Chapter 14
Trevor
Isaac looks blissed out, even with only three-quarters of my dick inside his body.
His words ring in my head, his declaration that he’ll fight for me making me want to hold on to him tight.
I don’t think that sort of admission is commonplace coming from Isaac. Yet he gave it freely. Vehemently.
I meet his movements, sliding myself further inside his ass, going slow so I can watch Isaac’s expressions. There’s a chance all of me will be too much for him to comfortably take. There’s a difference between enjoying my…generous endowment in theory and actually finding pleasure in it.
But so far, Isaac is showing nothing but absolute satisfaction.
Perhaps he was made for me.
I kiss Isaac’s cheek, his mouth, thanking him without words for putting his trust in me. His hands grapple with my back, soft panting breaths leaving him that I feel more than hear. His dick is hard, pressed between us, his hips shifting as he pleasures himself on my cock.
The moment my hips press to his ass, I tuck my head against his and take in a few measured breaths.
“Holy fuck,” Isaac whispers, his ass squeezing around me. “That’s…”
“Too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. Just rethinking the limitations of my body. That’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, Trevor. You’re unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”
I kiss the sharp plane of his cheekbone before lifting enough to take him in. My eyes travel slowly down his slim frame, over his slick cock, to the point where we’re connected. My own cock throbs, the sight of his body accepting my own one I know I’m not likely to ever forget.
“Do you know how good you look wrapped around my cock?”
“Jesus,” Isaac hisses. “Would you move already? Before I embarrass myself.”
“I bet I could make you come a third time,” I note, planting one hand on Isaac’s stomach before pulling nearly all the way out of him. He draws in a sharp breath, his subsequent moan as I sink back in with one fluid move making my chest erupt in flames. “Oh hell, Red. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He groans helplessly, apparently beyond words as I start fucking him in earnest, each glide smooth and slow enough I can enjoy the visual as I suss out what it is Isaac’s body needs amidst the flurried pleasure of what my own body wants.
I hold tight to his outer thigh, my other hand keeping him pinned to the bed.
He mewls when I snap my hips a little harder.
“Gorgeous,” I mutter, keeping at it, Isaac’s cries echoing the unfortunate squeak of his mattress. He did say he wanted his housemates to file a noise complaint.
Isaac either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about the ramping of his vocals, but each moan and breathy pant fuels my obsession with creating another.
I’m lost to the sight of him coming undone.
To the way his body has gone slack, as if he’s too far gone to muster the energy to speak or even move.
He’s taking everything I’m giving him. Beautifully. Ecstatically.
If this is what infatuation feels like, I understand it fully.
I bend down to kiss the freckles on Isaac’s chest. One near his nipple. Another by his collarbone. So many of them, and they all taste of him.
Isaac’s hands are in my hair again, the man holding on for everything he’s worth. His body seems nearly weightless as he bounces on my cock, his own dick hard and straining and leaking onto his stomach. I run my thumb through the mess and bring it to Isaac’s mouth.
His eyes flare wide as I rub his taste onto his bottom lip, but I’m there the next second, licking it away. Isaac doesn’t let me come up for air. He bites at my mouth as his ass starts clamping down on my dick.
He has to be close. His near-breathless moan confirms it. “Trevor.”
“Not loud enough,” I murmur.
Confusion flashes on his face for all of a second before it’s washed away into bliss, Isaac’s mouth opening as I rail into him harder, his body completely pliant and the man so drowned in endorphins I don’t have to worry about being quite so gentle.
I’m rewarded the next second with a groan so loud someone is bound to hear, regardless of the music that’s become nothing but a metronome to our fucking.
Isaac is right on the edge. I can feel it in the strain of his body. See it on the flush covering his skin.
I don’t just want him to come. I want him to know this is only the start.
“I’m going to find…every single spot on your body…that drives you wild,” I promise around choppy breaths. “Every spot you want kissed, licked, bitten, fucked. I’m going to learn…everything there is to know about you, Red. Every dream. Every desire.”
His eyelids flutter, his fingertips digging into my shoulders.
“Every way to make you come,” I vow. “And blush. I’ll learn every one of your kisses. Your moans.”
“Trevor.” My name isn’t audible, only a curve of lips.
“I’ll know you, Red. Because you’ll let me.”
He doesn’t offer argument, only opens his eyes enough to latch on to me firmly. “Learn what my ass feels like when you make me come for you, Trevor.”
I can’t stop the smile that twists my lips at Isaac’s demand, hoarsely spoken as it was. “Anything for you, brat.”
