Switch It Up

by Sara Brookes

  The shower turned off and Kochran lifted his head. Streaks of water slithered down the glass walls, creating teasing glimpses of the man beyond, who didn’t appear to be in a rush to exit. In fact, he stood facing Kochran, his arm the only movement.

  The partition separating them opened. Ezra stood there, unashamed and unabashedly stroking himself, as though Kochran wasn’t kneeling feet away. When their gazes collided, Kochran realized he was the reason Ezra was jacking off. He was using the image of Kochran kneeling to give himself pleasure. Kochran lowered his head, sliding his gaze to the tiles under Ezra’s feet.

  A soft sigh echoed through the space between them. “You know that position only enhances your erection even more.”

  A surge clenched his chest. “Not trying to hide it.”

  “I know. It’s your way of surrendering some of your control, but not all of it. That’s perfectly acceptable to me. It means I’m going to have to work for your true surrender.” Ezra moved toward him. The slick sounds of his hand moving over his shaft sounded so close. So tempting. Kochran wanted to see what sort of inviting package Ezra had delivered, but he needed to wait for direction. “Look at me, pet.”

  A shudder filtered through Kochran as he lifted his gaze. Like Ezra, he took his time, enjoying the lines and angles of Ezra’s physique. His gaze lingered on the hand still moving lazily, long enough to appreciate the way Ezra moved.

  “Eyes up,” Ezra ordered brusquely.

  Kochran hadn’t realized he’d been admiring Ezra’s junk for that long. So long his mouth had started to water. Maybe full surrender would be harder than he thought.

  “Open up.” Ezra scooted forward, hand still wrapped around the base of his erection as he angled it toward Kochran’s mouth. He was being tested. Accepting Ezra’s dick in his mouth would be the ultimate gauge of his commitment.

  Kochran kept his gaze on Ezra’s as he offered his tongue and open mouth. Ezra closed his eyes for a split second when Kochran’s tongue connected with the underside of his cockhead. He rested it there, in no obvious hurry to continue pushing into Kochran’s mouth.

  “Beautiful,” Ezra whispered as he feathered Kochran’s hair. “Thank you for this. For reminding me of everything I was keeping buried.”

  Kochran couldn’t speak, knew he didn’t need to. Ezra didn’t need the words. Kochran simply needed to exist.

  Ezra slid forward into Kochran’s mouth with a groan. It was like a key had been inserted into a lock, and everything inside Kochran that he’d kept restrained fell away.

  * * *

  Warmth surrounded him like a comforting cocoon. Ezra had been inside another man’s mouth before, but this was altogether different. Pieces he had kept walled off began to crumble. And as they stood in the ruins, he began to move, sliding in and out with the same slow, precise movements he’d used with his hand. He wasn’t in the mood to rush this part. There would be time enough for that later. He intended to fully experience everything he knew Kochran had to offer.

  He’d watched Kochran more than enough times to know exactly how much and how far he could push the man. He angled his grip to curl his fingers around the back of Kochran’s head. The rumbling vibration surged through his oversensitive dick and up his spine. He pulled Kochran down, slow and steady, reveling in the feel of Kochran’s lips sliding against his shaft. The man before him took everything Ezra had to offer and unapologetically waited for more.

  “So fucking good. It’s a wonder you don’t give more blowjobs.”

  The answering snort shot a line of arousal up through the root of his cock and awakened dormant nerve-endings. He dropped his head back and basked in the feel of being surrounded by Kochran’s mouth. Ezra quickened the pace for a few strokes, then pulled out with a quiet pop. He crouched, bringing himself to eye level with Kochran.

  “I’m going to make you hurt, pet. Maybe even make you cry a little.” Gazes locked together, Ezra touched his lips to Kochran’s. They kissed slowly for a time, tongues tangling, gently massaging one another. In a flash, the moment shifted and the atmosphere became charged. Feral. Raw. Sexual.

  Ezra had initially thought they could just bang it out of their systems, but there would be no recovery from this. They were going to come out of this irrevocably changed. They fulfilled a yearning that had no definition.

