“It’s not necessary,” Segreti said, his eye lowered.
“There is no need for fear,” Ezra murmured softly as he caressed Segreti’s cheek. “No part of you inspires anything less than a sense of wonder and desire to worship.”
Segreti lifted his gaze, searching Ezra’s. “I often find myself wondering what to do with your kind words.”
“Hold them close and believe in their truth.”
With a nod, Segreti released Ezra’s hands. He sat exceptionally rigid as Ezra divested him of his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
“You are magnificent.” Ezra traced a finger down from Segreti’s thick neck to his muscular chest, a thrill going through him when his nail scraped against Segreti’s nipple, making his large body shudder. Wishing nothing more than to bring Segreti pleasure, Ezra trailed kisses down Segreti’s chest, stopping to tongue one of the sensitive buds. He shivered at Segreti’s deep moan and loved the feel of his large hand placed ever so gently on the back of Ezra’s head.
Needing to hear more sounds of pleasure from Segreti, Ezra licked and sucked at the pebbled bud before lavishing attention on the other one. He teased and taunted Segreti’s nipples with his tongue, his finger slipping into the silky curls on his muscled chest before he continued to trail kisses over the hard ridges of muscle. He knelt and took hold of Segreti’s trousers.
“Lift up,” Ezra commanded gently.
Segreti lifted himself, allowing Ezra to remove his trousers and set his beautiful length free. Ezra had been too lost in his lust during their encounter in the cottage to admire Segreti’s large shaft. His mouth watered, and he ran a thumb over the leaking rosy tip. He might not have much experience, but he knew what he liked—and was also a quick learner. Every hitch of breath, every gasp to leave Segreti’s lips, Ezra stored away, learning what made Segreti writhe with need.
Taking hold of the thick base, Ezra brought the tip to his mouth and licked at the pearly drop, loving the way Segreti jumped. Overtaken by desire and boldness, Ezra swallowed Segreti.
“Goddess above!”
Ezra moaned in delight. He moved slowly at first, up toward the tip before taking more and more of Segreti’s delicious length. With every groan Segreti released, Ezra grew even more painfully hard. He bobbed his head, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping at Segreti’s sensitive flesh until Segreti placed a hand to his cheek.
“Easy, my sweet. I fear any more and I’ll spill myself too soon.”
“I want to feel and taste every inch of you,” Ezra admitted. He lifted his gaze to Segreti’s, and Segreti stared back, his pupil blown. “Will you let me?”
“I will gladly surrender to your every whim.”
Ezra smiled and kissed Segreti, his heart feeling as though it was too big for his chest. He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind Segreti. Tears threatened to spill, but he refused to allow that bastard into this room with them. Instead, he resolved to create new memories for Segreti. He brushed his lips over one particularly painful-looking scar before delivering a tender kiss. With a gentle touch, he caressed Segreti’s back, running his fingers along the raised skin as he rained kisses across his broad shoulders. He took his time, kissing each and every mark. There were many. Segreti’s entire back was covered in scars, some long and angry, others smaller and faded. Not one inch of his skin remained unscarred.
“You are magnificent, my champion.”
Segreti stood, and Ezra sat back on his heels, worried he might have offended Segreti in some manner. He cocked his head to one side in question.
“Forgive me, but I’m close to losing what sanity I have left.” Segreti placed his hands on the bed and leaned in, his lips so close to Ezra’s he could feel Segreti’s warm breath.
“What do you desire most?” Ezra asked, brushing his lips over Segreti’s.
“To be inside you, feel your tight heat around my length. To have you ride me.”
Ezra ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded fervently. “I would very much like that.” Segreti joined him on the bed, and Ezra pointed to the nightstand. “Oils.”
Quickly reaching into the drawer, Segreti removed the small glass bottle. He placed it on the nightstand before removing his boots and trousers, then stood gloriously naked before Ezra.
“You truly desire me?” Segreti asked, his voice hoarse and filled with need.
Ezra pushed his trousers down to his thighs, revealing his hard, leaking cock. “Simply the thought of you, of your touch, your mouth, your shaft, makes me this painfully hard. Should it take me a lifetime to show you and have you believe it is so, I’ll happily oblige.” Ezra held his hand out, and Segreti returned to his side. He helped relieve Ezra of what clothes remained then ran his hands over Ezra almost reverently.
“Forgive me. It’s not that I distrust your words, but when faced with such youth and beauty, I struggle to understand what you see in an old battle-scarred soldier.”
Ezra pulled Segreti down onto the bed and straddled his lap. He leaned in and smiled wickedly as he kissed Segreti. “Then allow me to show you.” He sat back and gave Segreti a pointed look. “Besides, you’re not that much older.”
“I certainly feel it at times.”
“Well, allow me to help you gain back some of that lost… virility.” Ezra took Segreti’s finger, slipped it into his mouth and whirled his tongue around it before guiding it to his passage, instructing Segreti to prepare his entrance. Leaning forward, he palmed one cheek, spreading himself for Segreti and receiving a deep groan for his efforts. Gently, Segreti pushed a thick finger against his entrance, and Ezra moaned. He slipped his fingers into Segreti’s long hair, holding on tight as Segreti pushed his finger down to the knuckle before slowly retreating. He repeated the move, slow at first, then a little quicker. Soon a second finger joined in, and with every small thrust, Ezra grew more desperate to feel Segreti’s hard shaft inside him.
After removing his fingers, Segreti reached for the glass bottle and handed it to Ezra. Quickly, but mindful not to spill the liquid, Ezra poured some into his hand before giving the bottle back to Segreti. He palmed Segreti’s cock and slowly stroked him, loving the deep rolling groan Segreti released, his head thrown back against the pillow as Ezra quickened his strokes.
“Ezra,” Segreti pleaded roughly.
Unable to take any more, Ezra positioned himself over Segreti’s flat stomach and lined the tip to his entrance. Slowly, he pushed back, lowered himself onto Segreti’s engorged shaft, closing his eyes as he breathed deep. A sharp burn had him biting down on his bottom lip as his entrance struggled against the intrusion before gradually yielding, enveloping Segreti. Ezra opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Segreti’s. A grin formed on Ezra’s lips as he sat fully against Segreti.
“So full,” Ezra said, awe in his tone. He hadn’t expected it. Gingerly, he tried moving, rocking back and forth. “Oh,” he groaned. “I like that.”
“As do I,” Segreti replied with a soft chuckle. He took hold of Ezra’s backside, spreading his cheeks and drawing him up and back again.
“Oh!” Ezra liked that even more. He rose leisurely before dropping onto Segreti, surprising a gasp out of himself and a curse from Segreti. That was absolutely sinful!