CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 39

EZRA

The air froze between us. I could feel him stiffen beneath me, his breath jagged.

“What did you just say?” he asked, voice low, dangerous.

I swallowed hard. “You… you heard me.”

His eyes searched mine, dark and wild. “Ezra, don’t play with fire.”

“I’m already burning,” I whispered. My fingers curled in his shirt. “You lit it.”

He cursed under his breath. “Fuck.”

The next second, his mouth crashed into mine again. Rough. Desperate. Like he wanted to eat me alive.

I gasped against his lips, clutching his shoulders, while his hand slid down—lower, lower—until it wrapped around me.

I almost screamed.

“Dorian!” My hips jerked, betraying me.

“Shh,” he growled. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

“You can’t—”

“I can,” he cut me off, stroking once, firm, slow. “And I will.”

My brain short-circuited. Words dissolved into broken sounds as his hand worked me. He was too good, too confident, like he knew exactly how to ruin me.

“God—”

“Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.”

“Dorian!” I cried, back arching.

“That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.”

“Please—” My eyes rolled back. “I can’t—”

“You can. You’re doing so well.”

I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to hold on, because I was falling apart.

His lips dragged down my throat, sucking, leaving marks I’d never be able to explain. “So fucking sweet.”

“Dorian—oh my God—”

“You like this?” His breath was hot against my ear. “You like your priest’s hand on your cock?”

“Yes!” I shouted, shame burning through the pleasure. “Yes, yes—”

“Good.” His strokes quickened, ruthless. “Come for me, Ezra. Now.”

It hit me like a storm. My body seized, every muscle locking as I spilled into his hand, crying out his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

When it was over, I collapsed against him, trembling so hard I could barely breathe.

Silence stretched. My pulse thundered in my ears.

Finally, I croaked, “You’re evil.”

He chuckled darkly, wiping his hand on a napkin. “You begged for it.”

“I didn’t beg!” I protested weakly.

“You said, ‘Don’t stop.’” His smirk was lethal. “Ezra, that’s begging.”

I groaned, covering my face. “Kill me now.”

He gently pried my hands away, forcing me to meet his eyes. “No. Not when you look this fucking beautiful.”

I turned scarlet. “Stop saying things like that.”

“Can’t,” he murmured, kissing me softer this time. “Not when it’s true.”.

Father Dorian was still hard.

My throat went dry. No—that was a lie. My mouth watered. Bad.

“Ezra,” he said carefully, watching me like I was about to combust.

I licked my lips. Wrong move. His eyes darkened immediately.

My knees hit the floor before my brain could catch up.

“Ezra.” His voice cracked, sharp, alarmed. “What the hell are you—”

“I want it,” I blurted, heat burning all over my skin. “I—please.”

His jaw flexed. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Yes, I do.” My hands shook as I reached for his belt. “I need it.”

He grabbed my wrists, firm. “Ezra, stop.”

“I can’t.” I looked up at him, eyes wide, desperate. “My mouth—Father, I need—”

“Fuck.” He shut his eyes like he was praying. “You’re killing me.”

“Then let me.” My voice was small. Begging. “Please.”

A beat. His grip loosened.

“Open,” he ordered, voice hoarse.

I obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue peeking.

His curse was low, guttural. “Christ have mercy.”

. My heart thundered so loud it drowned out everything else.

And then—he freed himself.

I gasped. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t say God right now,” he snapped, but there was no heat in it. Just desperation.

It was… huge. Thick. Veined. My mouth actually watered harder.

“Ezra.” His hand cupped my jaw, rough but trembling. “This is your last chance to back out.”

I shook my head violently. “No. I want it.”

His eyes burned into mine. “Then take it.”

I wrapped my lips around him, and both of us moaned.

“Jesus—” His hand gripped my hair, not pushing, just holding. “Good boy. So fucking good.”

The taste was overwhelming. Musky, salty, intoxicating. I gagged a little, but the heat rushing through me drowned it out.

I sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling like I was starving.

“Ezra—fuck—” His head dropped back, groaning. “You were made for this mouth. Made for me.”

