Page 70 of Bully for Sale
“‘Mistaken’? You wanted Finch’s body on yours? You wanted to be stuffed with Finch’s baby?”
“I didn’t want to be stuffed with yours either!” Ezer yelled, standing up, and shoving Ned back against the edge of the pool. He saw Ned’s erection just as he felt his own. What waswrongwith them? Why did fighting always make them hard? More evidence that this wasn’t love and would never be. “But I am now, so I make the best of it! And I’m sure I’d have made the best of it with Finch, too.”
“No! Because he wouldn’t have liked any of this—” he waved at Ezer. “This backtalk and arguing. He’d have dealt with it.”
“Then maybe you should deal with it,” Ezer shouted. “Go on. Deal with it. Deal with me.”
“What if I did deal with you?” Ned loomed over Ezer now, his eyes furious, snarling lightly. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeah,” Ezer said, breathless, and shaking. His cock was hard now, his nipples aching, and his heart pounding. He didn’t know what he was saying, or what it meant to be dealt with, but he suspected it was going to feel really fucking good. Or horrible. Or both. “Deal with me. I dare you.”
Ned claimed his mouth. The kiss wasn’t passionate so much as enraged, and Ezer gave as good as he got. He tasted blood and wasn’t sure if it was his own or Ned’s, and he didn’t care. He was hauled to the edge of the pool, the concrete scraping his back and ass, as Ned sucked biting kisses down the front of him, skipping over his nipples and heading straight for his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Ezer gasped, as hot, wet suction took him in deep, and he threw his head back, bucking up fitfully. “That’s…it. Deal with me.”
Ned was good at giving head, Ezer realized, and he also realized he wanted more of it, whenever he wanted it. “You’ll suck me any time I want,” Ezer said, sharply. “You’ll suck me until I come.”
Ned groaned around Ezer’s cock, and then pulled off with a wet slurp. He stood in the pool glaring at Ezer with red, puffy lips, and a brutally hard cock, but he steeled himself and backed away, hands raised.
“Get it from Finch if you think he’d be so good at it.”
Ezer let out a bark of a laugh. “‘Good at it’? He’d be a nightmare. But so are you. In a different way.”
“A better way,” Ned insisted.
Ezer’s cock thudded. He wanted to get fucked so much. He wanted to slurp on Ned’s dick until it spurted in his mouth. He wanted to calm down and ride out the little bit of peace Ned’s semen provided. “Fine. A better way.”
“So I did the right thing,” Ned insisted.
Ezer didn’t think either of them had done the right thing, or that a right thing even existed in their world, not with their complications, but he stared at Ned’s stubborn jawline and then nodded. “Fine. You did the right thing.”
Ned caved then, grabbing Ezer by the waist, hauling him into the pool with him. They kissed wildly—sucking and biting lips, necks, nipples, and frotting against each other until orgasm was so close they were both desperate for it.
“Fuck,” Ned groaned, heaving out of the water, and then reaching to pull Ezer out, too.
He directed him to a heavy wooden poolside chaise and bent Ezer over it, positioned so he was holding onto the back for steadiness. As Ezer panted and begged for Ned’s cock, Ned fingered him open.
“Please,” Ezer crooned, shocked by his own desperation. “Please fuck me.”
“Tell me I did the right thing.”
“You did the right thing,” Ezer said. He’d have told him the sky was red and the earth was pink if it got his cock into his ass immediately. “You did the right thing. You saved me.”
Ned groaned and pushed his cock against Ezer’s wet hole. It was loose from the fingering, the semen deposits, and his own pregnancy hormones. They still hadn’t had him tested, but it was clear. They could feel it between them in the changes to Ezer’s body, and the way he behaved. There was no doubt.
“Fuck,” Ned said, sinking in balls-deep in one fluid motion. “You feel so good on me.”
Ezer didn’t want compliments, though. He wanted to get screwed again, so he wriggled his ass, and then crowed in pleasure as Ned railed him. It ended too fast and when the orgasms hit, they were less intense than they’d been earlier in the day.
“We need to take a break,” Ned said, when they were done, and they lay in one chaise longue with Ezer’s back pressed to the wooden arm, and his head on Ned’s chest. “We need to stop fucking long enough to get past the refractory period for good.”
Ezer nodded drowsily. He felt satisfied again, though he didn’t know how long it would last. He loved the way Ned smelled, and he rubbed his face near Ned’s armpit trying to get as much of his odor as possible. He felt good. This was how he was meant to feel as a pregnant omega.
Maybe if they didn’t talk about anything important, they could stay in this state of calm for a longer time. It didn’t seem to do them any good to communicate; they just fought. And when they fought, they fucked. So they should cut straight to the fucking and be done with it.
Ned stroked Ezer’s back, and the sun beat down on them, making them warm and sweaty together.
I won’t fight him anymore, was Ezer’s last thought as he drifted off to sleep.I’ll let him think he’s won me over.
