The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (15 page)

“You just asked that, and I promised not to do that with Marcus again,” I grumble, wondering if Ez is fracturing by my admission.

“No, not Marc
,” Ezra roughly growls. “Do you plan on having sex like that again… with anyone?” Ezra eagerly prompts, testing to see if I remember his promise from three years ago: if I allowed Marcus inside my body, Ezra gets me whenever he want- no consent needed.

I huff a lau
gh as I turn to stare Ezra down. Our eyes connect with a strong jolt of pure lust. I give him a flirty smile, and in a seductive tone I purr, “Yeah… yeah, I do. I was kinda hoping it would be with you.”

Ezra doesn’t
verbally respond, he attacks me on Whittenhower Estates’ back lawn. Fingers twist in my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. Ezra’s mouth widens a second before he strikes. I shout Ezra’s name as he marks my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh, leaving an everlasting mark. It’s harder than any other time he’s bitten me. I whimper and writhe, rubbing our bodies together as Ezra sucks the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“You have no idea how horny I am
,” Ezra pants out. A feverish light glows from his eyes. “I’ve been counseling Dalton and Whitt during the day, and teaching them how to be in a productive gay relationship at night. I get nothing out of it. I touch them, and show them how it’s done. But I don’t get fucked or sucked. Katya is distant, more so than you have ever been. I’ve been lonely, constantly on the edge. Sex- the sex I crave is so close that I can taste it, but I’m not allowed to feast until I have your permission.”

“Once,” I mumble as I try to pull Ezra’s mouth up to mine. “Once.”
I roll Ezra on top of me and grip his ass in my fists, grinding our swollen groins together.

“Once, what?” Ezra purrs in my ear, sending shockwaves to ripple throughout my body.

“Ugh,” I grunt out when Ezra’s hand sneaks into my pajama pants and grabs my cock. Two strong tugs and I’m about to combust. “You can fuck them once. Not separately. Whitt and Dalton, fuck them, but it has to be at the same time. We’ll renegotiate afterwards.”

Ezra’s hand freezes on my cock and I whimper out in need. “Really?”

“Go ahead,” I allow. “But I want the details afterwards.”

“Done,” Ezra says a split-second before his mouth descends on mine.
Our mouths mash together, as if we can’t get close enough, deep enough. Our tongues mingle until I don’t know where mine ends and his begins. My fingers roughly grip Ezra’s shoulders as his go to work ripping my pants free from my body.

“Are you sore?” Ezra murmurs against my lips.

“Nah…” I grunt out, jamming my hands down the back of Ezra’s trousers. I sigh in relief when my fingers meet bare flesh. I squeeze Ezra’s ass cheeks and he moans for me.

“Did
you clean up?” Ezra nips my bottom lip between every word. I roll my hips forward, rubbing my cock against his groin, telling him with my actions, not my words, what I want.

“Of course,” I laugh
. “I showered, you idiot.”

“No,” Ezra groans, getting sidetracked when my fingertips tease the crease of his ass
with one dipping in to tease the tight bud. “Um… I’m sure you didn’t use protection, but… um… did you, ya know?”

“Oh my God,” I burst out. I start to hysterically chuckle. “Are you asking if Marc is still with us? Priceless.”

“Well, I love the man, but with what I want to do… I’m not into my dad’s sloppy seconds,” Ezra mutters, trying not to grin and failing.

“I felt
so guilty that I pretty much gave myself a colonic, good enough?” I sarcastically challenge. I blush so fiercely that I’m sure my skin burns.

“Most excellent,” Ezra growls, fingers impatiently tugging his fly open until he can get his cock out. I jackknife up off of the grass when our cock
s align. I twist my hips, groaning at the wondrous sensation. Ezra’s hand slips between us and starts to angle his cock downward. I don’t freak out until he bypasses my sack and starts to rut around, looking for a way in.

“Wait a minute,”
my voice breaks from nervousness. “Right here on the lawn? Anyone could be looking out the windows,” I squeak out.

“Let them look. Let them see that you belong to me. They can’t see you anyway. I’m covering you and my clothes are still on. They’ll know I’m fucking you, but who gives a shit. You’re my husband,” Ezra purrs in desperation. “Please, we only did this once, and it was short-lived, and not entirely voluntary on your part,” he wryly says, lips twisting into an evil smirk.