  * * *

  Kochran was grateful for the short reprieve Ezra had given him as he was led back into the main area and away from the humidity that had settled against their skin in the bathroom. But that gratitude faded quickly as Ezra made him kneel again. Like before, Kochran balanced on one knee, not in defiance, but stripping away every last vestige of his dominant personality in the span of an hour was impossible.

  “You’re getting stuck inside your head again, and not in a good way. You’ve got to let it go,” Ezra ordered.

  Kochran snorted softly. “If you’re going to put on a blonde wig and start singing, we’ve got a problem.”

  Ezra narrowed his gaze. Shame heated Kochran’s blood. Ezra was attempting to give him something to focus on and Kochran was trying to add levity to a moment where it wasn’t warranted. His body began to tremble from anxiety and arousal. Surely something was wrong with him to want to experience the full wrath of Ezra’s punishment. That stern, unforgiving glare aimed toward him and all Kochran could think was yes, please.

  He fisted his hands, wondering if this was who he really was. Had he spent all those years dominating submissives, strutting around like he was a hot-shit Dom, when all along, at the core, he was truly a submissive? Try as he might, he couldn’t uncover a reason why he desired a hard hand from Ezra. Why he needed such strict discipline from another person—another man—when he was usually the one dishing out the pain.

  Was he that fucked up?

  “You’re disobeying me by analyzing shit again.” Ezra’s normally calm voice came across as stern and implacable. He stood, circling to stand behind Kochran. A lash of bright pain streaked across Kochran’s back. Holy Mother of God, what was Ezra using on him and where had he gotten it?

  The jolt of heat stung him again, this time just to the right of the original impact. Another. Then another. A knife-edge that cut deeply and erased the doubts plaguing Kochran. The pain released a wealth of emotion as well. Feelings he hadn’t realized he’d kept restrained. Kochran had no defense against the agony whizzing through him, so he simply accepted the ripple of response his body gave. A coil of something Kochran couldn’t identify collected low in his belly as Ezra stroked him all over with gentle hands, the sensual feathering sensation a marked contrast to the brutality of the lashes.

  A whistle pierced the air a split second before pain erupted against Kochran’s back. He arched, not away from the hurt, but toward. This wasn’t pain for pain’s sake, but intended to deliver pleasure. Ezra knew how to balance on that fine line as he moved around, selecting different areas, never striking the same place twice, which only increased the intensity. Each blow chipped Kochran’s dominant streak one hit at a time. Every nerve ending reached for Ezra, yet Kochran had a moment to wish the wall in front of him was mirrored so he could watch Ezra work. Another strike clouded his mind once again, stripping another layer away. Down and down he went, tumbling down the rabbit hole as though he’d imbibed the sweetest potion.

  Kochran was so lost in his own head, he registered Ezra standing on his left side well after the man had approached. Ezra splayed his hand against Kochran’s lower back so he noted the dichotomy between Ezra’s flesh and the instrument he’d used to create the delicious burn spreading over his shoulders and back. When Ezra used his other hand to follow the curve of Kochran’s ass, Kochran snarled with a possessive hunger. He’d heard plenty of submissives make that noise, and even been responsible for it, but somehow, it was altogether different coming at this moment.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, sweet pet. And you’re going to ta
ke every finger I shove into you.”

  Kochran growled, low and long, as Ezra slid three slickened fingers past the resistance. He held them there for a lengthy moment, allowing Kochran to adjust to the sensation of being as full as he’d ever been. When Ezra began to finally, finally move his fingers, the slow and steady movement made Kochran rock against his touch. Jesus, his cock was so fucking hard, Kochran was convinced he’d erupt like a volcano if Ezra commanded him to.

  Then Ezra’s touch vanished.

  Son of a bitch. Kochran bit back the whimper of need clawing at his throat. Ezra touched his chin, gently nudging him upright, guiding Kochran into that single knee position. Kochran swayed slightly, but checked his balance.

  “Eyes up. No looking unless I tell you otherwise. No coming unless I say otherwise either.”

