CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 55

EZRA

Dorian's grip on my wrist was iron-tight, his fingers digging in like he was afraid I'd vanish if he let go. My heart hammered in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the chaos in my head. *What the hell are we doing?* But I didn't pull away. I couldn't.

"You shouldn't have followed me," he growled low, his voice a rumble that sent shivers straight down my spine. But he was already moving, yanking me through the glass door and out into the night. The garden air hit me

,the scent of roses and damp earth filling my lungs. The mansion's bushes loomed like shadowy walls, thick and tangled, swallowing us whole as he dragged me deeper into the darkness.

"Father—Dorian, wait—" I gasped, stumbling over roots and uneven ground, but he didn't slow. His hand slid from my wrist to my waist, pulling me flush against him for a split second before shoving me forward into the heart of the bush. Branches scratched at my arms, leaves rustling like whispers as we plunged into pitch black. The moon barely pierced through here, just slivers of silver light dancing on his sharp jawline.

"Shut up," he hissed, spinning me around and pinning me against a thick tree trunk. The bark was rough against my back, biting through my shirt, but I barely felt it. Not with his body pressed to mine, hard and unyielding. "You want this, Ezra? You follow me out here like a lost puppy, staring at me all night—fuck, you have no idea what you do to me."

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in pants. "I saw you with him. The senator. You were... losing it."

His eyes flashed, dangerous. "Don't talk about him. Not now." His hand shot up, wrapping around my throat—not squeezing yet, just holding, a promise of control that made my cock twitch in my pants. "You want to know what he does to me? How he makes me want to break everything?" He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "This. You. You're the only thing that shuts it up."

Then his mouth was on mine again, brutal and demanding. I moaned into it—*oh God, yes*—my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue invaded, tasting like sin and desperation, and I kissed back just as hard, biting his lower lip until he groaned.

"Fuck, Ezra," he rasped, breaking away to trail bites down my neck. His free hand yanked at my belt, fumbling in the dark. "Pants off. Now."

I didn't hesitate. My fingers shook as I undid my fly, shoving my jeans and boxers down to my thighs. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me gasp, but Dorian was already on his knees, his strong hands gripping my hips and spinning me around. My chest slammed against the tree, bark scraping my shirt, my cheek pressed to the rough wood.

"Dorian—what—ahh!" My words cut off in a yelp as he spread my cheeks with rough palms, exposing me completely to the night.

"Quiet," he commanded, his breath hot against my skin. "Or I'll make you." Then his tongue—fuck, his tongue—licked a slow, wet stripe up my crack. I bucked against the tree, a strangled moan ripping from my throat.

"Oh shit—Dorian!" I whimpered, my hands clawing at the bark. He didn't tease. No, he dove in like a man possessed, rimming me with filthy, eager strokes. His tongue circled my hole, probing, pushing in just enough to make me see stars. "Nngh—yes, right there—fuck, eat me out, please—"

He growled against me, the vibration sending jolts through my body. "You taste so fucking good, Ezra. So tight and sweet." His hands kneaded my ass, spreading me wider as he buried his face deeper. Slurping sounds filled the air—wet, obscene—and I couldn't hold back the moans spilling from my lips.

"Ahh—Dorian—deeper—oh God, your tongue—" I was babbling, hips grinding back against his mouth. He ate me out like he was starving, tongue fucking into me, licking and sucking until my legs trembled. Drool escaped the corner of my mouth, mixing with the sweat on my chin. "More—please, don't stop—"

One of his hands left my hip, sliding up to wrap around my throat from behind. He squeezed—just enough to make my head spin, stars bursting behind my eyelids. "Choke on it, baby," he murmured, voice muffled against my skin. "Take what I give you."

I gasped, the pressure on my neck making everything sharper, hotter. "Yes—choke me—, I'm gonna—" My cock was leaking, throbbing untouched, trapped against the tree as he rimmed me relentlessly. His tongue thrust in and out, wet and insistent, until I was a mess of whimpers and pleas.

"Dorian—ahh—I'm so close—please—"

He pulled back abruptly, standing up in a rush. I whined at the loss, but then his body was against mine, his hard cock pressing into my ass through his pants. "Not yet," he panted, grinding against me. "Gonna fuck you now. Gonna ruin this pretty hole."

"Yes—fuck me—please, Dorian—" I begged, pushing back desperately.

He unzipped with frantic hands, his thick length springing free. I felt it slap against my spit-slick entrance, hot and heavy. No lube—just his saliva and sheer need—but I didn't care. "Do it," I moaned. "Fuck me like you hate him—like you hate everything—"

That did it. He snarled, one hand choking my throat harder, the other guiding his cock to my hole. He pushed in slow at first, the burn stretching me wide. "So tight—fuck, Ezra, take it—"

"Ahh—Dorian—big—oh God—" I cried out, eyes rolling back as he sank deeper. Inch by inch, he filled me, until his hips met my ass. He paused, breathing ragged, his chokehold making me dizzy with pleasure.

"You feel that?" he whispered harshly, pulling back and slamming in.

Then he fucked me like a madman.

Each thrust pounded me into the tree, my chest scraping bark, nipples hard and aching through my shirt. "Nngh—yes—harder—fuck me harder!" I moaned, voice breaking with every snap of his hips.

"Like this?" he grunted, choking me tighter, his other hand gripping my hip bruisingly. "You want it rough, Ezra? Want me to break you?"

"Yes—break me—ahh—Dorian!" My eyes rolled back completely, whites showing as pleasure crashed over me. Stars exploded in my vision, my body shaking. Drool slipped from my open mouth, trailing down my chin onto the tree. I was lost, babbling nonsense. "So good—your cock—filling me—choke me—please—"

He covered my mouth with his hand now, muffling my screams as he railed me. "Shh—quiet, or they'll hear," he hissed, but his thrusts didn't slow. If anything, they got wilder, his balls slapping against me with wet smacks. "Fuck, you're drooling—look at you, falling apart on my dick."

I moaned into his palm, tongue licking his fingers desperately. The choke on my throat, the hand over my mouth—it was too much. I saw nothing but stars, my body arching as he hit that spot inside me over and over.

"Gonna come—Dorian—inside—please—" I mumbled against his hand, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

"Do it," he ordered, voice strained. "Come for me, Ezra. Milk my cock."

One more brutal thrust, his hand tightening on my throat—and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, cum spurting against the tree in hot ropes. "Mmmph—yes—fuck—Dorian!" I screamed into his hand, body convulsing, drool soaking his fingers.

He followed seconds later, burying deep with a guttural groan. "Ezra—fuck—take it all—" Hot spurts filled me, his cock pulsing as he came hard. He rode it out, hips jerking, choking me through the aftershocks until we both trembled.

Finally, he pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thighs. He spun me around, crashing his mouth to mine. His tongue licked into me, tasting my spit, my drool—everything. "So messy," he murmured against my lips, kissing me deep and filthy. "My messy boy."

I hugged him tight, arms wrapping around his neck, legs barely holding me up. "Dorian... that was..."

"Shh," he whispered, holding me close in the dark bush, our breaths mingling. "Just hold on. I've got you."