Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Once they were safely ensconced in Isaac’s room and the door was shut behind them, Isaac pushed aside all thoughts outside of what was happening. The surprising roughness of Maverick’s hands on his bare skin was a direct contrast to the way he stroked Isaac’s skin gently. Like he didn’t want to accidentally hurt him again. Isaac’s hands did their own exploring, running down the dragon’s chest and abs. He obviously kept in shape, being a shifter didn't automatically make a person as muscle bound as Maverick was. Isaac wanted to pull away to take the man in, but Maverick wasn’t having it, his grip on the back of Isaac’s neck keeping him right where he wanted him. Why the hell did that have to be so hot?
Pants and briefs were shed before Isaac was actually lifted off his feet and placed onto the bed with surprising softness. The contrasts of the dragon were addictive and Isaac moaned when Maverick’s heavy body pressed against his. His cock throbbed, and he lifted his hips to find friction, gasping when Maverick’s length rocked against his. His massive length. That was enough to get Isaac to pull away, ripping his mouth off Maverick’s so he could get a good look.
Listen, Isaac generally didn’t discriminate with his dates. A good personality was better than a handsome dick any day. But Isaac could admit that he was a bit of a size queen. The bigger, the better, in his opinion. And Maverick was easily the biggest he’d ever seen. His hole twitched in excitement and a heavy drop of precum spilled from his dick. He didn’t get long to admire it before Maverick was dragging him back into another biting kiss, but the image of that monster would be burned into Isaac’s brain for all of eternity, with the label of the perfect dick posted right below it.
Eager to get that thing inside him, Isaac reached for the nightstand, coming up a few inches short of his goal. He couldn’t move with the way Maverick was lying on top of him. The thought both irritated him and turned him on. Thankfully, Maverick seemed to get the idea of what he was looking for because he stretched his much longer arms and yanked open the nightstand drawer, grabbing the lube and condom box from inside. Brand new and he was suddenly extremely grateful that he’d thought to pick some up the other week while doing the weekly shop. He didn’t have sex often enough to need them all the time, but Maeve said it was better to be safe than sorry.
Isaac snatched a condom from the box while the dragon got to work on lubing up his fingers. His breathing stuttered when he felt one thick digit swirl around his hole, pulling his knees up to give Maverick better access, his concentration split between the slight burn of the breech and getting the damn condom open. He ended up ripping it open with his teeth, letting out another moan as Maverick moved quickly from one finger to two. Isaac loved the burn, so he didn’t complain about the fact that Maverick wasn’t giving him long to adjust. His hand shook with excitement as he rolled the condom down Maverick’s dick, giving that perfect specimen a loving squeeze. The caress made Maverick snarl, and he flipped Isaac to his hands and knees without warning, which only turned Isaac on more.
He’d need to look into it later because until now, he hadn’t realized he had a fear kink.
Maverick’s fingers leaving his body distracted him and he moaned in protest, his hole clenching on air, begging to be filled. Thankfully, Maverick seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as Isaac was, and his fingers were replaced quickly with the thick head of his condom covered dick, pushing insistently against Isaac’s hole. Isaac gasped, bearing down to help things along. He rocked backwards, letting out a helpless groan as inch after gloriously thick inch sank into him. It was the perfect balance between pleasure and pain, the burn making him shiver with need, and Isaac had to stop himself from coming with a grip around the base of his dick. The dragon’s cock really was perfect.
There was nothing slow and sensual about what they were doing. It was fast and rough and so good it made Isaac’s toes curl. Maverick didn’t hold back, going from zero to sixty in seconds. Isaac cried out with each thrust, reveling in the feeling of being stuffed so full. He was so distracted by the pleasure, he didn’t notice at first the base of Maverick’s dick thickening. Not until that swollen ring pressed more insistently against his hole. Isaac didn’t know what it was, though he had an idea, but he knew he needed it. He shoved his hips back harder, silently begging for more, and when that thickness slipped inside him, stretching him to the limit, he saw stars.
It felt like he was being split in two in the most perfect way. His climax exploded from him without warning and made him cry out, slamming so hard into his body that he almost collapsed. Maverick caught him with an arm around his chest, keeping him in position as he thrust through his own release. Isaac may have passed out a little, because one moment he was on all fours, taking everything the dragon had to give him, coming all over the bedding beneath them, and the next he was on his side, pressed up against Maverick’s chest, his heartbeat settled and his breathing even.
Now that his mind was clearer, he could ask the important questions.
“Did you… knot me?”
Maverick huffed out something like a scoff, which made Isaac stiffen. “That was all you. I am perfectly capable of having sex without knotting. You kept pushing until I couldn’t think straight,” he growled.
Isaac rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue with that. He had been rather enthusiastic about it. He’d never been knotted before, had never been with someone who had a knot, but it might factor into his decision making from here on out. It felt amazing, being stretched like that, and it felt like his release went on and on until he eventually collapsed.
Isaac’s hole clenched just remembering it, and Maverick grunted, his fingers flexing on Isaac’s hips. He’d been so preoccupied with asking questions, he hadn’t realized Maverick’s cock was still inside him. His own dick twitched in an attempt to rally, but he’d never come that hard before and it would take more than a few minutes for him to indulge again.
“Stop squirming or it will never go away,” Maverick grouched.
