Chapter 12
Trevor
Isaac fumbles with the lock at the door before letting us in, his shaking hands having nothing to do with being inebriated and everything to do with how on edge he’s been all night.
There are cups scattered around the kitchen, music still drifting through the walls. Whatever party was happening here seems to have migrated upstairs.
Isaac tugs me past the mess without a word, his cheeks bright as he leads me up the staircase to the second floor. We pass one cracked bedroom door, but the rest are shut, Isaac’s included. He uses another key to get in, and then he’s shoving me toward what I assume is his bed.
I find the mattress with one hand before sitting, Isaac scampering onto my lap.
There’s no coaxing as his mouth meets mine, only demand for what we both know we’ve been heading toward for days.
Isaac tastes sweet, like the soda he was drinking, and he doesn’t waste a second before grinding down on my lap, pleasuring himself with whatever toy he left the house wearing.
The thought of it is almost too much. Isaac playing with himself before our date. Wanting a reminder of what he hoped would come.
I slip my hand around to his ass as his tongue duels with mine.
The moment I apply pressure against what I assume is a plug, Isaac keens.
His mouth goes slack, his hips rolling against me before he drops his face to my neck, tasting the skin there.
Nipping. Licking. His ass grinding against my hand.
“You wanna get off like this, Red? Riding my hand? Because I can make that happen.”
“No,” he breathes, but he doesn’t stop his squirming. “You said… Your mouth. And I…”
He breaks off with a groan, sliding off my lap to reach for something near the wall. The next second, a lamp illuminates the space, letting me see Isaac’s freckles and his fiery red hair as he seats himself on the bed.
He points to the middle of the room. “There. Please.”
Raising a brow, I stand and head to the spot indicated.
He nods before flicking his hand. “Off.”
Understanding what he’s asking for, I slowly reach for the hem of my shirt. “This?”
He nods again. “Let me see.”
There’s a smirk on my face when I lift my shirt over my head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Isaac pulls in a breath, the force of his gaze a heady fucking thing. His eyes dart from my chest to my stomach to my arms, not seeming to settle for any length of time.
It’s the first time he’s seeing the extent of my tattoos.
He takes his time looking before nodding down to my pants. “Those, too.”
I slowly flick the button open and lower the zipper. Isaac tracks every movement, his gaze following the descent of my jeans to the floor, his mouth ajar as he takes in the ink covering my legs. I toss my pants aside, followed by my socks.
“And…those,” Isaac says, his voice a rasp.
I slip my thumbs under the band of my boxer briefs. Isaac seems to hold his breath as he waits for the material to disappear. I drag it slowly down, my half-hard cock popping free as the waistband clears the tops of my thighs.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Isaac whispers.
I tug the fabric the rest of the way off, letting Isaac have his unencumbered fill. He stares at my cock for a long time before his eyes trail back up my body, a slow perusal. Finally, he meets my gaze.
“Trevor… You’re breathtaking.”
Isaac licks his lips as I head his way, his face turning up as I kneel on the bed in front of him. “I’m positive that’s you.”
He shakes his head, but I silence his rebuttal with a kiss, pressing forward until he’s lying on his back on the bed. He melts easily, his breath catching when I drop my face to his neck and then lower.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his stomach jumping beneath my lips. I ruck his shirt higher and do it again, mouth pressing to skin this time. “Fuck, fuck.”
“Have I reduced you to monosyllabic words?” I ask, brushing my lips above his waistband before popping the button.
“Ah, fuck.”
My chuckle has Isaac’s stomach muscles jumping again.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t deal with the sight of you crouched over me like that.”
“There you are,” I murmur, tugging his pants lower. “Although if that’s how you feel, you may want to close your eyes for this next part.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Not a chance. Oh my God, Trevor.”
My name turns into a groan as I rub my face against Isaac’s cock through the material of his bright blue briefs. He’s hard as steel already, and it’s no surprise. Not after the night he had.
“Has it been torture?” I ask, slipping his pants down his legs. “Needing to be fucked so badly you kept this inside of you while you waited?”
