How To Save A Life

by Andria Large

  CHAPTER

  EIGHT+

  EZRA

  Did that just happen? Did Ferris just see me kissing a woman? And did he look as furious as I think he did? Shit. I don't know what it means, but I don't like the conflicted way I'm feeling right now. The need to go after him is almost too strong to deny, but I can't just ditch Julie without raising questions that I don't want to answer.

  "Is everything okay?" Julie asks, her hand snaking up my thigh.

  "Oh, uh, yeah...fine," I mutter, dropping my hand down over hers to stop her progression.

  "Who were you looking at?" she asks curiously.

  "I...uh...I thought I saw one of my friends, that's all."

  "Oh, okay," she chirps. "You're a really good kisser."

  "Thanks," I say tightly.

  I'm not going to tell her that I was imagining that she was Ferris the entire time we kissed. It was kind of difficult to do because her lips were much softer and she was more tentative than the way Ferris kissed. This date needs to be over so I can go and talk to him.

  After a couple of drinks, I pretend my phone vibrates in my pocket. When I check it, I tell her that I need to get going because I've got an emergency call that I need to take care of. She agrees without a fight and I take her home. I walk her to her door, where she tries to kiss me again, but I divert and give her a kiss on the cheek before practically running back to my car. As I drive away, I can see her standing in the doorway, frowning, but I'm too preoccupied with thoughts of Ferris to give a shit.

  I drive right over to his house, park in his driveway, and make my way up to his door. I bang on the door then wait for him to answer. It takes a couple of minutes before the door opens, and he's standing there, looking pissed.

  "What?" he snaps.

  "Can we talk?"

  "About what? You sucking face with some chick in a bar?" he replies bitterly.

  “What the fuck is your problem? You’re the one who wanted me to date women!” I huff angrily.

  Ferris sighs heavily and shoves his hands into his hair. “I know that! I didn’t think I’d find you kissing a chick and looking like you were actually enjoying it.”

  I throw my arms up in exasperation as I turn and pace a few steps away on his small porch. I charge back, getting in his face. “No one said I was enjoying it,” I say fiercely, pointing at myself. Then I poke him in the chest with my index finger, hard. “And if you hadn’t pushed me away, you would be the one I was kissing, not her.”

  Ferris deflates a little bit.

  “You're right. Sorry.” He frowns.

  “What the hell was that about anyway? I didn't take you as the jealous type.”

  “I don’t know. I just saw you kissing someone else and…” he trails off, probably not wanting to admit to being jealous.

  I wait, watching him shrewdly, my hands on my hips. Damn, he looks sexy tonight in his white, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and worn jeans. His face is clean-shaven and his hair is parted on the side, combed over and back.

  “And what?” I prompt.

  He sighs heavily again. “It just seemed wrong. I didn’t want you kissing anyone but me.”

  “But you said…”

  “Fuck what I said,” he blurts, cutting me off. He takes a step closer, stepping onto the porch in front of me. “I don’t want you kissing anyone but me,” he repeats, staring into my eyes so I know that he's serious.

  My nostrils flare as my breathing picks up. Fuck, he really has this instantaneous effect on me that no one else has ever gotten from me. “If I say no?” I rasp, testing him, teasing him.

  Ferris step closer again, putting us chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose. “You don’t want to say no,” he purrs, nudging my nose with his own. I drop my gaze to meet those beautiful eyes that haunt my dreams. I can see the desire, the lust, and the want in their depths. But I can also see the affection, fondness, and longing he has for me.

  A split second later, Ferris grabs my face and sears my entire body with a devastating kiss. I gasp my surprise and clutch at his shirt. I swear he’s trying to make me incapable of remembering my own name. My heart pounds in my chest, and emotions that I’m not ready to feel, rise to the surface.

  I pull back suddenly, panting hard. "We need to go inside before I come in my jeans."

  "Yeah, okay," Ferris agrees breathily.

