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I was one hundred percent completely out of my element when it came to Ezra Hart.
CHAPTER 2
Ezra
THAT NIGHT
Being bi gave me a lot more playing room when it came to hookups and dating. Everyone in school knew I swung both ways, and someone like me, with the amount of popularity I had, being open about my sexuality, paved the way for others to come out as well. But despite me swinging for both teams, no one had ever sparked such a need in my blood.
Not until Spencer laid those dark eyes on me.
He was shorter than me by a few inches, but he was slim. And I both loved and hated the way his dark curls flopped over onto his forehead. Loved it because it just…fit him. And I could grip those longer strands when I was railing his sweet ass from behind. But I also hated those damn curls because he could easily dip his head and hide from me.
Those eyes should never be hidden. Not when they were so expressive and entrancing.
I blew out a soft breath and stared up at my bedroom ceiling, my dick already hard in my sweats. I’d been uncomfortably hard most of the damn day after meeting Spencer during lunch, and the only thing that made it go down was football practice. But as soon as I was showering in the locker rooms, it came right back.
I groaned and slipped my hand into my sweats, picturing Spencer bent nearly in half beneath me as I slid into his tight, warm body. I imagined he’d be a babbler, someone who got so lost in his pleasure and what was happening inside his body that his brain disconnected from his mouth, allowing all those pretty begs and pleas to fall from his lips. And those lips would be swollen from sucking my dick. From kissing me.
I hissed, swiping my thumb over my tip, collecting the precum there to use as lubrication as I jacked myself. My hips arched off the bed, and I moaned low in my throat, my other hand curling into the sheet.
Spencer would be on his knees in front of me, tears streaking down his pretty face, his hair damp with sweat as I fucked into his mouth, forcing him to take all of me. He would gag, his throat spasming around me. The drool leaking from his swollen lips would be fucking beautifully sinful.
“Fuck,” I groaned, swallowing thickly, my lower back already tingling, my balls drawing up tight. “Shit,” I hissed. God, the mere image already had me so close. Would the real thing feel just as fucking good?
His hands would grip my thighs, urging me forward all while using me to stabilize himself. Saliva would drip off his chin, but he’d be so lost in me fucking his pretty mouth that he wouldn’t even care that I was making a mess of him.
The image of me pulling out of his mouth and jacking myself off filled my head. I panted. He’d open his mouth on command, sticking his tongue out, and I’d paint his gorgeous face and that tongue with my cum. Mark him like a fucking wild animal.
I gritted my teeth, moaning his name as I came, my hips arching off the bed so far, it made my back ache. My toes curled, my feet threatening to cramp.
I lay panting after, my heart racing in my chest. Slowly, I opened my eyes, staring back up at my ceiling, trying to ignore the sticky mess in my sweats, which was quickly cooling and becoming uncomfortable.
I had to have Spencer, and I would stop at nothing to make him mine.
CHAPTER 3
Spencer
FIRST TUTORING SESSION
Ezra was not focusing, and I was beginning to lose my patience with him. Which was saying something because I prided myself on being a pretty patient guy. Normally, my patience was basically endless. But when someone was sitting here, constantly getting distracted and seemingly not even trying, it wore thin. Fast.
“If you don’t focus, I’m cutting this tutoring session short,” I finally said. My annoyance was clear in my voice. I hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but dammit, I’d had enough.
Ezra immediately stopped twisting his pencil around in his hand and turned his head to look at me, a sad look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Kind of in my head.”
I sighed and rubbed at my forehead with my fingertips, right between my brows, trying to ward off the headache that was growing increasingly stronger. “Well, please come out of it so I can help you,” I pleaded. “We’ve already wasted thirty minutes. You’re not even trying to grasp what I’m showing you.”
He cleared his throat and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. It was…cute. God, why did he have to be so damn handsome? There was something about seeing the cocky football star uncomfortable that was damn near endearing.
“Sorry,” he murmured again, ducking his head, looking properly chastised. “Can you go over it again? I’ll work it out while you do it so you know I’m listening.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and began going through the math problem again… for the umpteenth time. He worked out the problem as I spoke, occasionally stopping to make a note on something so he could remember and study over it later. After five more problems, he finally got the hang of it and slid his homework sheet closer to him, working through the problems on his own.
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes for a moment. I would do my homework when I got home. It wasn’t like it would take me long anyway. All of my subjects were stupidly easy. But maybe I could have a nap first…and maybe take some Tylenol for this damned headache. Ezra had managed to irritate the absolute shit out of me.
“Okay,” Ezra said about ten minutes later. I opened my eyes to look at him, only to find his blue eyes already studying me. My heart tripped over itself. Why did he have to always be so intense? “Do you want to look over this?”
