Page 48 of Right Up His Alley

Faster.

Wetter.

His hips tremble first then give way to sharp, uncontrolled jerks. My own dick weeps for attention, but I’m too focused on him to care. Ezra clenches the muscles in his legs before he howls, “Fuck, True. Don’t stop.”

As much as I love him being loud, even in my sex-crazed mind, I remember the party happening downstairs. Reaching up, I cover his mouth with my hand. I pull off his dick just enough to say, “Shh, baby. I want to make you scream, but you need to be quiet for me.”

Realization dawns, and an adorable flush colors his cheek. He nods once, telling me he understands. “Good boy,” I purr around his length, which earns me another muffled groan and a muffled, “Fucking hell.”

I want to see him come undone before me, even more so than he already is. The challenge excites me enough to pull my head back and spit every drop of warmth onto his throbbing dick. My hand squeezes his shaft harder as I jerk him feverishly, anticipating the moment he can’t hold it in any longer.

“True!” His moan is muffled by my hand, but his body spasms. He tenses under me, even as his legs shake.

Not a moment later, he grabs the back of my head, my hair weaving between his frenzied fingers, and pulls me in deeper. I let him, because it’s so damn hot. My mouth opens wider to a knocking in the back of my throat that nearly makes me gag. I breathe through my nose, steadying my movements the best I can. Knowing he’s about to bust while I’m there to catch it turns me on more than I could ever imagine. And I need Ezra Jiménez to come for me.

Just then, he sucks in all of the air from the room and holds it, with the help of his fist pressing hard against his lips.

And then I feel it. The moment he unravels for me, and it’s glorious.

The warm, thick taste of him covers my tongue and fills my mouth. I fucking love it, taking every last drop of him, milking him for everything he’s worth.

“Come up here,” Ezra pants, voice gruff with need. He reaches for me in a way I can’t confuse, even if I’m not entirely ready to move away from his cock. “I want that dirty mouth,” he pleads before another soft moan slips out.

His plea makes me pull back and slowly move up, excited to share with him the remnants of what’s in my mouth, needing to feed him his cum. I kiss him hard, letting him taste himself. Ezra doesn’t shy away, he sucks and licks, taking everything I give him. We pull apart, gasping for breath. Ezra’s tongue oscillates between his sweet pink lips, savoring the taste. It takes everything in me not to swoop down and capture his lips with mine again.

Or better yet, slide my throbbing cock between his soft lips and fuck him until I come down his dirty throat.

“God,” I grunt, licking my own lips to savor every last drop of Ezra.

This is perfect. Euphoric. Exactly what we both needed.

“What about you?” Ezra reaches for my pants, and as much as I want it—I really fucking want it—this moment was about him. His pleasure.

“Later,” I promise, implying there will be a later because there has to be. I can’t have Ezra just once now that I’ve gotten a taste of him. I fear I’m addicted now.

“Fine.” He doesn’t look pleased, which only makes me fall for him, knowing he wants to pleasure me. But for now, we throw ourselves on our backs and both let out heated breaths and a few chuckles. Lying there, I realize just how messy we have the potential to get. Judging by Ezra’s sudden silence, I know he’s thinking the same thing.

Does he regret it? Certainly not. You can’t come like that and regret what we did. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I need him to know things will be okay. I open my mouth to speak, but it doesn’t come because, just then, Ezra’s door creaks open.

We jerk apart as if burned and simultaneously grab the bed sheet to cover everything below our necks. I barely have time to wipe his semen off my chin before a voice packed with amusement fills the room. “What’s all the commotion in here, Ezra?”

My stomach drops, and I want nothing more than to melt into Ezra’s mattress, buried under his bed for eternity. From the looks of it, he feels the same. How the hell am I going to face his family after this? He huffs and squeezes his eyes shut, tight enough for him to think it’ll actually make himself disappear or make this moment go away.

His aunt’s voice comes from just outside the room, smug and laced with an inevitable serpentine smile. “I was just looking for the bathroom.”

Ezra finally speaks. “Tía, you were my parents’ realtor when they bought this house. You know where the damn bathroom is.”

“Oh, mijo. I’ve sold many houses,” she says, a hint of laughter creeping in without restraint. “My old brain forgets sometimes. Sort of like how you forgot to introduce this strapping young gringo to your Tía Lucia.”

“This isn’t the time,” he growls, running a hand through his hair. We wait in tense silence, expecting the woman to leave. She doesn’t, because of course she doesn’t, and Ezra groans. “Tía Lucia, this is Truett Thorne. Truett, this is my mom’s eldest sister, and currently my least favorite tía.”

Lucia just laughs away his last comment. “I already said I have an old brain, Mijo. You don’t need to emphasize me being the eldest.”

With her still lingering just beyond the doorway, I speak up. “Hi, Tía Lucia. Nice to meet you.” I just wish it were somewhere—anywhere—else.

“Nice to meet you too, Truett. Why don’t you boys get dressed and come downstairs? Ezra, we have something we want to give you. It won’t be as fun as what I’m sure your boyfriend gave you, but I think you’ll like it.” Without any further explanation, she giggles and turns away, mumbling about being young and in love once.

“Can you…” Ezra calls out but stops once he realizes his aunt is no longer within hearing distance. He finishes with a quiet, frustrated mumble, “…close the door?”