  We barely make it into Ferris’ house before I have him pressed up against the wall in his foyer, assaulting his mouth. God, he tastes good. My whole body is on fire, just from kissing him. I’ve never felt this desperate to be with someone in my life. I find his hands and trap them against the wall over his head. I break our kiss and drag my mouth down to his neck. He moans low, the noise going straight to my cock, making it throb.

  Yes, I want Ferris physically, but I also want him emotionally. We’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but I can’t deny that my feelings for him have deepened. Ferris makes me happy, makes me smile and laugh; I enjoy talking with him, and I love that he and Spencer get along. We connect on such a deep level, that there is no way I can brush off the feelings I’m having and pretend that I just “like” him.

  “Bedroom,” Ferris gasps. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  I can’t talk at the moment, so I grunt my acknowledgement and let Ferris lead the way down the hallway to the bedroom. Once inside, Ferris takes over being in charge. He pushes me onto the bed and pulls my shoes off. I raptly watch his every move.

  He glides his hands up my thighs as he climbs onto the bed between my legs. He gives me a rakish grin right before bending down to mouth my cock through my jeans. A whimper escapes me.

  Warm, long fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, lifting it, as Ferris moves up my body, licking and kissing as he goes. He straddles my hips as he uses his tongue to draw a circle around my nipple. He does one, taking his good old time before moving to the other. I roll my hips forward, looking for some much needed friction. Ferris tugs my shirt up and over my head, throwing it away once it’s completely off. He then sits up, letting his fingers drag along my arms and shoulders.

  “You are seriously the sexiest guy I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Ferris rumbles, his gray eyes blazing with desire, as he leers at my shoulders, chest, and abs.

  I flush from the blatant appraisal. He then leans back down and captures my lips for a molten hot kiss. I bring my hands up from the bed and find the buttons running down the front of Ferris’ dress shirt. I fumble with shaky hands to unbutton them. Dammit, I’m so fucking turned on - and nervous - that my hands aren’t working right. I don't know why I'm not pulling it over his head like he did with mine. He takes pity on me, smiling against my mouth, and helps unbutton his shirt. He lets me slide it from his shoulders and toss it away. The white undershirt is next to go.

  Once Ferris is naked from the waist up, I run my hands all over him. It’s definitely different being with a man than a woman. Where women are soft and curvy, men are hard and…well, not curvy. Ferris is covered in sinewy muscles. He’s not bulky in any way. He’s thin, lean, and toned. He’s a swimmer, an athlete, and has that natural kind of build. I can’t get enough of the feel of him. I need more. I reach for Ferris’ fly, but get my hands slapped away.

  “Uh-uh, we’re not there yet,” Ferris teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

  “Don’t torment me, it’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, okay? I’m dying here,” I grit out.

  He sticks his bottom lip out in a faux pout. “Poor baby,” he says before that rakish grin returns. “I promise to make it worth the wait.”

  My breath catches and my heart skips a beat. “Fuck,” I breathe. His words alone are enough to make me lose it.

  “When was the last time you came?” he asks, as he slowly works his way down my body, leaving a hot trail of kisses as he goes.

  I rack my brain to try and remember the last time I jerked off, but it’s seriously hard to think when he's licking a circle a
round my navel. “Uh…two nights ago, I think…”

  “Mmm, so maybe I shouldn’t tease too much, you might come too soon.”

  “I could come right now,” I huff.

  Ferris is situated back between my spread legs, and I’m finding him extremely hot in that position. He makes quick work of taking my jeans and underwear off, before removing his own. My eyes immediately lock onto his rock hard cock as he climbs back onto the bed. He notices my ogling and remains kneeling between my legs.

  “Like what you see?”

  I blink. “Yes, I do. It's been a long time since I've been naked with another guy.”

  “So you’ve never had sex with a guy?”

  I shake my head and swallow hard. “Not sex, no. I've done other things, but not sex.”

  “Sit up. Touch me,” Ferris demands.

  I narrow my eyes at the smaller and younger man in front of me. “Are you always this pushy during sex?”

  He grins. “I’m a power bottom,” he replies with a non-apologetic shrug.

  “Do you always bottom?” I ask curiously.

  “No, not always,” he says with a sly grin. “But that’s not something you need to worry about tonight. Now, sit up and put your hands on me.”

