Page 17 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

Stone

Practicing more while I was growing up would’ve been a good idea, but I’d never thought I’d need magic beyond a few basic things. Luckily for us, though, giving him part of my will was as close to breathing as it got when it came to magic.

I just hadn’t realized it would work with a ghost.

I was going to have to ask my mother more questions and stop avoiding her…that’d turned out to be a bad decision on several fronts.

“Let it flood into every cell. Let it hold the image of your body and know that this is who you are right now.” I was going to have some explaining to do at some point, but at the moment, Ezra was relaxed and as solid as I’d ever seen him.

He was beautifully naked and gloriously hard…and it was incredible because it was like I could feel his desire inside of me.

And that meant I’d done it right.

Thank the gods above…looking stupid would’ve sucked.

“Hold it as you relax against me.” Going back to kissing his neck, I closed my eyes and turned my will back to myself. I generally didn’t take any shortcuts to get my clothes off because it felt ridiculous, but I made an exception and removed them like I was a witch in a bad B movie.

Ezra knew the second I was naked. He sucked in a breath and I could feel shock and desire radiating from him. I wasn’t sure what he’d do next but I was prepared for nearly anything.

“You’re so weird.” He cocked his head in a thinking gesture even though it put his head right against mine. “And isn’t that kind of lazy? Like, shouldn’t I have gotten a strip tease or something?”

He was such a drama queen.

“You’ve got my dick against your back. Your naked back, I might add. You really want to nitpick that?” His sigh made me smile as I opened my eyes. “I thought so.”

I wasn’t sure how long he’d last in his more solid state, so I wasn’t going to bet on us having time to let him snark his way into an orgasm.

We’d try that another time because it was cute.

“I also think that you’re nervous and maybe not ready to see how sexy I am?” Humming softly, I shrugged. “I guess we can go slow until you’ve had time to debate it in your head. I mean, I won’t worry because you’re not interested in playing with me.”

His huff was adorable…and filled with frustration.

“Stop manipulating me, asshole.” He was grumbling and being all dramatic, but he turned in my arms to glare at me. “Are you really that desperate for me to see your dick?”

“Yes.” He hadn’t been expecting that answer for some reason because it stopped him in his tracks. “I want to show off for my boy and I want to feel your touch on my dick. I even want to see if I can come on you.”

That had him rolling his eyes. “Your fantasy life hasn’t moved past the teenage boy getting horny phase.”

Oh, he wanted to look down so badly.

“Is that what you wanted as a teenager? Your boyfriend to stretch you out and come on you?” Yep. That blush said I was right on the money. “How did the fantasy go?”

Scooting back, I stretched out against the head of the bed and stroked my hand down my chest. I didn’t go all the way to my cock, but it was hard enough it was waving around like the attention whore it was. “Were we making out and you finally talked me out of my clothes?”

He groaned, looking at me like I was an idiot. “That’s you. You would’ve done that.”

Probably.

“So I talked you out of your clothes?” Playing dumb and looking confused only got him more riled up. “Okay, if that’s how you want the fantasy to go.”

Grumbling to himself about how ridiculous it was to think he’d be the aggressor, Ezra rolled over onto all fours and crawled closer, his beautiful cock hanging low between his legs. “You’re insane. But yeah, that’s how the fantasy would go. Duh.”

Laughing would not have been the right response but he was so funny when he was frustrated. I managed to keep up the confused expression, though, because I was a badass Dom. “It’ll be fine. I can make that realistic.”

Could someone break their eyes by rolling them too much?

“I wouldn’t make it hard for you. Sure, I’d play bashful and nervous, but I’d want it so bad.” On the pass over my chest that time, I ran my hand lower and loosely wrapped it around my shaft to give it a gentle stroke.

“You’re…you’re supposed to be talking me out of my clothes.” Ezra frowned, but it was too distracted to be actual frustration. His default state was snark, so he couldn’t help himself.

Moaning, because he’d finally dropped his gaze, I rocked up into my fist and fucked it a few times. “Am I? Well, no matter how we got here, once you got me naked after all that kissing and snuggling, I’d forget why I’d been nervous to begin with…I’d want to show off.”

And let him do wicked things to me.

“Just knowing you were watching me jerk off would’ve been enough to make me want to come, but I couldn’t. I had to impress you and show you what a man I was.” That got a smirk from him but his gaze didn’t move.