  Kochran hadn’t seen a goddamn thing yet, but he obeyed Ezra’s command and focused on a point high overhead. His thoughts fractured when Ezra’s mouth closed over his cock, and took him deep.

  The marks on his back and shoulders burned hot as desire raced through his system. Warm breath skated over his abdomen as Ezra swallowed more. When Ezra drew back, flicking his tongue against the tip of Kochran’s cock, he couldn’t contain his strangled gasp. He had nothing to hold on to, nothing to use as an anchor point as Ezra opened and swallowed him again.

  “I can’t...” Kochran trailed off as Ezra played with the underside of Kochran’s shaft. Kochran growled deeply, fighting his body’s reaction to spurt down Ezra’s throat. Ezra simply took him deeper, ignoring him as he moved to create a slow friction up and down Kochran’s entire length.

  Ezra’s mouth was both heaven and hell, a rapturous torment that held Kochran suspended between the two worlds. That torture was interrupted when something brushed against his rim. Ezra explored with his fingers again even as he continued to work his mouth over Kochran’s shaft. Kochran grunted as Ezra slipped two fingers through his entrance, adding a knife of pleasure that flourished with each teasing stroke.

  Unable to bear the tension any longer, Kochran rocked back and forth between Ezra’s mouth and fingers. Ezra adjusted for the movements as they grew jerky, holding still to allow Kochran to move. Ezra’s groan vibrated against Kochran’s dick, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He made a strangled sound, unable to form the words needed to warn Ezra he was about to blow. Ezra took him deeper as he dug his hand into Kochran’s hip. The bite of pain was the trigger Kochran needed.

  Kochran cried out as he came and Ezra took the release, swallowing over and over as Kochran continued to jet down his throat. Kochran was still shuddering as Ezra pulled his mouth away.

  It took a few moments for him to realize Ezra hadn’t removed his fingers. They were still buried deep inside him, toying with the muscles constricting his fingers. Ezra thrust against the tightening, working to loosen those muscles again. The orgasm hadn’t fully abated before the tingles indicative of another release started at the base of Kochran’s dick. He thought he’d finished his climax, but the sensations Ezra raised signaled to Kochran he had a very long night ahead of him.

  He blew out a breath, shuddering as Ezra worked another finger into his anus. Three fingers again, the burn and stretch making Kochran smile. Kochran had never been this open, this trusting of someone. He understood the submissive mentality now better than ever before. The full, absolute sense of belonging to another person. Knowing they had your best interests in mind. Knowing you were pleasing them.

  “Quite satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?”

  “Mmm.” Kochran couldn’t form coherent thought necessary to arrange a response. All he could do was experience the sensations.

  “You could take more, you know,” Ezra said against his ear. “Little more lube, lots of patience, maybe another orgasm, and I bet I can slip my fist right into your greedy asshole.”

  The universe ceased to exist for Kochran as Ezra ruthlessly worked his fingers in and out. He pressed his lips to Kochran’s throat, licking the perspiration that had collected in the hollow. He kissed Kochran’s jaw. The point of his chin. “I could have you jetting come all over your nice expensive floors. Make you lick up every single drop like a good boy toy.”

  Kochran vibrated with unspent energy, overwhelmed by desire and need. He wanted to beg Ezra to use him as he saw fit, but he didn’t know how because the moment they were sharing was too powerful.

  “But not now. I want my cock to be the only thing that fills you tonight.”

  * * *

  Ezra brought a washcloth and a bowl full of hot, soapy water when he returned. Kochran hadn’t moved, though he had shifted position so he sat to one side, his legs bent and angled away from him. Ezra said nothing as he washed down Kochran’s body, then his own. Refreshed, he offered Kochran a hand and tugged him up so they were standing facing one another.

  Kochran’s eyes were still glassy, a sight that caused a stirring deep in Ezra’s belly. Watching Kochran’s first release under his guidance had been nothing short of spectacular. He’d meant what he’d said about giving Kochran the kind of climax that would have him screaming and writhing and coming everywhere. He intended to do just that at some point. If he was going to expose Kochran to all the pieces of his soul, Ezra had many more doors to unlock. The pain had only been a small part of the process, but it told Ezra quite a lot. Kochran needed it in order to push through all the misgivings clouding his head. Past the weight of the years he’d spent convincing himself he didn’t really want certain things. Others would be afraid they’d damage Kochran, or worse, they wouldn’t be able to fulfill the man’s need in the first place.