  I sit up and tentatively wrap my hand around his shaft. Ferris hums his approval. I give him a light tug, trying to let the fact that I’m actually doing this again, sink in. I pump my hand slowly, letting myself get used to the feeling. I swipe my thumb over the slick head, drawing a moan from Ferris. Excitement races through me; I love the fact that I'm giving him pleasure. I work his cock a little harder and faster, until he stills my hand with his own.

  “Jesus. You’re gonna make me come,” he hisses.

  “Isn’t that the point?” I ask, raising an eyebrow in question.

  He smiles. “Yes, but not yet.” He leans down and brushes his lips over mine. “I want you to be inside of me when I come.”

  Yep, I’m pretty sure my eyes rolled back in my head.

  +

  FERRIS

  Holy shit! I can’t believe we are actually here, in my room, on my bed, about to fuck. I never expected us to get here, so for him to be here with me is a bit surreal. I’m not complaining, though, I’ve been dying to get him in my bed since I first laid eyes on him.

  I shove my hands into Ezra’s dark hair as I straddle his hips again. I kiss him languidly, wanting to memorize every inch of his delicious mouth. My cock is lined up perfectly with his between our bodies. I roll my hips, giving Ezra a taste of what being with another man can be like. Ezra, who seems lost in all of this, gasps against my lips. His hands glide over my ribs and around to my back, where he wraps his arms tightly around me, tugging our bodies more snugly together. He pumps his hips, rutting against my cock, as we continue to kiss. Ezra moans loudly into my mouth. I can tell the guy is ready to explode, but I’m not ready for him to come yet. I pull away from the kiss and break out of his embrace. Ezra groans in disappointment while I climb off of him.

  “Not yet, Ezra.”

  Ezra lies there, panting heavily with his eyes closed and his lips parted. His cock looks hard enough to cut steel and the head is an angry reddish-purple. A string of pre-come goes from the tip of his cock to the wet spot just below his navel. So hot.

  I give him a minute to collect himself while I go and get the lube from the bedside table.

  “Any diseases I should know about?” I ask.

  Ezra smirks, eyes still closed. “No, I’m squeaky clean.”

  I chuckle. “I’m sure you are. I’m clean, too. Are you okay with no condoms?”

  Ezra’s eyes flip open and he turns his head to look at me.

  “If you’re not cool with it, we can use them. I promise that I’m clean, though. I never go without,” I say in a rush to assure him.

  He frowns. “So why are you okay with no condoms now?”

  “Because I trust you.” I’m actually shocked by my admission. I trust Ezra completely, and I don’t give that kind of trust easily.

  He must understand because his gaze softens and he nods. “I trust you, too. We can go without.”

  I grab the lube and move back over to Ezra. I go to kiss him but am halted by his hand on my chest. I give him a questioning look and wait.

  “We can go without, as long as you promise you’re not going to sleep with anyone else while you’re with me.” The emotion in Ezra’s eyes has my heart leaping up into my throat.

  I search his all-consuming gaze as I nod. “I promise.”

  “I promise, too,” Ezra whispers, our eyes still locked on each other.

  Something passes between us, something deep and intimate. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but I suddenly feel different about Ezra, like the pieces of a puzzle naturally fit together. I drop down and crush our lips together then shove my hands back into his dark hair. He gasps and moans, big hands skimming down my back to cup my ass cheeks.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask breathlessly, my lips brushing against the lips of the gorgeous man beneath me.

  “Yes,” he hisses in return. “I want you.”

  CHAPTER

  NINE+

  EZRA

  The feel of Ferris’ body against mine is almost too much to handle. His mouth crashes into mine for a scorching kiss. Our hands are all over each other - touching, grabbing, smoothing. I can’t get enough, and as much as I like his weight on top of me, I want to feel him under me. Rolling us over, I grab his wrists and pin his hands to the bed above his head. I pull back from the kiss only enough to slow it down and taste him more fully. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it with my teeth. Ferris groans.

