Page 41 of Love and History

I licked him like a popsicle, fondling his balls as I jacked his length. Not to brag, but I had quite a bit of fellatio experience and I knew how to push a lover’s limits. I wanted Ezra to pull my hair a little harder, rock his hips with a bit more force, and chant my name like a prayer. When he did, I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole.

“Holy fuck, that’s good. So good.”

Yes, but I could do better.

I sucked and licked, stroking any part of him I couldn’t feel at the back of my throat. Somewhere above me I heard gruff words of praise of the “so fucking good, so hot, that’s it, suck me” variety. Every grunt and groan spurred me on. I blew him with gusto, bobbing my head and clawing at his bare ass, hoping he’d let go. There was no need to be careful with me. I liked it a little rough.

Ezra got the message, though I preferred to think he was so overcome with lust that he lost control. Whatever the case, he grabbed my head in both hands and pumped his hips—once, twice.

He released me with a gasp.

“No, I want it,” I protested in a gravelly tone I barely recognized.

“I’m gonna come now.”

“Give it to me.” I pushed his hand away and wrapped my lips around him just as he exploded.

And me? I swallowed every bit of him, licking the corner of my mouth as I watched him for clues. I was pretty sure he liked it, but he looked so dazed it was hard to tell.

Ezra blinked wildly and held his hand out. “Come here.”

I sat on my heels, hesitating. The sudden move made my dick sway obscenely, precum dripping from my slit…something that might have embarrassed me if I wasn’t so far gone.

I fell beside him and let him gather me to his side, kissing me breathless. I wondered if he liked tasting himself on my tongue and if he minded if I finished myself off. I ached all over. I nipped his lip and closed my eyes. “I’m almost…”

Ezra wrapped his hand over mine. “Just tell me what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I whispered, stroking myself.

“I want to.” He squeezed me and gave a pirate’s smile. “I’ve never done this, so if I do it wrong, tell me.”

He didn’t give me a chance to argue. He bent over, massaging my balls with the flat of his tongue, then licking me from base to tip, repeating the motion twice more before opening his mouth wide.

“Oh, my gosh. Oh, my…”

I was too shocked to do anything other than stare. After a moment, I tentatively put my hand in his hair.

He went a little deeper and immediately gagged. He pulled away with a sheepish glance. “Guess it takes practice, huh?”

“Maybe. Do you want to try again?”

Ezra nodded, stroking me as he licked and sucked my shaft. Every once in a while, he paused to make sure I was okay. I was more than okay.

His hand and mouth moved in harmony and I had to admit, for someone who’d never given a blowjob, he was pretty darn good at this. I was teetering on the edge in no time. And the second he slipped his fingers between my thighs and slid a single digit along my crease, I was a goner.

I pulled his hair in warning. “Ezra, stop.”

He didn’t stop. He doubled down, sucking, licking with fervor. And that finger massaged a little deeper. If I lifted my hips, he could touch my hole. He’d be inside me and—on that thought, my orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave barreling toward shore.

Ezra took what he could, but he sat up, choking. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes bright with humor and something that looked a bit like…joy. I didn’t have a chance to ponder the incongruity of Ezra Marsden feeling joyful about swallowing my—well, you know. He pulled me close and sealed his mouth over mine, sighing with pleasure when our tongues twisted.

We kissed until our lips were hopelessly swollen and lack of oxygen became a real issue. It was glorious.

But I was nervous about what came next. We couldn’t pretend nothing happened or that it was no big deal. We were going to have to talk and maturely figure out how to move forward.

“Your jizz tastes like strawberries,” he blurted, smacking my ass.

Leave it to Ezra.