  Ezra coaxed Kochran’s lips open with his tongue, seducing the other man with nothing more than a kiss. When Ezra increased the pressure, Kochran responded with a quiet moan and cupped his hand around the back of Ezra’s head. Ezra added to the noise as Kochran slid his fingers through the strands, stroking the length of it.

  He broke away, nudging Kochran toward the bed. He waited until Kochran had climbed in, then followed, positioning himself so they were groin to groin. Ezra had intended to take Kochran hard and fast, but something had shifted in the last few minutes.

  A force clenched around Ezra’s heart, thrumming with an emotion he wasn’t equipped to deal with. The raw honesty Kochran gifted to Ezra meant there was much, much more than a Master/slave dynamic wrapping around them. The world narrowed until they were the only things that existed. The power of the moment was exactly what Ezra needed and exactly the thing he knew could someday destroy him.

  Ezra elbowed Kochran to turn over. He did, moving with an easy fluidity as he maneuvered his ass in the perfect position to be taken. Offering without command. Ezra couldn’t resist such a spectacular presentation.

  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, slipped it on and spread Kochran’s ass cheeks. Kochran was still slick from Ezra’s fingers, allowing Ezra to enter Kochran’s ass in one solid stroke. Ezra began pumping immediately, denying Kochran the time he may have needed to adjust to being taken this way. Ezra pushed through the resistance, slamming the solid length of his dick into Kochran’s body over and over.

  “Come, pet.”

  Watching Kochran come was a beautiful display of unbridled surrender. The growl he gave so deep, it vibrated the bed with its vicious power. Ezra came to the noise, pumping so damn hard he was sure they were going to end up on the floor.

  Ezra’s chest burned for oxygen as he fought to breathe. He held on to Kochran, using him as an anchor point while everything around them spun. Or maybe he needed to ensure that Kochran wasn’t going to hop out of the bed and run.

  They lay there for long minutes, their breathing and heart rates returning to normal.

  Kochran cleared his throat, splitting the quiet. “This is going to get really complicated, isn’t it?”

  Ezra pressed a kiss to Kochran’s shoulder. “It’s whatever we
make it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Early mornings weren’t Ezra’s favorite part of the day. Waking before nine meant breakfast meetings. Traffic snarls. Subway rides. Things that had never fit him quite right. He’d never been one to box himself into a cubicle, logging in hours at an office job and answering to a stuffy boss wearing an even stuffier suit. Kochran wasn’t that type either, so Ezra was surprised to find himself alone in bed.

  It hadn’t been a restful night. He’d surfaced several times, worried the entire experience had been a dream because he hadn’t paid attention to his pump again. But, without fail, Kochran had been there each time Ezra stirred. During one of those moments, he’d found Kochran’s head on his shoulder, his arm draped over Ezra’s waist, as though he intended to pin him to the bed to prevent his escape.

  Leaving had been the last thing on Ezra’s mind. He thought he’d understood the full extent of what had taken place between them, but that simple, intimate gesture spoke volumes.

  As expected, Kochran had been a demanding submissive, giving as much as he received. An active participant in the scene despite clear evidence who had all the power in the exchange. Ezra hadn’t worked that hard to take a sub over since the last time he’d been with Nora and Kyle. He’d forgotten how addicting that sort of challenge could be.

  He sat up, swinging his feet over the side. When he encountered soft carpet that tickled the soles of his feet, and spotted the white tee bundled near the nightstand, he grinned. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up being this...content. Whole. Muscles and joints achy because he’d spent a few hours attending to the needs of an eager submissive who had finally discovered what it was like to be their true selves. He’d forgotten how gratifying that sensation felt.

  Kochran had been sinfully decadent before. With this new world Ezra had opened, Kochran was irresistible.