he knew either.
I squeezed some lube on my hand and took hold of his dick again. This time I gave him faster strokes, and he thrust his hips, pushing himself into the circle of my hand. “That’s it, take what you need.”
I finger-fucked him, and he took it so well, driving himself back, impaling his ass on every stroke.
“Jesus, I love watching your hole stretch. Think about how it’s going to feel to have my cock in you.”
“So much. So full.”
“That’s right. I’ll fill you up and make you beg.”
“Yes. Leo, please.”
“Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you need this.”
He whimpered, and his movements got faster and faster until he cried out, and I felt the sticky wetness of his cum coat my hand.
He collapsed against the bed when he was done, and my fingers slipped from his ass. “That was so good, Ezra. I’m proud of you.”
“Mmm,” was all he said.
I rubbed his back. “I’ll give you a few minutes before you take all of me.”
“I really don’t know if…”
“You can come again. I’ll make you. Tell me your fantasies. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
He shook his head.
“Ezra, turn over and look at me.”
He stayed still for several seconds before finally rolling to his side and looking at me with heavy eyes. His cheeks were pink from exertion or embarrassment, probably both.
“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