My cock throbbed just from hearing that. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse again.

“Don’t—shit—don’t do that unless you want me to—”

I did it again.

He yanked my head back, chest heaving. His cock glistened with my spit, twitching.

“You want to swallow me down, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically, eyes glassy.

“You filthy little thing.” He shoved back into my mouth, deeper this time. “Then choke on it.”

I gagged, tears pricking, but I didn’t care. I held on, drool dripping down my chin.

“Ezra—fuck—” His thrusts grew ragged. “I’m close. Don’t you dare pull away.”

I hummed in response, eyes rolling back as his cock hit the back of my throat.

That broke him.

He came hard, hot and thick, spilling straight into my mouth.

“Swallow.” His tone was absolute command.

I swallowed everything, every drop, until he groaned and finally pulled out.

My chest heaved, my chin wet, my throat burning.

He stared down at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done.

“Ezra…” His voice was wrecked. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, shaky but buzzing. “I don’t know,” I admitted, breathless. “But I think I like it.”

His laugh was broken, dark. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

And for the first time, I smiled—because if I was going down, I was dragging him with me.

I don’t know what came over me.

One second I was still on the floor, chest heaving, tongue aching from what I’d just done. The next, I climbed into his lap.

His eyes widened instantly. “Ezra—”

“I want it,” I whispered, trembling but bold.

He froze. “Want what?”

I swallowed, then leaned close, brushing my lips against his ear. “I want your cock inside me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, hands gripping my waist so hard it almost hurt. “Ezra. Don’t—”

“I’m serious.” My face burned, but the words tumbled out anyway. “I want you to fuck me. Fill me up. Make me feel it.”

His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. “Christ,” he muttered, like he was scolding himself. “I didn’t know you could talk like that.”

“Neither did I,” I admitted breathlessly. “But I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He groaned, head falling back. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“Then let me.” My voice cracked. “Please.”

There was a long silence, filled only by the sound of our breathing.

Then, slowly, he shifted me back against the table, eyes burning.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he said hoarsely.

“Then show me.”

Something snapped in him.

In a second, he had me laid back, my legs trembling over his shoulders. My heart thundered so hard I thought I’d pass out.

“What are you—”

“Shut up.” His voice was rough, commanding. “I’m going to get you ready. You’ll take nothing until I say.”

I whimpered. “O-okay.”

Then his mouth was on me.

“Fuck!” I gasped, my hips jerking.

He was… eating me. Tongue hot, firm, sliding over me in ways that made my brain short-circuit.

“Father—oh God—”

“Don’t say God right now,” he growled against me, and then his tongue pressed deeper.

My vision blurred. “Holy shit.”

He chuckled low, the vibration making me moan louder. “So sweet. So tight. I could do this all night.”

I covered my mouth, trying not to scream. My legs shook, every nerve on fire.

Then, too soon, he pulled back, licking his lips.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

I nodded frantically. “Yes. Please. More.”

He pressed a slick finger inside me.

I gasped, clenching instantly. “Ahh—fuck, that—”

“Relax,” he said firmly. “Breathe. Let me in.”

I forced myself to inhale, exhale. Slowly, the sting dulled, replaced by heat.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good boy.”

The praise made my cock twitch. “D-don’t say that.”

“Why? You like it.”

I bit my lip. “Maybe.”

He smirked, sliding the finger deeper. Then another joined, stretching me.

“Oh fuck—” My back arched, toes curling. “That’s—”

“Too much?” he asked, though his fingers didn’t stop.

I shook my head wildly. “No. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Christ.” His voice was ragged. “You’re tighter than I imagined.”

I moaned, face hot. “You imagined this?”

His fingers paused. His eyes locked on mine.

“…Yes.”

The admission hit me like lightning. My whole body clenched around him.

“Dorian,” I whispered, wrecked. “I need you. Now.”

His expression twisted, torn between restraint and hunger.

But when my hips rolled down onto his fingers, desperate for more, he groaned and leaned over me, breath hot on my ear.

“You have no idea what you’ve started, Ezra.”

