Enemies with Benefits 2

Chapter 11: Playing daddy

Colby grinned like an idiot at that comment. To be Ezra's fiancé was a humble but honest job. Not everyone was up for the task, nope, took a real genius like Colby to handle such a momentous responsibility.

They carried on with the rest of their day like usual. Colby graded some work for his class and enjoyed his day off by taking a nap in their bedroom. It wasn't a hard job to grade and correct the work of kindergarteners, but sometimes he did stop and wonder how children kept on managing to accidentally spell cuss words. The dog was told to sit, basic sentence, so how did two of his students still manage to put shit. Eventually, he finished up and decided to check on Ezra.

Ezra was lying back on the bed in only a towel. "You all done with your papers?"

Colby stood there, dumb as a brick, nodding his head and giving a simple: "Uh, huh."

"You wanna come over here then?"

"Uh, huh."

"You gonna move your legs then?"

"Uh, huh." As if one of those cartoon characters that smell a delicious cake, Colby practically danced over to the bed. Almost tripping over his own clothes in a hurry to rip them off.

He loved being intimate with Colby. Which was a polite way of saying that they fucked. It was always great, and if it wasn't great, it was funny. He loved everything they did together. The tender kisses they gave each other in the first few minutes that would turn heated as soon as the tension became too much. The way their bodies pressed  together, grinding against one another for the slightest bit of friction to satisfy their hunger for one another. Colby slipped a hand under Ezra's towel. That moan was more beautiful than any music he'd ever heard. They went further, kissing deeper, intertwining themselves more.

It was only when they'd passed the point of foreplay and Colby was able to enter Ezra that they got to the point that Colby loved most but also struggled with the most. It was a blessing and a curse to be with someone as attractive as Ezra. To love him so much that the thought of him alone could make Colby jizz his pants.  However that came with the burden that anytime they got physical with each other, Colby had to try so hard not to cum too soon.

Today was no different.

Colby was playing mind games with himself to try and hold it in. It was so hard! Ezra was so hot, the muscles in his back as he arched and stretched across the bed sheets. His moans were intoxicating as he cried out for Colby to go faster and harder. Colby did what he was told, but with great effort.

He tried to develop methods over the years to make sure Ezra was having a great time. Naked grandmas, counting, spelling, doing equations, and still he struggled not to bust. He had no idea how Ezra managed to do it for so long. Whether he was top or bottom, Ezra always came after Colby.

Sex was a marathon not a sprint, or at least that's what Colby kept telling himself. He needed to stop for breathers, water breaks, maybe even a sit down to be able to keep going at this pace, but then Ezra would know he was struggling and that would lead to teasing which would lead to a bruised ego.

Colby had to hold on!

For his own sake and Ezra's

That was his thinking until he slowed down just smidge and dropped his guard. Somehow in that moment of vulnerability, Ezra managed to flip Colby onto his back and rode him like some bucking bronco. No, no, no! This was bad. Stupid, sexy, Ezra.