Isaac whines as I find the base of the toy hidden beneath his underwear. I rock it gently, watching his eyes slam shut as he battles to keep it together.
“Needed…it,” he pants out. “You’re fucking huge.”
“You think this will be enough? Could I slip it free and take you right now?”
He stutters out a groan that sounds tortured. “No. Not even close. I underestimated how damn big you are.”
I smile against his thigh before ghosting my lips up his cock again. “Do you have something larger?”
“Oh fuck.” He breathes in and out a few times before managing, “Shoebox in my closet.”
I slip back, heading that way. Isaac lets out a disbelieving huff as he catches sight of my backside.
“Your ass, Trevor? Please tell me your uncle didn’t do those.”
“Only the ones in more respectable places,” I assure him. “The rest were done by other artists from the shop.”
“You’re going to let me look at every single one,” he says roughly.
“Whenever you want,” I promise, finding the shoebox and bringing it with me back to the bed. Isaac is lying where I left him, his cock tenting his briefs and a flush spreading down his chest, visible even in the dim light of the room. “Just as you’ll let me map your freckles.”
He nods, swallowing as I set the shoebox down on the mattress. I lift the lid, finding an assortment of butt plugs and a bottle of lube.
“Did you buy these for me?”
Isaac blows out a breath. “Could you sound a little less smug when you ask me that?”
“My apologies.” I clear my throat, and Isaac’s lips twitch. “Did you buy these for my fucking huge cock?”
“Oh my God, do you have to remember every word I’ve ever said?”
“I doubt I’ll remember them all,” I say truthfully, slipping my hands over Isaac’s briefs. His breath catches as my thumb runs along his dick. “But it’s hard to forget the things you say to me, Red.”
“Jesus, Trevor. I’m trying to be mad at you for being such a smug asshole. You’re making it real damn hard.”
“I can feel that,” I murmur, cupping his cock. “Do your housemates always play music this late into the morning?”
Isaac tilts his head to listen, as if he forgot about the noise. “Sometimes, yeah. Why?”
“Just glad you’ll have the cover,” I tell him, tugging his briefs down and off his legs.
Isaac’s attempt at an affronted scowl falls away the moment I fit myself between his legs and run my tongue up his cock.
I had a feeling he’d be noisy, and I’m proved right as I take him into my mouth.
He’s salty but clean, so hard it has to be pain and bliss in one.
“Fucking hell, Trevor. Ah, Jesus.”
“Pure poetry,” I murmur before taking him back between my lips.
Isaac huffs a laugh that turns into a groan. He locks his heels together at the back of my shoulders, not subtle in the least about what he wants. Which is me between his legs like he asked for.
I knew he’d be a force once unleashed.
And the blaze has only begun.
I get acquainted with Isaac’s body as the man tells me precisely what he likes through action and sound, not to mention the occasional curse or hastily spoken words. “Ah, fucking hell. You’re gonna kill me.” And “Do you even need to breathe?”
I find he likes it when I pull back to tease him with kisses and light licks, even as he complains about it every second until he’s back down my throat. And when I trail my fingers to the base of the plug, adding pressure in a back-and-forth motion, his sounds turn frantic.
“Fuck, fuck. Trevor.”
I pop off his cock, kissing a path down to his balls as I tug the toy gently. His ass stretches to accommodate the width of the flared plug, a sight that has my gut clenching in the best way. “Look at you.”
He makes a helpless sound. “Are you one of those guys who likes staring at assholes?”
“Ones this pretty? I can’t help it.”
“It’s not—”
“Oh, it is,” I cut in, letting him swallow the toy before tugging again, watching it start to come free.
“It’s fucking beautiful the way you’re opening for me.
The fact that you want me at home inside you the same way this plug is, stretching you until it aches, fucking you until you can’t feel your fingertips or toes…
That’s a beautiful fucking thing, Red. So you let me call any piece of you I want pretty. Because it is to me.”
