Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

“Maybe I shouldn't ask yo...

"You should." "Can I blow you, Sir Masters? I'll do a real g...

he hangs a right onto the narrow road that runs through the historic district, he shifts his hips, and I see his dick pushing at his shorts.

"Pull over,” I tell him with trepidation. I’m so fucking confused and consumed. “Up here on the right, pull over at those townhouses and park under the weeping willow behind them.”

I find his dick harder than I’ve ever felt it—a turbo cock with bulging veins and a big, fat head. I look forward to how I know the thing will hurt my throat. When I go down on him, I do it just the way that he did back at the ballpark: with no fucking mercy. I blow him like a machine, going at him hard until his body spasms and he blows with a low groan.

have the thought that I’m not sure how long I can stand it. Wanting him…and getting pushed back. Craving what we had briefly, and getting angry blow jobs instead. My chest feels tight, my throat too thick, as he parks in the driveway. I get out without a glance back. As I walk up the porch, I hear him peel off.

I like how he kisses me. Like I’m the only thing he needs in the world. I fucking love the way he whipped into the old ball fields and sucked my dick so hard and forceful. More than that, I loved how he wrapped his arm around me that night on the couch. The tight hug. I love that. I think about one of those first nights on the roof—the way I saw his fingers twitching. God, those fucking hands of his. I just like him, okay? Jesus, Miller.

“Fuck.” I crouch down in front of him on legs that feel weak. “What’s the matter?” “Too hot.” It’s a raspy, low groan. I reach up to touch his forehead, and it’s…so hot. “Fuck, my dude. What happened?” He shuts his eyes, looking like he’s in pain. “Practice.”

“Can’t…do that…Mills.” His hand grasps my thigh. “Feeling better.” “Ezra. You’re a liar.” I brush his hair back off his head. “Just relax. Take deep breaths. Let’s see if this helps you.”

feel better,” he rasps, turning his head to look at me. His face looks pale except splotches of pink up on his cheekbones.

“You wanna get out and set up shop on your bed?” He nods again. “Okay, angel.”

“You okay?” I wrap another towel around his shoulders as his heavy-lidded eyes lift open. He nods.

“Because…I’m scared of doctors.”

“So you feel like you’re doctor level sick, but you’re scared to see somebody?”

“Did a doctor do something to you?” His warm body leans on mine. “Take me back to the shower.”

“Put your head in my lap, angel.”

“Miller,” he groans. “Yeah, Ez?”

“If I pass out, don’t let them take me to…the hospital. Please.”

“Just don’t,” he says. “Don’t leave me there.” Fuck. Wha...

“I’ve got you.” I smooth his hair off his wet forehead. “Let’...

“Miller?” he rasps. “Hey there, angel.” I’m holding him pretty tight. He feels limp and heavy up against me. “How’s it going?” I kiss his forehead. “You shouldn’t kiss me,” he groans. “Why not?” “Just because.” “Because why, angel?”

“I can’t even sleep. Or eat.”

“I’m fucked, Miller. Really ...

“Sorry. I’m not cold.” Ezra’s voice sounds so weak....

“Can we go to your room?” He shuts his eyes, frowning like h...

“Hey there, angel.” “Mills.” He smirks. It’s so soft this time—maybe embarrassed. “Sure you don’t mind?” he

“If you come to my room?”

“Nah, I want you to. Come on into Millerville.” He looks like he feels like he...

“You always smell so damn good.” He snorts softly. “You feel sleepy?” “I don’t want to,” he says. “I’m gonna tire you out with random questions. You’re gonna drift off, bored as fuck and thinking about something weird like your favorite month of the year.”

“Coke or Dr. Pepper?” I try. He laughs, a soft huff. “Blue raspberry Icee.”

“Sunshine or rain?” “Sun.” He wraps an arm around me. “Tell me something else, Mills. Tell me about you.”

“I don’t know what to say about me. I’m just…here. Until next year. Then I make my escape,” I whisper, smirking. “Then?” “I’ll be at college,” I say. “Where?” “I don’t know,”

“Maybe Tuscaloosa. I could go to Auburn. UAB. There’s always out-of-state schools, too. That’s better for this,” I say softly. “For the gay?” he murmurs. “Yeah,” I answer. “You wanna stay close to home?”

“I don’t know. In-state tuition is a whole lot cheaper...

“Do you know how many times I wondered what this would feel like?” “What would?” he asks, so quiet. “Hugging you. Like…holding you. You know.”

“I’m so tired,” he murmurs. “Can you say that again?” Fuck, I’m babbling as he tries to fall asleep.

I wake up with Ezra wrapped around me like some kind of insane starfish. He’s behind me—he’s spooning me now—with one arm around my shoulders, one hand clutching the waistline of my boxer briefs, and one of his warm legs pushed between mine, like he wants to be sure we’re joined from head to toe.

before noticing there’s something pressed against the curve of my ass: his dick.

I’ve never felt it on me like this before. Never felt anyone pressed against me from behind. A swell of heat moves through my junk, and my d...

Then I feel his arm move, and his hand comes down and covers my bulge.

“Mornin’,” he drawls. His low voice, right by my ear— It makes me shudder. “Hard night?”

Then it’s his palm under my balls…lifting…rolling my sac. “Been dreami...

His fingers wrap around the base of my cock, pumping upward. My hips thrust, wanting his hand to move up ...

“A...

Then he’s rubbing his palm over my tip. His fingers reach back down to tease me, running lightly over my shaft. “What do you want, Miller?”

“Silence means that you want nothing. For the record.”

“That feel like a ‘nothing’, dickface?” We both grin when I call him that. Then his lips part and he’s panting, rubbing at me. “I want to see you come.”

“You want me to do myself?” "Hell no."

"I'm gonna make you come, Mills. Your job is to lie here and make my balls hurt."

He starts to really jerk me, and my eyes shut as I start breathing harder. Fuck, I bet nobody gives a hand job like another guy. A little whimper sound comes from me as he works my head so good that I can feel these waves of pleasure all down through my fucking knees. My cock gets...