“What if it’s the kids that see?” I blurt out, trying to find a way to not do this even though I really want to. Fear is such a bitch.

“They can take notes for the future. Wouldn’t want them to have shitty sex lives, now would we?”
Ezra teasingly purrs.

“What if it’s
our
kids?” I stress.

“They’ll know their dads are rockstars, and
I’ll kick their asses if they’re awake at four a.m. I know their sleeping schedule better than they do- I’m their night stalker, after all, remember? Now… relax,” Ezra coaxes, voice dripping with manipulation. “It’s just you and me and the great outdoors. Our first time was outside, it’s only fitting.”

“Okay,” I agree, nodding my head yes. It’s just Ezra and me: best friends, partners, lovers, husbands and fathers… sharing a body is nothing in comparison to sharing a soul.

Ezra doesn’t trust my word, he trusts my reaction. I fall lax to the ground, muscles limp and languid. My fingers seek his ass again, pressing him forward. I arch my neck, lifting higher so that my lips can reach his parted mouth. I lick Ezra’s lips… one… twice… three times before he playfully nips the tip of my tongue.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see your expression when I enter you, when I connect us. I don’t
even want you to blink- not once the entire time I make love to you,” Ezra chants. “No kissing until we’re finished, I don’t want to close my eyes, either. Seeing is reality, and I want to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“You dream about me?” I gasp out in surprise.

“When I finally sleep, it’s always to visions of you.” Ezra looks at me, lips twisting into a smile. “How come you look surprised? My dreams were the only place I could touch you the way I needed to, say the words I’ve longed to speak, and hear the words that would change our lives.”

“I…” I audibly swallow. “I… I do the same thing. When I tried to take a nap earlier… I woke up screaming your name and shooting all over my chest.”

“That,” Ezra seriously says, his hand moving to cup my jaw, fingers splayed into my hair. “That makes up for everything. Just hearing that.”

A palm is run along the flat of Ezra’s pink tongue from wrist to fingertips. I stare in awe at the glistening hand as it descends between us to stroke his rock-hard cock
to moisten its entry. Intensely holding my gaze, Ezra mutters, “Don’t blink.” The warning comes a heartbeat before he’s pushing into me.

“Ah…” I sigh, spreading my legs as far as possible to accommodate Ezra’s body. I dig my heels into the earth, toes clenching in bliss. Still sensitive from earlier, I feel everything: the hot press as Ezra’
s cock slipping past the muscle that eagerly allows him entrance, the heat of his flesh and its throb of pleasure, the fullness of being owned. I stare deep into eyes that mirror my own, and I never blink.

Ezra smiles down at me, showing me the man I used to know before time
and circumstance changed our lives. This is how it used to be when we would make love outside of our tent in ShadowHaven’s woods. Not exactly like this. No, it was never this good, this close. Before, it was me inside Ezra, but always from behind. Never having a father, I made up my own rules of what makes a man a real man. I told myself that a man never makes love to another man. But if they fucked one, it better be from behind.

Being a real man is about responsibility, something I’ve always sucked at. Lying in the grass of Whittenhower Estates’ back lawn, I change, I evolve, I transform into a man, and it’s all the while I make love to another
man. How ironic.

The walls drop
and crumble, the resistance dissolves. I let Ezra back into my heart. I’m sure he will burn it, but never kill it. If I can survive the betrayals, then I can experience this connection. A few stolen moments where I feel whole for the very first time is worth all the pain from our rocky journey.

“Ez
ra,” I moan, starving for his kiss, but refusing it, knowing my eyes will slip shut before his mouth ever touches mine. I rub the insides of my thighs along his hips, my hand smoothes down the curve of his back, and I hunger to feel his skin sliding along mine- hating the clinging fabric that is in the way.

I realize with a startled jolt that this is the first time I’ve truly made love to Ezra- to anyone. I’m not pretending, going
through the motions. I am completely with him, connected to him mind, body, and spirit.

I’m
finally committed.

“Cort,” Ez grunts out, shoving as deeply as he can go. My eyes bug out but don’t snap shut. Ezra’s amusement leaks out in the form of an intoxicating laugh, drugging and delicious. “Do you know what this feels like to me?”

