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I’ve got him, safe with me. And I don’t ever want to let him go.
Nineteen
Josh
I wake up with Ezra wrapped around me like some kind of insane starfish. He’s behind me—he’s spooning me now—with one arm around my shoulders, one hand clutching the waistline of my boxer briefs, and one of his warm legs pushed between mine, like he wants to be sure we’re joined from head to toe.
I feel the morning wood stretching my boxer briefs before noticing there’s something pressed against the curve of my ass: his dick.
I’ve never felt it on me like this before. Never felt anyone pressed against me from behind. A swell of heat moves through my junk, and my dick hardens to the point of pain.
Shit.
I shut my eyes and try to breathe deep without making breathy noises. My gaze moves to the clock: 7:14 a.m.
I wonder when we switched places. This feels damn good—the having him around me.
Then I feel his arm move, and his hand comes down and covers my bulge.
“Mornin’,” he drawls. His low voice, right by my ear— It makes me shudder.
“Hard night?” He snickers, and I feel it in my balls. Then it’s his palm under my balls…lifting…rolling my sac.
“Been dreaming of this,” he rasps.
His fingers wrap around the base of my cock, pumping upward. My hips thrust, wanting his hand to move up and squeeze the tip of my cock.
I’m going to say so, but all that comes out is, “Aghh.”
I feel his soft laugh right before he bites the back of my neck. Then his hand slides up toward my cockhead, toying with the little notch on the underside of it. Then he’s rubbing his palm over my tip. His fingers reach back down to tease me, running lightly over my shaft.
“What do you want, Miller?”
My brain just sort of freezes, filled with exclamation marks as my throat tightens. He gives me two long, slow pumps, and then he nips at my neck again.
“Silence means that you want nothing. For the record.”
I roll over so we’re facing one another, both lying on our sides, my heart beating so fast I can barely breathe as I cup his pec. My fingers pinch his tiny nipple. “That feel like a ‘nothing’, dickface?”
We both grin when I call him that. Then his lips part and he’s panting, rubbing at me.
“I want to see you come.” His voice sounds weak and almost shaky, but his eyes are lust-glazed.
“You want me to do myself?”
"Hell no." He wraps his hand around the tip of my cock, stroking as he looks into my eyes. "I'm gonna make you come, Mills. Your job is to lie here and make my balls hurt."
He starts to really jerk me, and my eyes shut as I start breathing harder. Fuck, I bet nobody gives a hand job like another guy.
A little whimper sound comes from me as he works my head so good that I can feel these waves of pleasure all down through my fucking knees. My cock gets a level harder, firming up to come, and he says, “Open your eyes, Miller.”
I do, and I’m transfixed by the intense look on his face.
"You need to come?" he murmurs.
I nod, gritting my teeth as he pumps me faster.
"You gonna blow in my hand?"
"Maybe," I manage.
He kisses my cheek. "That's what I want. I wanna see you lose it."
I'm groaning as he grips me harder, pumping so fast that I know I'm gonna blow—
And then his hand around me changes…re-grips. He's holding me under my cockhead, stroking the rim of it. He shifts his hips, and I feel his dick pressed against mine.
"Ooh God."
I shift my hips to try to get us closer.
"Like that?" his voice rasps.
"Yeah," I breathe.
His hands work together, stroking both of us, pressing our thick cockheads together. "They look good." His fist squeezes me so hard it almost hurts, but then he finds this rhythm where he's pumping us at the same time. I can feel the soft skin of his shaft rub against mine. At one point, his balls slap mine, and my toes curl from how good it feels.
I realize I'm sort of hoarsely moaning. Open up my eyes and find him smirking down at me.
"Mills," he says with a soft smile. One hand comes under my balls to cup them as his other hand starts pumping me just right. I’m thrusting at him, moaning, and his hand is fucking magic—
I come so fast and hard, I lose myself for a few seconds—so I’m not aware that I’m coming all over the place. Not until I open my eyes and look down, and I find the white stuff all over both of us.
My jaw drops. "Hey wait—you came, too. But your hands were both on me."
He lifts his brows, looking drained but smirky.