  I drag my mouth down to his jaw, licking and nipping my way up to his ear. He’s panting hard under me and it’s fucking thrilling to be able to pull this kind of reaction out of him. I flick my tongue over his earlobe before giving it a little bite. Ferris jerks under me and lets out a whimper.

  “Ezra,” he breathes and tests my hold on his wrists.

  I bite his earlobe a little harder and whisper, “I don’t know where you’re trying to go.”

  “I’m not…I’m not trying to go anywhere. I just want to touch you,” he moans and wraps his legs around my waist, digging his heels into the backs of my thighs.

  I nudge his head to the side with my nose and trail hot kisses down his neck. “If you touch me, this will be over before I have a chance to fuck you.”

  Ferris curses under his breath and thrusts against me. “I want you to fuck me right now,” he pants.

  I grin against his neck. “You really are a pushy bottom.”

  “Ugh! Stop fucking talking and put your cock in my ass, dammit!”

  I chuckle. “You know, this is my first time with a guy, can’t I take my time and explore first?” I bring my head back up to look down at him.

  He shakes his head quickly. “No, you can explore later. Right now, I need you to fuck me, hard and fast.”

  “Damn, you are so fucking hot when you talk dirty,” I groan then capture his lips for a rough kiss.

  I never thought I’d ever call a guy hot out loud, but I just did, and I fucking meant it. Ferris is turning me on like no one else, and he’s so fucking gorgeous with his heated gray eyes staring at me like I’m the only man that can give him what he wants.

  “What do I need to do?” I whisper against his lips.

  “Just use a lot of lube. I messed around with a dildo earlier today; I’m good to go.” He grins.

  I bark out a laugh. “Okay then.”

  I let go of his wrists so I can push up and sit back on my heels. I grab the bottle of lube, pop the top, and pour some in my hand. I slather myself up, and when I turn to Ferris, he grabs the back of his knees and pulls his legs up, exposing his hole to me. My cock throbs at just the thought of pushing into that tight ring. Using my lubed up fingers, I trace around the rim before pushing a finger inside of him. Ferris gasps and moans.

  “Fuck, it�
��s so tight and hot. I’m not going to last long at all,” I grunt.

  Ferris shakes his head. “I don’t need you to. Hard and fast is what I want right now. We can do slow later.”

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  I remove my finger and scoot a little closer, lining myself up and lifting my gaze to meet Ferris’. My already pounding heart skips a beat at the raw need in his eyes. I’m really doing this. I’m really about to have sex with a man like I’ve always wanted, always craved. But this isn’t just any man. This is Ferris, the guy I’m having serious feelings for.

  Pushing forward, I hold my breath as his tight heat engulfs me. His breath catches, and his head drops back to the bed. My eyes are fixated on my cock disappearing into his ass.

  “Yes,” Ferris hisses, his blunt nails finding my chest.

  I blow out the breath I was holding when I’m finally fully seated. “Oh my god.”

  “Yes, baby, fuck me,” he urges, his hands clutching at my hips and ass.

  I pull back slowly, wanting to feel every inch of his hot hole before I plunge back in with a snap of my hips. Ferris cries out, digging his head back into the mattress. I place one hand at the base of his throat while I use the other one to hold his left leg to his chest. I do as Ferris had asked; I go hard and fast. The only sounds in the room are our harsh pants, our skin slapping together, and the occasional strangled cry from Ferris.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck…I’m coming,” he chokes out in surprise, as his untouched cock shoots its load all over his chest and stomach.

  His ass clenches around me and I really don’t have much of a choice; it practically forces me to come. I slam into him a couple more times, as I fill his ass. It feels like my orgasm goes on forever before the spasms stop, and then my arms give out. I collapse on top of him and tuck my face into the crook of his neck. Both of us are panting hard as we try to catch our breaths.

  +

  FERRIS

  Goddamn! I have never in my life orgasmed from bottoming without needing to be jerked off, too. Never. But then again, no one has ever fucked me as good as Ezra just did. I asked for hard and fast and that’s exactly what he gave me. And he had the perfect angle to hit my prostate with every thrust. That was sheer luck for a first timer, though.