“What?” I breathe out.

“We may not be at our ShadowHaven, but when I’m with you… like this… I’m no longer lost… I’m home.” Eyes held wide, I gaze up at Ezra in wonder. “Fuck it,” he growls. “I must kiss you… everywhere. Just look at me while we cum,” he orders.

Permission granted, my eyes slam shut, offering me the total darkness I crave. My sense of touch enlivens without outside forces inundating my mind. Roughly panting, I can’t hold Ezra’s kiss. He abandons my lips to suck and bite at my neck and shoulder. My fingers twist in the back of his dress shirt, the silk sliding between my fingertips. I clench whatever I can access, settling on gripping his ass, pushing him to take me harder, faster.

“We aren’t doing your
usual shit. If tomorrow you try to say this didn’t happened, I’ll tie you down and fuck you… repeatedly… and then I will sink down on your cock and ride you for all I’m worth. Don’t think I won’t be able to arouse you. That shit didn’t work in the past, and I refuse to allow you to do it to me again.”

“Oh, God,” I groan, writhing beneath him. “No
t happening. I expect you to be home for lunch. I’m bending you over my desk,” I breathlessly pant.

“If you go back on your word, I’ll force you to do just that… and you know how much I love force,” Ezra ominously breathes into my ear.

I bust out laughing from the sheer joy of knowing Ezra’s not going to have to force me to do a damned thing ever again. “Fear… and now the fear is gone. It’s why I went to Marc. I trust him to always put us first… and I loved it. So now I’m going to exhaust you, and it won’t be from lack of sleep- sexual exertion.”

“Insatiable,” Ezra purrs into my ear, playfully nipping the lobe.

A sharp shift of Ez’s hips has me crying out. “Do it again,” I breathlessly order. “You’re hot. Hotter than him. It’s like you’re scalding me from the inside out… it feels incredible,” I sluggishly slur as if I’m drunk. I grip Ezra’s ass with both of my hands, knees lifting, I press him as close to me as possible, and it still isn’t enough.

A poor attempt at a kiss, I run my lips over Ezra’s cheeks and lips and jaw as I breathlessly pant against his flesh. Every thrust draws a moan from my throat. Ezra curves his body over mine, pr
essing his abs into my erection. Every movement slides those hardened flexing muscles over my length, so much better than the sensation of a hand wrapped around and tugging.

“Yes,” I hiss, jacking my head back onto the ground. I arch my back and take everything Ezra can give me. “You better get those eyes open and pointed up here,” I warn Ez
ra because he’s lost, suckling at my neck and shoulder- panting his own song of pleasure against my skin.

Gray eyes pierce mine and hold. Ezra’s mouth parts on a moan as his b
ody swells within mine, signaling just how close he is. I press him close and let go… and so does he. Melding together, shaking from the intensity, we support each other through the life-changing moment.

“I love you,” I whisper against Ezra’s jaw as I pepper tiny kisses against the whisker-stubbled skin.

“You better not do the washy-washy action when I let you up. I want me inside you, your body absorbing me into yours. Don’t flush it away,” Ezra murmurs, but it’s not a demand. He’s worried that I will return to my usual routine. Two minutes after we are done, I always freak, scream at him, and run. Writing The Hunter has made me grow up and take responsibility for my actions and my faults in this relationship.

“Eau De Parfum, an Ezra Zeitler fragrance,” I ch
uckle. “It’s a very intoxicating scent- musky, manly.”

“Dumbass,” Ezra laughs. He curls around me, releasing a deep, tortured sigh. “I… we can’t tell anyone about this. It will mess up my game. Whitt and Dalton have made me realize what I’m missing out on. How blessed I am, and I’m just throwing it all away.”

“And pretending does what?” I slowly say, my disappointment and irritation obvious.

Ezra sta
res down at me, smiling, enjoying that he’s offended me. “It’s about the game. Faith, Madame Game Master is going after me with six barrels drawn- and those barrels are named: Meyers, Whittenhower, Fontaine, Spencer, Simpson, and Green. Didn’t you notice you and I haven’t been to a meeting in weeks?”