Page 43 of Bully for Sale
Ezer sucked the bulge in front of him, tasting a tangy substance soaking through the alpha’s jeans. He quivered, moaning as he realized it was pre-cum. All for him. Delicious. He darted a glance up, but lust, the pale sun, and another crash of heat blurred his vision. The boy holding onto his hair with a strong grip was golden-blond, muscled, and tall, but that was all he could make out as he convulsed with ungratified need.
“Itisin the contract,” George agreed. “This is more than I want to see already. Let’s go.”
Ezer closed his eyes and dedicated himself to sucking more of that taste into his mouth through the heavy weight of the jeans. He heard footsteps and the slam of car doors, followed by the rumble of engines, then heavy panting from above him and the distant crash of waves. He whimpered, worked open his own pants, and shoved them down.
Eyes squeezed tight, Ezer turned and presented himself, ass up, face in the dirt. He reached back to spread his cheeks wide to show off his wet hole.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “Please. Fuck me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ned’s balls throbbedand his head swam with a lust he’d never known possible. He could only imagine what hunger Ezer must be in the grip of if heat was exponentially more intense than his own need. He couldn’t knot Ezer here on the grass no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t know how long his knot would last. He’d never done it before, and from what he understood, sometimes it lasted just a few minutes, and other times it lasted almost an hour.
Ned tamped back rage at George Fersee for bringing Ezer to him in this condition. He’d never wanted it to be like this. In his imagination, Ezer came to him willingly, and they’d have several days of increasing intimacy and forgiveness, earning trust and giving affection, as they introduced the first hormones to trigger the heat, followed by a beautiful joining of their bodies and souls as they tried to make a child together.
Instead, Ezer was so far gone in heat already, Ned wasn’t even sure his omega even understood who he was with, or what it meant to be fucked by him. If Ned didn’t have a signed contract back in the oceanside heat house, he might not even be sure of true consent. Heat made sluts of every omega—their need became so great that any alpha would do. As was evidenced when Ezer had tried to get to Ned’s own father’s cock. He shuddered at that memory.
“Please,” Ezer begged again, his wet asshole clenching and releasing. “Fuck me.” He shivered and shook, his small body twisting with unsatisfied, heat-driven lust. Slick slipped down his wiry thighs invitingly.
Ned groaned. His cock flexed and leaked pre-cum. Chewing on his bottom lip, he forced himself forward. He removed Ezer’s pants, leaving them in the dirt and sand, and lifted Ezer into his arms. Ned needed to fatten him up; he was too skinny to support a healthy pregnancy.
Ezer fell to sucking a hickey onto Ned’s neck.
Distracted, Ned carried him toward the heat house, walking stiffly, impeded by his engorged cock. The roaring in Ned’s ears outmatched the ocean waves, and he nearly sobbed in relief when the pale sun reflecting off the dunes gave way to the dark, cool interior of the house. He could have Ezer here. It would be safe.
“Please, please,” Ezer chanted against the wet, aching spot he’d left on Ned’s throat. “Help me, please. I’m dying. Ineedit. Please.”
If Ezer needed him, then he’d have him.
Nothing about this was Ned’s ideal, but with Ezer’s slick scent filling his nostrils, and Ezer’s his lust causing him to wriggle half naked in Ned’s arms, begging to be filled, his duty as an alpha clear. He deposited Ezer onto the massive bed dominating the one-room house. What had seemed almost silly or threatening before—a private, isolated house dedicated to fucking—now made complete sense to him.
Nothing should get between him and Ezer. Nothing and no one.
Stripping Ezer was easy enough. He lifted the soft shirt up and over Ezer’s head. When it came to getting his own clothes off, though, Ezer was as much a hindrance as a help, tugging Ned’s jeans down and engulfing his cock in hot, wetness, sucking so greedily that Ned’s head fell back, and his knees went weak. Gripping Ezer’s hair in two fists, Ned fucked into his mouth and felt him gag. When he pulled out, he had to hold Ezer back from gulping him down again, so he could get his jeans, T-shirt, and socks off.
With both of them naked, Ned lost control of the situation. Ezer’s pretty cock dripped everywhere, and his pale skin was stained red from his slight chest up to his neck, and into his cheeks. Ezer’s eyes were closed, and he swayed on his knees, delirious and lost in need. When he rose, it was only to fall onto the bed, presenting his pink, hairless asshole again, and begging for Ned’s cock.
Ned didn’t make him wait again. He climbed behind Ezer, skimmed his hands down his slim, heaving back, noting his tiny hips and ass fit into the curves of Ned’s palms perfectly, and without further hesitation, he sheathed himself in Ezer’s wet asshole. A growl escaped Ned’s throat as the fiery tightness of Ezer’s body gripped and convulsed around him. It’d been so long since he’d been inside an omega, and never one in heat. Ned threw his head back, reveling in it. It was bliss. It was pure wonder.
And for it to beEzer…
Ned quivered all over, holding himself steady inside Ezer. He felt as frail as a bird beneath him, but inside he so hot, so incredibly, beautifully hot. Ned cocked his hips, thrusting in and out once, hard and firm, testing the sensation.
“Oh God! Yes! Thank you!” Ezer cried, as cum spurted from his cock to the mattress, and his hole convulsed on Ned’s aching dick. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.”
Ned realized he hadn’t said a word to Ezer yet. He regretted that almost as much as he regretted that Ezer’s wild need had precluded him getting the satisfaction of a first, innocent kiss.
Ned gripped Ezer’s hips and held him in place. Fuck, it was just so good. His balls drew up tight, and his own orgasm threatened to burst forth too early. He needed to stay strong, though. He had to fuck Ezer through the worst of this first wave before knotting him. Ned bent low, kissed Ezer’s shuddering back. “Calm down now, Ezer. I’ve got you.”
Ezer moaned, twisted on Ned’s dick, and came again.
Ned stared in wonder as Ezer clawed at the mattress, riding his cock furiously, as convulsion after convulsion wracked his body. It was clear pain and pleasure ran close together for Ezer. Tears and shouts of joy layered with sobs, and every sensation seemed so easily triggered.
Ned had learned about heat in classes, but nothing had prepared him for the real thing.
Ned’s cock felt brand new, as if it had been awakened by pushing into Ezer’s body, making all Ned’s past experiences pale in comparison. He was obsessed with the way Ezer dripped with sweat and slick, and how cum exploded from his cock with Ned’s rougher thrusts, and the way cries of ecstasy burst helplessly from his pink mouth as he rode Ned’s dick like he needed it to survive. Ned had never imagined the mindless rapture of it all. Ned simply hadn’t known. Now he did.
And he could never give this up.
