base of my cock. Slowly, too slowly, he drew the digit up my length until he captured precum from my slit.
I watched, mesmerized, as Ezra brought his finger to his mouth and sucked. His eyes fluttered closed, and he smiled. My cock jumped, needing him desperately. I’d told him I was happy to wait, but my cock was desperate to be inside him. I needed to fuck him deep and hard. I needed to come inside him, to mark him as mine.
I fought the urge to reach for his hand, wrap it around my cock, and make him slide it up and down. I gripped the sheets, fighting for patience. A few seconds later, Ezra shifted position, bent over me, and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked tentatively, then licked along the underside of my shaft before returning to the head to lap up my precum.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He looked up at me, his lips still around my cock. If he kept it up much longer, I might not be able to hold back. I knew I had to stop him, but I didn’t want to.
“Later,” I said, taking hold of the sides of his head and pushing him away.
He looked uncertain for a moment, but I brushed a thumb over his cheekbone and met his gaze. “I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to push deep into your throat. I want you to swallow every drop of my cum, but not now. I promised you I would fill your ass with my cock, and I’m going to do that. Lie back and let me have you.”
“Y-you want me on my back.”
“Yes. I want to watch as I push into you. I want to see you.”
“I…”
“I’m the one in control, remember?”
“Leo. Please.”
“Please fuck you?”
He looked confused for a moment, but then he nodded. “Yes, but I really don’t think—”
“You don’t need to think. You just need to feel.”
He drew in a shaky breath and turned over like I wanted him to. I settled between his legs, pushing them farther apart. “Don’t be shy. I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”
He looked up at me, eyes huge. “Leo, I…”
“Shh. I know what you need.”
He smiled then. “Okay.”
I couldn’t resist kissing him. I wanted to taste him again, to give him something familiar before I stretched his tight hole. When I released his mouth, that beautiful dazed look was back in his eyes.
“You’re going to love taking my cock, sweetheart. Trust me.”
“I… I think I can do that.”
“I know you can.”
“Why?”
I ran my tongue up the length of his cock, and he whimpered. He wasn’t hard again yet, but I was still confident I could make him come one more time.
“Because you’re so eager for it. Because you want this as much as I do.”
“No. I mean why are you being so good to me.”
“Baby, this is what you deserve. If someone’s treated you wrong in the past, you tell me who they are, and I’ll take care of it.”