“We’re not counting sexual stamina as the definition of what makes a man.” Making a thoughtful sound as he inched closer, possibly without realizing it, Ezra’s gaze didn’t move. “Let’s try how many times you can come in one scene.”

He might’ve been cranky but he was definitely a positive thinker about some things.

“Do I get to come on you?” I wasn’t going to aim for coming in him because I wasn’t sure if he could swallow anything in his current mostly solid state. “You’d look sexy painted in my cum.”

Ezra licked his lips, moaning softly as I stretched my legs wide so he could get closer…and get a better view. “I…That’s in a lot of porn.”

We were definitely going to have a longer conversation about what I thought he’d done and what he’d actually done. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how vague he’d been and how he’d kept turning the conversations around.

He was good at the limits conversations and the stuff he knew I’d put my foot down about, but he’d used that sexy snark to distract me on several occasions.

“It is.” Tightening my grip, I went slower to make sure I didn’t rush to the finish line. “A lot of subs, and just people in general, like it. Something about the dirty nature of it makes a lot of people excited.”

And it was a good way to get out of swallowing cum because it was an acquired taste…but Ezra didn’t seem to be concerned about that at the moment.

His chest was moving lower toward the bed, pushing his ass up in a way that made me curious about what he’d think of puppy play. “What…what do you think about it?”

Since he’d asked, I made sure to answer as clearly as I could. “Sexy as fuck.”

That got a quiet laugh from him, but his focus was still on my cock. “You need to stop being vague about shit like that.”

Brat.

“I love the idea of painting you with my cum and I love the idea of you coming on me.” How? “So we definitely have to play around with a scene like that but what do you think about my being blindfolded and you pretending to do it? I’d love for you to talk dirty to me.”

For some reason that had him pausing his slow crawl to my dick and he leaned his head against my knee. “Would that be too submissive for you?”

Interesting.

Reaching out, I slowly ran my hand over his head, loving the feel of his hair as I caressed him. “No. It might make me feel submissive but that’s not a bad thing. It’s not something I’d do with anyone else, but you’re not just anyone else, baby.”

His pink cheeks were back, but he didn’t let his nerves stop him. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

It seemed more like a push for information rather than a way to get out of it, so I tried to respond that way. “Then we can practice going over what you’d say in the scene or maybe topics that you think would be fun to tease me with.”

That seemed harder for him to imagine based on his frown, so I took it in a different direction. “I could be wearing a plug or something like that while you tell me how you’re jerking off. Not being able to see but still being stimulated would be incredible.”

Shifting, he ended up rubbing his cheek against my thigh as he looked back at my erection…and maybe lower. “The only porn I saw with anything like that always had the Dom topping.”

Definitely informational.

“It’s expected and an easier scene that way.” I shrugged, trying not to moan too loudly as he brought one hand up and ran a finger along the underside of my dick. “Fuck. I.”

His grin said he loved how he affected me, but he didn’t distract me from actually answering. “For most people just watching the porn to get off, giving them what they’re expecting to see keeps them deeper in the fantasy. Making people think can throw them out of it.”

“And that’s not what porn wants to do.” Answering softly, he hummed and ran the pad of his finger over my slit. “Porn is about sucking people in. Okay. But what about you?”

“I enjoy anal play and I have nothing against bottoming.” Playing with his hair, I nudged the back of his head to encourage him to keep going forward. “I love the idea of feeling you inside me or another good option would be to have you fuck me with a toy.”

He sucked in a breath as his lips got right to my cock. “That…I…If I can pick up a pencil, I can pick up a dildo.”

Sexy as fuck.

“That’s right.” I moaned again as his lips finally brushed against my erection. “Fuck. I. There are so many things you can do to me…we don’t have to stop there.”

Damn.

His lips.

I could feel his lips and his hands and even his breath on me.

My eyes wanted to close so I could just sink into the sensation, but the rest of me wouldn’t let them. I wasn’t sure how many times I’d get a moment like this and I didn’t want to miss even a second of it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

His cheeks went red again, but he’d found his confidence. He looked up at me, giving me wide, innocent eyes as he flicked his tongue against my dick again.

“Fuck.”

I’d get more articulate…eventually…but it looked like for the moment he didn’t mind. “Do you want to come on my face or on my cock?”

