Page 29 of Beautiful Trauma
“This is ridiculous,” I said, but I bent at the waist and placed my palms flat on his desk.
Ezra crossed to the door and locked it, making my dick twitch with the possibilities. He moved my chair back a foot then sat in it, putting his eyes level with my ass. I jolted when I felt his warm hands on my bare thighs. “At least your gym shorts make this easier. Imagine if I needed you to drop your pants.”
“You’re a cruel man, Ezra.”
“I just can’t seem to help myself when it comes to you.” Ezra carefully probed the back of my thigh, pushing gently with his thumbs. I hissed when he found the sore spot. “Right there?” I grunted and nodded. Ezra returned to the area with gentle pressure then moved his thumbs outward from the center, loosening the tight knot.
“Oh,” I whimpered. “It’s starting to feel better already.”
Ezra scooted the chair back farther then lowered himself to the floor behind me. I knew I should call a halt to him touching me, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see how far he would go. Ezra tugged my shorts down to my knees, and I thought we might go all the way if pushed hard enough. “I wanted to be able to see the afflicted area because it feels hot and swollen.”
“It’s definitely hot and swollen. Hard as steel too.”
Ezra chuckled but didn’t slide his hand up between my legs to confirm my statement like I wanted him to. He returned his focus to the knot in my hamstring. “It looks okay, but you’re going to want to ice this down for twenty minutes every few hours.”
God, his hands felt so good. I didn’t care how wrong the situation was. The only thing I wanted was more of his hands on my body. I hadn’t exaggerated the condition of my dick either. I glanced down and saw the wet spot on the front of my light blue underwear. I clenched my jaw to keep from begging him to put me out of my misery, but I couldn’t prevent the way my body shivered beneath his careful touch.
“I am the cruelest kind of bastard, aren’t I?” Ezra asked softly.
“No,” I whispered, but my pounding heart said yes.
Ezra leaned forward and kissed the tender spot on the back of my thigh. “What’s your opinion now?”
I whimpered. “Yeah, pretty damn cruel.” Ezra made me feel bold and daring, which had to be the reason I straightened up and turned to face him. I needed him to see the way my body reacted to him. Ezra’s eyes lingered on my crotch before they inched up my torso until they met my eyes. I gripped my erection through my briefs and said, “I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”
Ezra’s gaze dropped down to watch my hand moving lazily up and down my shaft. “Who’s the cock tease now, Henry?”
Acting with a boldness I never knew I possessed, I released my cock and shoved my briefs down to my thighs. “Who’s teasing, Ezra?”
ITORE MY EYES AWAYfrom the pearl of pre-cum beading on Henry’s cock head to meet his gaze. He’d never acted this boldly before, and I needed to see the same confidence I heard in his words before I took him down the back of my throat. Henry’s gorgeous eyes dazzled with challenge, and a smug smirk slanted across his face. How had I thought I could resist him?
“If you’re so worried about what I’m doing with this,” Henry said, fisting his cock and stroking it, “why don’t you show me what I should be doing with it?”
“Do you think you brought me to my knees with this stunt, Henry?”
He arched a dark brow. “Aren’tyou on your knees for me, Ezra?” Henry reached down with his free hand to give his balls a firm tug.
I sucked in a quick breath. Who was this young man, and what had he done with my Henry? I mentally shook my head. He’s notmyHenry. A long-forgotten voice inside me whispered,but he could be.Anger. I needed to get pissed and hold on to it, forcing all other emotion aside so I could get off my knees and send him out of my office—hard, aching, and remorseful. Wispy tendrils of anger formed, but they were as elusive as smoke rings in the wind. I could try to grab them, but they’d dissipate in my hands or shift in the opposite direction. That left me with only one alternative: regain the upper hand.
Henry’s smirk trembled but didn’t fade when I rose to my feet to stand before him. “Somebody can’t stop playing with matches, I see.”
Henry’s hand tightened around his shaft, and he continued to jack himself. “I didn’t plan this,” he said breathlessly. I recognized the tremor in his voice and knew he was close to spilling his cum in my office. Acceptance and inevitability washed over me. This was always meant to happen again, whether he planned it or not, but we would do things on my terms.
“You didn’t plan to imply that some guy named Brad was plowing your tight ass and making you limp?” I asked. Henry’s shuttling fist faltered, and his mouth fell open. I raised my brow, letting him know I was waiting for an answer.
Henry shook his head. “I just w-wanted to th-thank you. I get nervous around you and say the wrong things.”
“How were you going to thank me?” I asked, stepping closer and brushing his hand off his cock. Henry would come when I said he could. I slid my hand beneath the hem of his tee and felt the flex of his abdominal muscles. He hadn’t exaggerated when he said he’d been exercising a lot. I slid my fingers upward, tracing a path up his torso that made him shiver. “By teasing me with what I want most and can’t have?” I circled his nipple then softly grazed it with the tip of one finger. I knew how sensitive his nipples were but refused to reward him for behaving badly. “Had you planned to show your appreciation by telling me about the other men who get to enjoy your efforts?” I stilled my hand so that my palm rested over his heart, which raced desperately for me.
“No, I’m not—” Henry’s voice choked with emotion. He placed a hand on the side of my neck, his thumb brushing against my runaway pulse. “I’m not that kind of guy,” he finally said. “Y-you jumped to conclusions, and I tried to clear things up right away. I wish I wanted Brad, and I wish I could take guys up on their blatant offers, but I can’t.”
Blatant offers. The thought alone had me fighting back a growl. I retained enough of my good sense to place emphasis on the most important part of his confession. I leaned forward until my lips were a hairsbreadth away from his. “Why can’t you?”
Henry’s eyes closed, and his head fell back on a soft moan, exposing his strong throat. Unable to resist his sweet offering, I pressed my lips against his pulse point, loving the way it quivered against my flesh. If we were alone in my apartment, I’d mark him. “You already know the answer, Ezra.”
Knowing I was going to lose this battle wasn’t enough; I needed to make Henry as crazy as I felt before I released the last vestiges of my resistance. “I need you to tell me, Henry. We promised to be honest, no matter what. Use your words.”
Henry’s head snapped up, and his eyes glittered with determination. “They’re not you, Ezra. Is that what you needed to hear? Do you want to know that I choose to go home and fuck my fist rather than give myself up to someone who isn’t you? Does that make you happy?”