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“You like them, huh?”

“I like how different they are.” I heft them gently in my palm. Touching them makes me feel possessive of him.

I slide my palm up his shaft and he hisses. This is different, too. His cock is thick from root to tip, with a musky smell that makes my mouth water. It’s hard, but the skin is so soft and silky, not wet all over like mine. I rub my thumb over the pearl of liquid beading up at the tip and spread it over his pink head, and he groans, his stomach flexing.

He stays still as I touch him, holding back. With all his broad strength on display, his restraint excites me. My chest swells with pressure as I stroke him up and down, mimicking the way he thrust into my hand, and watch him twitch and slowly turn red all down his chest.

“Lys,” he rasps.

His chest heaves. I pause, but nothing else is forthcoming. When I stroke him again his head tips back and he moans, low and long. The noise ignites me. Emboldened, I sink to my elbows and take his whole tip into my mouth at once.

He lets out a loud, shocked noise. His cock jerks upward, briefly filling my mouth. I forget that I’m exploring and fall on him ravenously, sliding my lips down his length until the salty taste of his fluids fills my throat. Ezra tries to pull his hips back, but I grip them with possessive hunger. My body tingles.

He chokes on a moan, fingers curling around my jaw. “Your cock — touch it, Lysander. Please.”

With one hand, I shove my pajama shorts down and cup my new appendage. That too-bright sensation strikes me again, but this time, with my mouth around Ezra and his voice in my ears, the feeling makes my knees shake.

My hand glides easily over the wet length. It’s almost painful at first, until Ezra’s cock jerks up into my throat and he moans, and sparks explode. A gasp bursts out of my nose and I forget what I’m doing, my head scrambled.

Ezra strokes my jaw with his thumb. “Can you do both? Stroke my cock with your mouth — ahhh, fuck, that’s good.” I’m eager to please. “And touch yourself at the same time. Just like that. Oh my god, you’re doing so good, baby —”

He groans again, loudly. Bitterness and salt bursts over my tongue. I swallow roughly as more and more spills from him. His grip tightens in my hair, holding me in place so I have no choice but to drink him down. But I don’t want to pull away. I want the gift he’s giving me, to make him fly like I’m flying.

My eyes drift shut and my thoughts quiet. There’s nothing but Ezra, in me and around me.

Then his hands are on my shoulders, dragging me up. I swallow the essence of him that’s still on my tongue. He drags me on top of him and his hand dives between us, and bright, sparkling pleasure erupts between my legs.

“Oh!” I convulse. It’s so much better than my own hand, especially when Ezra grips the back of my neck and fits my mouth to his, his tongue sliding inside. I’m on fire, erupting molten hot seed over his fist. His erratic breath makes me want to rub my whole body all over him.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he groans. His hand twists and another shock runs up my spine. I arch in surprise and cry out. “Think I can make you come again.”

“I’m — I can’t —” I gasp, squeezing wherever I’m touching him.

He stops, breathing heavily. “Let me look, sweets.” I look. His broad hand cups the whole base of my cock, fingers buried out of sight in my slit below. His knuckles are covered in milky seed.My cock shivers in his grasp. “You’re amazing. Rub on me, just like this.”

Face burning, I try to do as he says. The pulse of pleasure makes me gasp hotly. I forget how to hold myself up.

“Yes,” he hisses, curling an arm around me tightly. “That’s it. Fuck. Take what you need.”

My hips jerk unsteadily, chasing that feeling. His mouth latches onto mine again and I crest over a second peak in his arms, shuddering and exploding as he invades me with his tongue and his fingers lash my sensitive folds.

Afterward, I slump onto his chest.

“Can we have another date?” I mumble, breathless.

He grips me tighter. “Date or no date, just say the word and I’m there.”

“Which word?” I press.

He chuckles. “Pick one.”

Bear and I have safe words — red, yellow, and green. They’re imperative when he’s hanging me from the ceiling with little more than a few ropes. But what’s a word that meansPlease touch me and never stop?

I don’t have to think long. “More.”

“Okay, sweets. When you say more, I’ll give you more.”

I push myself up. His words are light, but seriousness underscores them. “You can tell me no, you know.”