“Dorian—please.”

My voice was wrecked, trembling as I laid back against the table. His fingers were still inside me, stretching me, teasing me, making my body burn in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. His eyes were molten, jaw clenched tight as if he was holding back a war inside himself.

“You’re sure?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I breathed. My whole body shook, but I meant it. “I want you. Inside. Now.”

A harsh curse slipped from his lips. He reached over, grabbing something from the drawer. Lube. A condom. My breath hitched.

He was actually going to do this.

“Lift your hips,” he ordered.

I obeyed, heart racing. He rolled the condom on with one hand, slicked himself with lube, then poured some onto his fingers again and pushed them back into me, slower this time.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he muttered.

“Dorian—”

“Patience.” His tone was sharp, but his touch was careful. “I’m not splitting you open raw. Relax for me, Ezra.”

I forced myself to breathe, but my hips bucked on their own. I wanted it too badly.

Finally, he lined up at my entrance, pressing the blunt head of his cock against me.

The pressure made me gasp. “Oh God—”

His hand shot to my throat, firm but not harsh. “What did I say about calling His name right now?”

I choked on a moan. “S-sorry.”

“You’re not sorry yet.” His grip tightened just slightly, sending sparks through my body I didn’t understand. My cock throbbed against my stomach.

Then he pushed in.

Slow. Stretching me inch by inch until I thought I’d break.

“Ahh—fuck!” My nails dug into the wood under me. “It’s—it’s too much—”

“Breathe,” he commanded. His eyes never left mine, dark and steady. “You can take it. You’re doing so good.”

That praise… it shattered me. My body relaxed without me meaning to, and suddenly he slid deeper. My back arched, a moan ripping out of me.

“Ohhh—”

He groaned, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “Christ, Ezra. You’re gripping me like a vice.”

And then it hit me all at once. The burn. The stretch. The dizzy, overwhelming realization that—

“I’ve never done this before!” I blurted out, panicked. “You’re my first—”

He froze. Then leaned back to look at me, a slow, dangerous smile curving his mouth.

“So I’m your first.” His voice was low, taunting. “You let me take what no one else has touched.”

Heat flooded my face. “I—”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“You’re my first,” I whispered, trembling.

“Good boy.” His hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper.

I cried out, eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” he groaned, rocking into me harder now. “So perfect. My sweet little virgin.”

His hand tightened on my throat again and my cock twitched helplessly. I didn’t even know I liked this, but the way his eyes darkened told me he knew before I did.

“Dorian—ahh—please—”

“What do you want, Ezra?”

“More,” I gasped. “Harder. Please!”

He growled, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. The sound echoed in the small room, filthy and wet.

“Ohhh f-fuck—” My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, locking him inside me.

“That’s it,” he panted, kissing my jaw, my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “Take me. Take all of me.”

“Dorian—I can’t—oh my God—”

“You can,” he said roughly, kissing me hard, tongue fucking my mouth as deep as his cock did my body. “You’re mine now. Say it.”

My voice broke against his lips. “I’m yours.”

His thrusts got faster, deeper. My body felt like it was splitting and flying all at once.

“Good boy. My perfect boy,” he whispered against my ear.

I moaned so loudly it embarrassed me, but I couldn’t stop. My cock rubbed against his stomach with every move, leaking, aching.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

I obeyed instantly, stroking myself fast, desperate.

He tightened his grip on my throat again and I saw stars. “Come for me.”

That was it.

I cried out his name as I came, spilling hard between us, body shaking, legs clenching around him.

He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his whole body tensed and he buried himself deep, coming inside the condom with a guttural sound that made me shiver.

For a moment, all I heard was our ragged breathing. My body felt boneless, wrecked, but alive in a way I’d never felt before.

He pulled out slowly, disposed of the condom, then leaned over me, brushing damp hair from my forehead.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded weakly, blushing. “I think… I just went to heaven.”

His laugh was low, dangerous. “Ezra, you’re not supposed to say that about sin.”

“I don’t care,” I whispered.

His eyes darkened again.

And I realized—neither of us was done.