“Both. Definitely both.” Swallowing hard as he fucked my slit with his tongue, I worked to breathe steadily enough that I could talk. “We’re going for number of orgasms, remember?”

He tried to keep the innocent act going, but his eyes lit up and his smirk came back. “Yeah, I remember.”

Such a brat.

Gods, it was sexy.

“I think…” Nothing. I was thinking nothing because he wrapped his lips around my cock and actually sucked on it.

His chuckle sent a shiver through me and might’ve made me imagine spanking him a few times.

“Gods, baby. That’s…” Perfect. “Your hand. Your mouth.”

Just watching his reactions was sexier than he seemed to understand.

“That’s so good.” Part of me wanted to stay like that for hours but I knew better than to push the limit. “Hump the bed, baby.”

I thought the order would’ve been easy and something he’d probably give me snark for, but he blushed and moaned, hiding his face against my body as his ass moved up and down.

“Yes. Just like that.” Whatever he heard in my voice had some of his embarrassment fading, but he went back to focusing on my cock as his ass continued to tease me. “Your ass. That’s so. Baby.”

That got a low bark of laughter and his nerves eased back enough for him to push his ass up and wave it at me.

Oh, that tight little hole.

“I’m going to dream about fucking you tonight. Sinking into that sexy ass. Fucking you long and hard until you cry out for me and beg to come.” There was no way to hide the shiver that raced through him and that just pushed me closer to the edge. “That’s right. I’ll make you beg for me. Should I make you wait to come or should I let you come as many times as you can when I’m inside you?”

He’d definitely seen that in porn.

And he’d liked it.

As his body rode the bed faster, he made a needy sound and sent pleasure vibrating through me. “I’ll make you come over and over until it’s almost painful and the pleasure is making you ache and whine.”

Bingo.

We’d found a fantasy.

Ezra pulled off my cock and cried out against me, shaking as his orgasm fired through him as he clung to me. I could feel his fingers digging into my leg and feel his face against my thigh as he rode out his orgasm.

Watching him come, I wrapped my hand around my erection and all it took was three rough strokes to join him, streaking his face with cum as my orgasm fired through me. I wanted to linger in that haze as long as possible, but I knew how much energy he’d used in his orgasm and I could almost feel him fading again.

“Come here, baby.” Gathering him up in my arms, I held him tight as he buried his face against my shoulder. “Kiss. I want a kiss.”

He chuckled as he pulled away, trying to be frustrated. “Always so dramatic.”

I might’ve been dramatic but I got my kiss, and I could see the delight in his eyes as he gave me several soft pecks, thoroughly enjoying his kisses. “But it helps me get my way.”

He let his eyes roll, his favorite expression, and sighed. “You’re the Dom. That’s supposed to let you have your way.”

“My sub is a curious creature.” I shrugged in a what can I say kind of gesture. “I don’t want to take any chances.”

So I stole one more kiss…that not taking chances thing coming into play. “Curl up here beside me. I need attention.”

Ezra definitely wanted to get snarky but he stopped himself. “Fine. I won’t panic or be sad about losing being solid, though, so stop panicking and being all worried Dom.”

“You saw those in porn too, huh?” Glad he realized what was coming, I frowned as he lay down beside me on the bed so we were facing each other. “I’m very curious about what you were watching.”

He was fighting embarrassment as he huffed and sighed, buying time. “This isn’t the time for questions.”

That was a good one as far as quick-thinking responses went.

“Then it can be the time for another kiss.” I wasn’t going to point out the whole losing the solid body thing, but he glared at me.

“For a few seconds?” When I nodded, he shrugged. “Okay.”

Curiouser and curiouser.

But I got another kiss first, doing my best to memorize ever sensation I got as his lips brushed mine. Seconds ticked by, but we kept it light and almost innocent aside from the whole naked thing. When he finally started to fade, he settled back against the bed and studied my face.

“Did I make the wrong call?” I wasn’t sure anymore.

“Helping me be solid for a few minutes?” His expression seemed to jump between serious and wanting to laugh, so I took a chance on what he thought was so funny.

“It wasn’t a few minutes.” Grumbling and huffing got a smile from him. “I lasted longer than that and you know it.”

He lifted one shoulder. “If you say so.”

Brat.