He moans, his bottom lip blanching as his teeth abuse the poor flesh.
I flit my eyes over his face, his reddened chest, the dusting of hair along his happy trail, his ass cheeks, pink from the slapping of my hips.
His hole, stretched around my cock, every inch of my dick nestled inside his body time and again as I fuck him closer to the edge.
He throws his head back when I wrap my fist around his cock. It’s immediate, the way his moans stutter and his body twists. His nails rake down my arm as he tries to find purchase. As he tries to anchor himself. But it’s no use.
The storm is sweeping him away, and I can only watch, rapt, as he flies apart at my fingertips, the most exquisite wreckage.
Cum coats his stomach in ribbons as his ass strangles my dick. I stay lodged deep, shallow thrusts as his body milks me, an invitation and demand in one. I can practically see the flames leaping up his chest, his throat, blazing in his eyes. It’s chaos, the most perfect kind.
And then…calm.
For one beat, two, the world is still. Serene and timeless. Peaceful in the way I suspected it could be.
And then I’m falling after him. A punch to my gut so heavy I lose my breath. Isaac’s fingers card through my hair as I spill into the condom, my hips jerking and my chest tight with an emotion I’m afraid to name. I have blissful seconds to catalogue all I’m feeling.
The clasp of Isaac’s body around my still-throbbing cock.
The gentle tug of his fingers reminding me he’s here. Here with me.
The heat of him beneath my palms, as comforting as it is reassuring.
The gentle ebb and flow of his breaths, filtering back into my hearing amidst the persistent bass of the music a few rooms down the hall.
Neither of us speaks for a moment, but Isaac doesn’t run from my gaze. The blue has quieted some, looking more like a pool than leaping flames.
He brushes my hair off my forehead, his own sweaty. “I think I understand now.”
“What’s that?” I ask, resituating some, although I have to remain bent to be level with Isaac’s eyes.
He continues brushing my hair, the strands falling each time he swipes them back. “Why you can’t do casual.”
“Not with you,” I agree.
“Because you have feelings for me,” he says softly.
“Yes.”
“A lot of them,” he adds, almost a question.
I run the backs of my fingers along his jaw, a hint of stubble there I can’t even see, light as it is and hidden away by his freckles. So many, many freckles. “It wasn’t just talk, Red.”
He nods, moisture in his eyes that he quickly blinks away. I don’t force him to face it, not right now. Instead, I lean back and occupy myself with securing the condom.
Isaac blows out a breath as I slip from his body, unable to help but slip two fingers inside him. He curses lightly, but he allows me my perusal as I work my fingers around gently.
His voice comes choked, an arm thrown over his face. “Don’t call it pretty. It’s an abused asshole.”
My laughter is a huff. It is pretty. Wet still from lube. So open I could slip right back inside him if I wanted.
“You’re thinking it,” he groans.
I kiss the inside of his thigh before slipping free. His asshole is abused, yes. But happily so.
“And now you’re smug,” he mutters.
I try to school my smile, but by Isaac’s amused eye roll, I’m not sure I manage it.
“No damage,” I tell him.
“Didn’t think there would be. Although I can guarantee I’ll be feeling you for at least a day, you Bruiser. My God, get that smile off your face.”
I place another kiss on his thigh before tying off the condom. I politely don’t comment on the tissue box placed on Isaac’s nightstand, but I do use one to wrap the condom before dropping it in his tiny trash can.
“How considerate of you,” he mumbles.
“I aim to please.”
Isaac’s eyebrow bounces up, even as his gaze drops down to my softening cock. “Yeah, about that… Nine-and-a-half inches?”
My chuckle is soft, Isaac’s expression put-out as he appears to be measuring my cock with the power of his sight. His eyes whip back to my face when I settle between his legs.
“One more thing to clean up,” I remind him.
He groans lowly as I move his cock aside, my tongue running over his skin. His stomach is warm, his skin soft as I gather every trace of his cum. Isaac watches from up on his elbows, content to let me do my thing.
He licks his lips reflexively when I make a show of swallowing. “Are you quite done?”
“For now,” I tell him. “Thirsty?”
Isaac looks temporarily taken aback. “Do you plan to fetch me a pail of water?”
“If you had a well, I would. As is, I was thinking I’d grab a couple glasses from your kitchen.”
He shakes his head a little, as if having to root himself in reality.
Is it that much of a shock, that I’d take care of him after fucking him so boneless?