“For someone whose dick is currently in my ass, you complain a lot,” Isaac snapped back. Technically, he was squirming, but he’d challenge anyone else to try sitting still when the most perfect dick on the planet was literally stuck inside them.
Maverick’s grip on Isaac’s hip tightened to still him. Isaac did his best to not move, thinking of literally anything else. It took a few minutes, but eventually the knot softened enough for Maverick to pull free. Isaac let out a shuddering breath, the ache of being filled replaced with the feeling of loss now that it was gone.
“Are you alright?”
That was surprisingly polite of the dragon. Maybe a good orgasm was what he needed to stop being such an asshole. If that were the case, Isaac would volunteer as a tribute to keep the dragon happy. Mostly because he wanted to go again. Seriously, the dragon had the perfect dick.
“I’m fine. I’ll probably be sore in the morning, but I’m not complaining after that.”
Maverick’s fingers flexed again, almost like he wanted to drag Isaac closer. Isaac couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Maverick pulled away instead. He looked over his shoulder, watching as the dragon reached for his pants and dug into the pocket, pulling out his phone. If he was going to start working right now…
“I ordered you a potion for your head. It will help with the soreness as well. It should be here soon.”
Oh. Well, that was thoughtful. “When did you do that?”
Maverick reached for the rest of the clothes on the floor, avoiding eye contact as he replied. “When I noticed you flinching when you sat down.” He paused, quiet for a moment before admitting, “I never intended to hurt you.”
Isaac sat up, drawing the blanket over his lap. He didn’t have a problem with his body, but right now wasn’t the time to flaunt it. And it felt awkward having this discussion with his dick on display. Reaching out, he put a hand on Maverick’s shoulder, stalling his movements. He still didn’t turn around, but that made it a little easier on Isaac, too.
“I know. I saw it in your face the minute it happened. It was partially my fault, too. I wasn’t thinking when I slammed the door. I just wanted to keep the smoke from getting into the hall again. People shouldn’t have to suffer because you’re in a mood.”
It was blunt, but after what they just did, Isaac felt like he could say it without crossing the line. Maverick didn’t argue with him, grunting his acknowledgement without saying anything else. It wasn’t an actual agreement or anything, but it was a step in the right direction. At least he was listening.
When Maverick stood, Isaac felt his stomach clench in protest. He wasn’t sure why, less than an hour ago he would’ve given anything to get the dragon to leave, but right now, it bothered him to watch him dress and prepare to escape. Desperate to draw out their time together, he asked, “Do I still have a job?”
Maverick looked over his shoulder, studying him with a heavy amount of apprehension. “Did you still want to work with me? I will understand if you prefer not to.”
He said that, but based on the muscle twitching in his jaw, he wouldn’t be happy about it. Isaac felt a small amount of pride fill his chest. He did his job to the best of his ability, and he was glad Maverick seemed to appreciate it.
“I’d like to stay, if that’s alright with you. I never thought I’d get such hands-on experience that directly connects to my future job.”
Maverick’s brows drew together minutely. “What job?”
“Lawyer,” Isaac answered honestly. “I’m a little more than halfway through my degree at Ravenswood University.”
It was one of the most prestigious law schools in the nation, but Isaac wasn’t about to brag about it to Maverick. Thanks to his research, he knew Maverick had graduated at the top of his class from Acadia University, which actually was the most prestigious. Ravenswood had come in second to Acadia for the past two hundred years. Ravenswood was still something to brag about, just not to an Acadia graduate.
“When do you have time to do that?”
Isaac lifted a shoulder. “At night. I can’t afford to do full time. And getting this kind of hands-on experience is worth it.”
He kind of expected Maverick to argue, since he had been arguing with Isaac all day, but the dragon just nodded.
“True. When hiring at Spellbound, we always look at experience first.”
“So, then… I can come back to work tomorrow?”
Maverick made a tsk sound behind his teeth, disappearing from the room and coming back with his shirt and jacket. “Only if you’re well. We seem to be at an impasse on who was at fault, but I don’t want you working if you’re still in pain. You can have a few days off to heal. It’s the least I can do.”
Isaac thought the scowl on Maverick’s face was directed at him, but after that speech, he realized it was directed at Maverick himself. He was still angry with himself for what happened, and Isaac wasn’t going to throw that in his face.
“I should be fine with a potion, but if I notice any pain, I’ll let you know.” It was an easy enough compromise, and it seemed to satisfy Maverick, who pulled on his shirt with a nod. Isaac thought it was a crime to cover up a body like that and apparently the universe agreed because most of the buttons were missing. Maverick gave him a flat look, and Isaac had to roll his lips between his teeth to hide his grin.
“Whoops?”
Rolling his eyes, Maverick pulled on his jacket and buttoned it. It was tailored well enough that it looked stylish with the shirt unbuttoned underneath, which was good for Maverick, but bad for the rest of the world, being deprived of that view. Isaac held back a pout, snatching his boxer briefs off the floor and pulling them on so he could walk Maverick out with a modicum of modesty.
Nerves danced in his belly as he walked Maverick out, a layer of awkwardness settling over his skin. It didn’t hit him until now that he had basically just slept with his boss. And he’d have to work with the man the following morning. The question was getting a little redundant, but still. What the hell had he been thinking?