“Jesus, Trevor. I don’t think I can handle you getting poetic about my asshole.”
The amusement in his voice has a smile tugging at my lips.
I press a kiss to the inside of his thigh before clearing my throat lightly.
“Open, tender soul. Forget past and pain and things better lost. There’s light always waiting.
And my light for you comes without cost. I will worship, and I will praise.
And at the end when we’re recounting our days.
I hope, I hope, I know. You and I will still be us. ”
Isaac pulls in a shaky breath when I meet his gaze, eyes blue like the hottest flame. “Was that an allegory for fucking or love?”
“Yes,” I say simply, feathering my lips across his skin.
Isaac’s head drops back when I tug the plug all the way free, the give of his body remarkable.
I grab the next size up, flicking the top of the lube open so I can coat the toy.
Isaac’s heels dig against my back as I tease him with the tip of it.
“Trevor.”
The warning in his tone has me chuckling. “Yes, brat?”
“Oh, now I’m brat again?”
“Whenever you want to be, yes.”
He huffs, but there’s only heat in his eyes when he pulls with his heels like he’s trying to get me to move. “Fucking hell, your shoulders are massive.”
“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” I ask, pressing the plug further, up to its widest point.
Isaac’s cock jerks. “No. You’re fucking distracting. Would you…get that thing inside me already?”
“You swear quite a lot when you’re turned on. Did you know?”
“That’s what you’re focused on right now?” Isaac asks, sounding incredulous. “I think there are better things you should be—ah, fuck.”
“Mhm. Better?”
Isaac’s breathless moan has a smile tipping my lips. His body welcomes the plug easily, all but the base disappearing. I marvel at the sight as Isaac pants, sounding close to the edge.
“We’re not at the biggest size yet,” I point out, rolling the plug in place as I scoot higher, my breath feathering over Isaac’s cock. “So keep it together a little longer for me, would you, Red?”
“Smug…asshole,” he mutters.
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to a small freckle on the inside of Isaac’s hip before dragging my lips inward. His cock is leaking now, his taste strong as I run my tongue over top of him. “Pretty cock, too.”
His defense is only a whine.
“Every time I see your flushed cheeks, I’ll think about how your cock looks right this instant. Blush-red and wanting. Happy to have me near.”
“Would be happier if you…talked less,” he claims.
“Mm. I don’t think that’s true. Should we test it?”
“Oh Christ,” he groans, his heels digging against me again, urging me to move.
I lick up the length of his cock once before drawing back an inch, my hands smoothing around Isaac’s thighs to hold him tight. “Do you know what I thought when I first saw you, Red? In the deepest parts of me?”
His exhale sounds like a sigh.
“I wanted to bend you over that table in the library and draw your blush down every inch of your skin. From your cheeks to your toes, I wanted you painted red for me. Do you know why?”
He groans again, even as his cock leaks.
“Because I could see the fire in you, Isaac Newport. And I knew, I knew, witnessing you ignite would be a remarkable honor. Do you want to know something else?”
“What?” he asks softly, the word a breath.
“I was right. Tasting you is a privilege.”
Isaac moans as I lick a path across the precum smeared on his skin.
“Hearing your moans,” I add, eliciting another as I suck his cock into my mouth, rolling my tongue slowly before drawing back. “Feeling the heat of your skin. Finding new freckles to cherish. I could stay here an eternity, your willing devotee. And it would be a life fully realized.”
“Jesus, Trevor. You make a blowjob sound like communion.”
“Isn’t it?” I counter.
Isaac lets out a shaky breath as I take him back into my mouth, his thighs trembling and his balls drawn up close to his body. I suck him softly, too soft to bring him off, my hand finding the plug in his ass and pressing.
“Trevor, I can’t… You feel… God, keep doing that.”
I rock the plug again before giving it a gentle tug. “Do you remember what I promised when you gave me a kiss?”
“That you’d fuck me so good I forget what my legs are for,” he answers.
“Yeah, Red.” I pull the plug free, watching Isaac’s body stretch and stretch until the toy is clear. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”