Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

“It got its turn.”

Then I run my hands over his long legs—such thick muscle, such soft skin…his little fine hairs, gold from being in the sun…and when I trace a finger up beside his heavy ball sac, Miller f...

“Oh, baby. I’m about to suck you dry. You’re gonna come so hard you can’t see straight. I can give you a finger, too.” His cum-buzzed face stills, as if he’s thinking on that, and I start to lick my middle finger. “Only if you want it.”

This perfect boy is all mine. His cheeks flush, and I realize he looks almost guilty. “Do you want it?” I murmur, and he nods. “Before us, did you ever practice with something?”

“My finger. A time or two.”

“Oh Jesus, Mills. You wanna do it yourself?”

“You,” he whispers. He’s shut his eyes and now he’s stroking his cock slowly. “Fuck, Ez—it’s like I’m buzzing…” “Yeah, you’ve got a cum buzz. Lemme in here…”

cup his balls, tickle my fingertips over his big sac. That makes him shudder again. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “Sensitive, are we?” “They got sore.” “You get hard blowing me?”

“So hard.” He flexes his legs, which makes that round ass flex. I lean down and gobble back his fat erection. I suck him in deep, until my throat hurts ...

“I’m sorry,” h...

let my finger tease his crack as I swallow him past the point that I think I can take him, deep enough so that I’m almost choking and saliva’s flowing. Then I close my eyes and really focus, blowing him the way I think would feel good to me. I’m proud of how fast I’m able to get him close—too close. He’s writhing around and gripping the back of my head, saying, “oh fuck” over and over like a drunken sing-song.

“Not yet,” I rasp. I wet my finger again, and when it’s dripping and he’s started rubbing his own dick, peeking his eyes open to find out why I stopped the party, I pull his cheeks apart. I trace around his hole, just teasing, making an effort to jostle his balls around.

Then I bring my finger up to my mouth and spit one more time, to be sure it’s nice and slick. “I didn’t—” I glance at him.

“I didn’t do…whatever p...

“To clean...

“Just one finger, Millsy. I’ll get to your sweet spot, but I can’t get too deep....

I’m gonna fucking come from this, I swear...

“Okay, good boy. Relax for me.”

I prod at him, pushing gently, and I can feel him loosen up to take me. I push straight in, firm but careful. I don’t know what happens, but I guess I get his prostate the second my finger’s all the way in. Miller groans and twitches. I see cum spill from his cockhead. Then his body shudders, he barks out a moan, and he comes so damn hard—a cum eruption all over himself and my wrist.

When his eyes flip open, he looks startled, wowed, amused, then wowed again. I laugh and he laughs, and then I lea...

He jerks, and I realize maybe it’s too sensitive for me to do that. I lick a little off his hip, and then I stand up, drop my shorts and boxers, take the boxers off, then pull my shorts back up and crouch back down so...

“Dude. What did you do?”

“I think I got your prostate. On the first try.” “You just…touched it with your finger like that?”

“I guess. What did it feel like?”

“It was like…a bullet out of…heaven. Like this hot, flushed, supercharged good feeling, going all down through me. Even up. Like magic. Not like jerking off. It was good the other times you messed with me, but this.”

“Have you done it to yourself? This isn’t like the time I used my finger,” he confesses softly. “Your eyes are so wide.”

“You’re such a prize. You know that?”

“That’s why Arnie wants you. Everyone who knows you is gonna want you. You’re the perfect package, Miller.”

worry I messed you up,” I manage hoarsely. He pushes up on his elbow...

“Anyone who acts like that because they’re scared is selfish and a coward. And not good enough for you, dude.”

“Ez,” he whispers, hugging me tight. “Even after everything, you still think I need to be warned off? Like a damsel at the ball or something?” I laugh. “No.” More tears leak out and drip. “Not like a damsel. Like a prince.” Miller scoots in closer, hugging me so damn tight. “You saying I’m a prince? I can’t be the prince, Ezra. Because you are. I’m a freckled farm boy, best case.” He lifts his head. He’s close enough to kiss. His blue eyes seem to burn right through me.

“You’re not the bad guy, angel. I can feel it. Whatever happened…to—” He swallows, his eyes widening and his face looking nervous as he struggles to avoid poking my sore spots. “That shit’s not real now. Not while we’re together. You feel me?” His hand rubs over my tight chest. “Right now, all that’s real is you and me. And we’re here together.”

“You want to go home? Take a hot shower and watch a movie or something?” I shake my head, closing my eyes. “I want the grass.” “You want a blow job in the grass?”

“I want to hold you in the grass,” I whisper. “Just for a little while.”

“A long time ago, this was a spot for Creek Natives. You know what they called it?” he asks.

“The point of beginning. Before some of the cliffs fell down into the water, it was an easy access point onto the Chattahoochee River.” I feel him go still. Just as I notice his body feels tense, he blows a long breath out. “Ez.” My name’s a whispered groan. “Is this where you parked?”

“Fuck, I didn’t even think about it.” His hand caresses my back as he blows another breath out. “I didn’t mean to bring back…” “Nah, Mills, don’t be sorry.”

“I can’t stand to think about it,” I whisper. His hand plays in my hair. “It had to be so fucking scary. I’m so sorry, angel.”

“Not because of that.” I hug him harder, drawing my knees up toward my chest. “What I hate is that I left you there…in your boat.” Miller’s hand

“I left you twice,” I choke out. “Two times when...

“You’re with me every night now,” he whispers after a moment. “Every night, I’m just as happy as the last one. Did you know that? It’s not wearing off.”

“Everything about this shit with us makes me so happy. It’s like drugs or something. I’m addicted to you.” He laughs again, stroking my back. “I only need one thing.” “What?” I force myself to whisper.

“Don’t leave me again.” I nod, and for a second I can’t find my voice. When I do, I sit up, so I can look at him when I promise, “I won’t.”

“How’d you run it so much?” I try to sound like it’s shop talk. He gives me this little sideways smile. “I’m a runner,” he says. Motherfucker lets his eyes do this little smolder thing, like he’s sex-camming and he’s being coy with me. It gets my dick up, and my fucking heartrate.

you were incredible,” I whisper. “Like, I’m shocked. I’m in awe. Every week, just like. Damn.” Ezra looks down, and I knock his shoulder with mine. “We gotta walk fast to the car now,” he says. “Or I’m gonna grab you here in front of everybody.”

his hand grabs mine, squeezing for a second. He lets it go with a soft laugh. “Can’t stay away,” he rasps. “Two more minutes,” I whisper.

We’re supposed to jog, but I pull ahead, and then he jets off in front of me a little. “Fucking liar,” I gasp.

Then we’re in the car and he’s just looking at me. “Hey,” I whisper, smiling.

“My Miller,” he whispers.

“Ezzie.”