18
AARON
Ezra grasped at my T-shirt, clinging to me even though he rocked my world, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste. Silken tongue, whispered moans, hard muscle along my front.
Goddamn, the man could kiss—used his entire body in a way that left me aching and restless.
“Touch me—please f*****g touch me,” I whispered against his mouth, so damn desperate for release from the showdown of a lifetime, I couldn’t think straight.
I’d hoped for a strong grip on my d**k, but he rubbed his hands down over my backside, squeezing my a*s cheeks.
Fuck, yeah, I can work with that.
“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth—but he didn’t take things where I hoped. So I did it for him, grasping his hands and sliding them beneath my shorts over my a*s.
“Aaron,” Ezra murmured my name, our lips barely brush
