You should sleep. You must be tired.
“Do you work tomorrow?” Ezra stared at me with those soulful eyes, and I felt a shudder deep inside myself. I had a feeling I would say yes to anything he asked me to do.
“No. Weekend.”
“I forgot about that.” He laughed quietly, but he didn’t sound very amused. “Days blend when you’re on the streets. I should know, though, because weekends are when the cash flows. People suddenly feel a little more generous when they hand you money.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered lightly at the same time as I made a fist and rubbed it in a circle on my chest, using the sign, too.
He stared down at the floor when he said, “Why? Because you live in a nice home and you got a good job? Nah. As much as I act bitter about it, I’m a realist. We can all end up on the street in one way or another. It’s about luck. You obviously have some kind of support with your cousin. I had nothing. The rest of my family stopped caring. Just how life rolls.” Ezra’s lips twisted, like he’d realized he’d said too much. “I really do sound hostile, huh?”
No, he didn’t. He sounded angry with the world that had let him fall through the cracks, and I didn’t blame him. I made a gesture like scooping a spoon in my mouth. “Hungry?” I mouthed.
His belly chose that moment to growl and his cheeks flushed. “Yeah, think I am.”
We both laughed.
7
EZRA
We spent the night cuddled in the same bed again. At some point, I’d snuggled against his chest, my fist curled into his thin white T-shirt, and that’s how I woke up. Samael was already wide awake. When I looked at him and apologized, he smiled tenderly and mouthed that it was okay.
I enjoyed the casual hug too much, though. My cock swelled in the pajama pants I’d borrowed and I turned my back to Samael so he wouldn’t feel it. He’d already said he wasn’t gay, even if the first night proved otherwise. What was a hand job to him anyway? Obviously, nothing important because he hadn’t attempted to touch me sexually since.
“Okay?”
I winced at his strained voice. “I’m fine.”
“Ezra.” He wrapped his fingers around my arm and tugged so I had to turn to look at him. His frown meant his eyebrows dipped low, mouth twisted in confusion.
“How much does talking hurt?” My change of topic made him frown even harder.
“A lot,” he mouthed. His hold on me loosened. His curly, brown hair was swept to one side from where he’d lain on the pillow and it was the most adorable thing I’d seen. I couldn’t break my gaze away from the blue depths of his eyes. I was nothing more than a man lost in Samael’s gravitational pull.
“What happened?”
He shook his head, and I took the answer for what it was. Like me, Samael didn’t want to talk about his past. I didn’t blame him. He wasn’t going to open up to me if I wouldn’t do the same for him.
I shuffled closer until my bare chest touched his clothed one. “What happened the other night?—”
Samael twisted and shoved himself out of bed. I watched him go, feeling lost as he headed to the armoire to pull out clothes. Shame flooded me. I was an idiot. I was pushing a man who gave me a place to stay because I wanted to get off. If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up back on the streets again—or worse.
I licked my dry lips and slid out from under the blankets. He passed me clothes that looked like they’d fit me better than the ones I’d chosen yesterday. As I turned to go to the bathroom, he grasped my arm and tugged me close. He carded his fingers through my hair and scraped his nails against my scalp, making me arch my back at the sudden sharp sensations of pleasure that danced up my spine.
His lips hovered over mine, but he didn’t kiss me, and I didn’t lean any closer to him for fear it’d break the moment.
“Shower.”
I nodded because I didn’t know what else to do, but I didn’t move until he nudged me. I forced myself to walk out of the room toward the shower, ignoring the feel of his hot stare on my bare back, only broken when I put the barrier of a door between us. I sucked in a deep breath as I leaned against the wood, closing my eyes. Everything about Samael taunted me, from hisgentle blue gaze to his sweet smile. I could still feel his hand on my cock, stroking me until I’d unraveled and became a boneless lump of limbs.
Fuck. My cock jumped at the memory and I pulled it out of my pajama pants, wrapping my fingers around the hardness in a firm grip. I tilted my head back and kept my eyes closed as I imagined it was his hand working me. My palm was smaller, but it did the job. Everything inside me tingled and the excitement shot straight down to my balls, making them heavy. I slid my thumb over my slit, teasing the head of my cock before I began a furious jerking pace.
Stars danced behind my closed eyelids and pressure built at the base of my spine. Everything was so sensitive. The slightest touch had groans and whimpers slipping from between my lips. When I pinched my nipple with my free hand, I flew so high on pleasure that it felt like I was floating.
It was all over before it even began. My cock jerked in my hand and streams of cum shot from my slit across the bathroom floor, some gathering on my fist. I arched my back, riding the waves of ecstasy until it felt like my bones had dissolved again. I slid down the door and landed on my ass.
I grinned before I could stop myself and stared down at the cum on my palm.Fuck, that was awesome.When was the last time I’d jerked off like this? Who the fuck knew. Living on the street meant getting off was the last thing on my mind.
