Page 85 of Right Up His Alley

He unhooks my belt with a sharp little snap, and my pants loosen around my waist. Ezra bunches the waistband of both my pants and boxers and tugs them down as he folds to his knees. As I’m watching him, he looks up at me, giving me the sexiest smirk. “This is the interview,” he says, voice low and flirtatious. “You’re hired.”

I let out a soft chuckle as I wrap my hands around the back of his head, pulling him closer. His hair tangles between my fingers as he kisses my inner thigh and grips my cock.

“And consider this,” he squeezes the bottom of my shaft, his mouth salivating with anticipation, “a sign-on bonus.”

I can’t speak. I can barely breathe. All I can do is watch his mouth open, taking me in as deep as his throat will allow. His tongue rides my cock like he has something to prove, but I know better. He already knows exactly what he’s doing. “Fuck, Ez. That’s it.”

A quiet gag slips out as he pulls back. A glossy sheen coats my shaft, making it slick for his hand to wrap around and stroke me. He looks up, his eyes heavy with a raw, hungry thirst. “How much teeth do you like?”

No one has ever asked me that. The time I take to think about it actually turns me on a little more. “Not too much, baby. Maybe just a gentle nibble,” I say, trusting him to hurt me in the perfect way.

And he does.

Fuck. His teeth brush my shaft in the most sensitive way. I want to scream from how good it feels, but I hold back. There are still a hundred people beyond the lanes who’d hear if I let loose the way I really want to. If this is his way of apologizing to me, I accept.

Ezra wraps both arms around me, gripping my ass in his hands. He squeezes and guides my hips, rocking me forward and back, urging me to fuck his open mouth. His fingers drift closer to my hole, spreading me just a little more. One brushes over it, and the sudden touch switches me out of my dazed ecstasy.

“Um, sir, I’m not a bowling ball,” I say with a nervous laugh. “Where are those fingers going with no lube?”

He pulls off my dick. A wry smile forms at the corner of his mouth. “I thought you liked a little pain?” He slides two of his fingers into his mouth. When he takes them out, they’re dripping with spit.

I throw my head back with a chuckle and breathe in. “You’re so evil.”

He keeps sucking as his hand moves behind me again, fingers returning to tease my hole. One drenched finger eases in, followed by a second with slow, deliberate sureness.

Oh, my…fucking…god.

Within minutes of relentless stimulation, the feeling surges, and I squirm, searching for something to catch it. “Ezra, I’m about to bust.”

“It’s okay, baby. I want it. Let me have it.” His moan vibrates against me.

I let go before I even realize it, no longer caring about the mess. I give him everything. When I look down, his eyes are closed, lips still wrapped around me, letting out a deep, muffled sound that nearly undoes me all over again. His mouth stays warm around my cock, keeping me in as he swallows every drop. His hands are still gripping my ass.

Then I see it. His joggers, moist. Darkening at the crotch.

“Did you just…” I start.

He pulls back, licking his lips. “Come without touching myself?” He grins. “Yeah. That’s a first.”

He reaches for my waistbands and pulls them up as I take over for him, buttoning, then buckling my belt to the way it was before. I give him one final kiss. “I can still taste it. You are dirty.”

“Dirty and in need of new pants.” He shuffles over to a wire rack and reaches for the highest shelf, grabbing an extra Spare Time uniform. “Thank god I keep these back here in case of a mess.” He slips his bottoms off and steps into the pair of khakis.

“A mess? Was this all part of a plan you concocted? To bring me back here for the sole purpose of getting messy?”

“Maybe.” He winks. “But if anyone asks, I had to change after oil splattered from the pinsetters on my jeans.”

We make our way out from behind the lanes and head toward the shoe counter. Our moms are there, chatting like old friends. It’s wild to see, especially knowing they would never have become friends if Ezra and I weren’t together.

“Where did you boys disappear to?” my mom asks, throwing me a wink. She knows exactly where we went and why.

“We needed to talk some things out,” Ezra says smoothly. “And make up.”

“You mean make out?” Mom laughs. Mrs. Jiménez covers her own giggle with her hand.

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, ladies.” I wink.

Ezra grins, then glances at me. “Though I am curious. How in the world did the USBC see the financial records I emailed and still choose us?”