Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

"You need to come?" he murmurs. I nod, gritting my teeth as he pumps me faster. "You gonna blow in my hand?" "Maybe," I manage. He kisses my cheek. "That's what I want. I wanna see you lose it." I'm groaning as he grips me harder, pumping so fast that I know I'm gonna blow—

And then his hand around me changes…re-grips. He's holding me under my cockhead, stroking the rim of it. He shifts his hips, and I feel his dick pressed against mine. "Ooh God."

"Like that?" his voice rasps. "Yeah," I breathe. His hands work together, stroking both of us, pressing our thick cockheads together. "They look good." His fist squeezes me so hard it almost hurts, but then he finds this rhythm where he's pumping us at the same time.

At one point, his balls slap mine, and my toes curl from how good it feels.

"Mills," he says with a soft smile. One hand comes under my balls to cup them as his other hand starts pumping me just right. I’m thrusting at him, moaning, and his hand is fucking magic—

I come so fast and hard, I lose myself for a few seconds—so I’m not aware that I’m coming all over the place. Not until I open my eyes and look down, and I find the white stuff all over both of us.

"Hey wait—you came, too. But your hands we...

"Must have wanted this big dick."

"All damn morning." He gives me a crooked smile. "Wanted something else, too." "What could that be?"

"What a t...

"I'm just fucking with you, though. Don't want you feeling pu...

"What kind of something else?" I'm grinning as I ask, because of course, I know. I turn partway around, trying to keep my lower body still so cum doesn't drip off my hi...

"Gay, remember?" I smile softly as I wipe my abs and dick with my pillowcase. "I like dicks. Figure I might like one in my ass, too." "Don't say that, or you might get one."

"What about you, angel?" I whisper. "What about me?" I press my palm lightly against his forehead. "Would I take a dick?"

"Guess that would depend on the dick." "It would have to be a really nice dick." I reach down and cup mine, and he chuckles. "Would you bottom for me?"

"You can say no." "But I wouldn't,"

"I can't say no to you, can I?" I shut my eyes, which are suddenly feeling sore and kind of prickly.

"Yeah you...

"You can say anything." He pauses for a half a heartbeat. "I'd want anythin...

"You shouldn't fuck with me, though."

"But if I do, you want it,” I say sharply. “You want me. Say it again." My throat aches and my heart races, and he looks up at me. "I want you,” Ezra whispers. “I wanted you since—" His lips press together. "Since when?" "I don't want to tell you."

was right when I said in the car…this is a fuckup. My fuckup." I sit up, too, and put both hands on his shoulders. "Ezra. Look at me.”

“Don’t do that. Just don’t. Quit going hot and cold. It’s making me feel crazy.” “I’m never really hot, though, am I?” His voice is bitter. “Remember how I left you at the hospital?” “Why, though? Why did you?”

“It’s because you’re scared of hospitals. You said so last night.”

know something happened to you,”

“I’m not the right person for you.” “You don’t believe me? It’s like…I say this, and I mean it so much, but it doesn’t sink into your head. I can feel it.”

“Look at me, Ez. Look at my face.” He shuts his eyes. “Tell me this much: Who fucked up before me? Who fucked around with you and made you feel like loving you was hard work?”

“Yeah, I said it.” I laugh. “Fuck.” I blow a breath out. I just sort of said I love him.

“Who? Tell me.” I run a hand into his hair, and once again, he won’t meet my eyes. “You wanna push me away, disengage and just end this shit every time it crosses your mind that it’s too much for me. That it’s a hardship for me—how you feel. You realize you’re the one that’s hurt, but you think it’s too much for me? I’m not a fucking weak guy. I know I might look like I am.”

“You look perfect, Miller.” “You look perfect.” I stroke my fingers over his neck, and Ez shuts his eyes. “I fucking hate it, thinking no one made you feel the way you should feel. Dude, you’re a prince. I love where this is going between us.”

“I don’t get why,...

“Because I’m into you. That’s why. There’s no other why....

“I want you near me. I want...

feeling good. Because I do. When I see this look in your eyes” —I stroke his eyelid softly with my fingertip— “it hurts me....

“I know, that’s what I’m saying. Cut the cord, man.” “I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to cut the fucking cord. I’m not scared. I’m not bothered. I promise,”

“Let me be your—I don’t know. Your ...

“Listen, bruh. I’m strong enough for all your stuff.”

“If you don’t want to talk more, don’t. Just tell me if you’re okay right now. Whatever pill you took before football yesterday, that made you overheat? Is that stuff out of your system?”

“It’s okay now,” he says, quiet. “Is it? You feel okay?” My hand sifts through his hair. He nods. “Do you need to take something today?”

“It wasn’t chicken pox,”

He holds his hand up. It takes my brain a half second to see the scars, remember what he told me. I nod slowly. “Okay.”

“Listen to me.” I kiss his throat—a little hard kiss that leaves a hickey.

“I’m not upset about that. Anymore,” I tack on. “It’s in the past. That’s not my concern.”

“You got put under…tons ...

“I’m messed up. I told you.” “Were you alone at that place?”

“They don’t let you bring a buddy.”

“Does Carl know about it?” “No,” he says, moving his arm so he can look at me. “And don’t tell him. He doesn’t know, and it would kill him if he did.”

“How did your mom get away with that?” I rasp.

“Full custody,” he says simply. “You see? You can see why I’m not a match for someone like you?” He holds up his left arm. “All of these are…needles,” he rasps. “Some of them, I did to myself. Just to feel it. That’s how fucked up I was. Still am.”