Page 40 of Love and History

I hesitated, but immediately conceded that I was already going to hell in a handbasket, so I might as well enjoy the ride.

I wiggled out of my boxer briefs and tossed them onto his floor. “Your turn.”

Ezra’s Adam’s apple slid theatrically in his throat. He gave a short nod as he “released the beast.”

And yes, it was a beast or a python or whatever he wanted to call his very large cock. The man was hung like a horse…long and thick with a wide mushroom head. A prominent vein ran from under the crown to his base. His balls were big too. And he was hairy. Not excessively so, but he didn’t manscape.

Honestly, that turned me on more than I would have imagined. I hadn’t been with a ton of men, but it seemed like most of my gentlemen callers were smooth-shaven. Ezra’s self-confident masculine beauty was a refreshing change.

“You’re staring at the big guy, man. You’re gonna make him nervous,” he drawled, lazily smearing a bead of precum over his slit.

I grinned. His silly one-liners were what I needed to push away the last of my reserves. “Do you always refer to your penis in the third person?”

Ezra smiled as he stroked himself. “Only for special occasions. You’re…beautiful. Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

He made a show of wiping his palm on his chest before holding out his hand. I drew him toward my cock, which could have doubled as a flag pole in its current condition, and curled his fingers around my shaft. We both moaned, then shared a glance and chuckled at our timing.

He rubbed his thumb up and down my length, stroking me experimentally. His lips twitched when I hummed my approval. “Feel okay?”

“Yes. Very good.”

“More pressure or less?” He sidled closer and demonstrated both options.

“More, please.” I instinctively reached for him, gripping him firmly, and returned the favor.

“Fuck. Whatever you’re doing is good,” he groaned. “Keep doing that.”

We lay facing each other, brushing foreheads and noses while we stroked. At first, he mirrored my unhurried motion, occasionally pressing kisses on my lips. It was good. Very good. I felt oddly in tune with him in a way I never had with any other partner. And that was double-secret-sauce crazy because this was Ezra.

Ezra staring into my eyes, looking at me like I was a sage. Ezra’s hand on my cock, coaxing pleasure. Ezra’s lips on mine…

He let out a frustrated growl and rolled atop of me, pinning me to the mattress with my hands above my head. He picked up where we’d left off earlier, grinding insistently while he tongue-fucked me. I bit his lip and sucked it better as I arched and swayed wantonly. I couldn’t get enough. Precum slicked between us like lube. Ezra slipped his hand between us and grabbed both of us, trembling as he jerked us together.

“Mmm. That’s so good,” I murmured.

“So good.” He nipped my chin. “I wish I could fuck you. I wish I could be inside you. So deep.”

I shivered with need. “Oh…”

Ezra’s sex-hazed gravelly timbre and all those deliciously dirty sentiments did something for me. My balls drew tight and my cock pulsed in his hand. If he said anything about fucking me again, I’d be done for. I didn’t want to come yet.

I tweaked his nipples and whispered, “Can I suck you?”

He grunted as he released me and propped himself on one hand. “You don’t even have to ask.”

I pushed at his chest, wordlessly requesting to switch positions. I crawled between his spread legs, gripping him around his base as I studied the dips and valleys of his muscular form. Beautiful. He was absolutely stunning. I eased my hold slightly, waiting until I had his full attention before bending to lick the tip.

“That’s not good enough. Do it like you mean it.” Ezra slipped his right hand in my hair and gently tugged. “Suck that cock, baby.”

“Mmm. Yes.”

My eyes might have rolled back in my skull. Seriously. I was so far gone, lost in a sea of desire. I’d never wanted anyone like this. The fact that it was Ezra didn’t send off a single alarm now. Not one. I knew without a doubt that I was where I belonged, servicing this wicked viking-like hunk of man.

Okay, that was a tad dramatic, but that was exactly what Ezra looked like. A rough and wild warrior who knew what he wanted. And he wanted me.

On that thought, I pushed my glasses up my nose and got to work.