Chapter 26 #2
Isaac makes a mournful sound when I pull my fingers free.
But then I’m pressing against him with the head of my cock, and he sighs long and low.
He turns his face to suck in air, his hands fisting the sheets.
Two inches slide in with ease. And then four.
Six. Eight. I don’t stop, bottoming out with my hips against Isaac’s ass, the sight of him spread on my cock an image I know I won’t be forgetting for a long while, if ever.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathes. “Did you get bigger?”
“It’s the angle,” I tell him, one hand on his ass cheek as the other smooths over his back, down his side, to his cock. I pump him slowly. “Tell me how you want it, Red.”
“I want you to make me come so hard I lose myself. Make me cry. Make me scream. Make me beg you to never stop and to make it end all in one breath. Let me get lost in you, Trevor.”
I ease out a breath, moving my hand to Isaac’s chest and tugging him upright. He pulls in a sharp breath, his back warm against my chest as I press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m going to turn you toward this wall, and you’re going to hold on until you can’t anymore, got it?”
“Ah, God,” he says, his hands immediately catching the surface when I spin him that way. “Fuck. You just want to mount me on your wall, don’t you?”
My lips twitch, my hands smoothing down his sides until I grip his hips. “Caught you.”
Isaac groans, half tortured, half bliss, the sound stuttering when I press as deeply as I can inside of him. His fingers flex against the wall, his breath panting out in short staccato bursts as I make him wait one beat, two. He curses, a muted, “Fuck.”
And then I give him exactly what he asked for.
Isaac scrambles to find a hold that’ll allow him to push back on me before giving up entirely, his body going slack in my grip.
I keep him upright, his ass hot and slick and just loose enough I don’t have to worry about hurting him as I punch my hips again and again.
I listen to every breath that falls from his lips, every whimper, every slap of my skin on his.
The sight of my cock sinking so effortlessly into his body is as intoxicating as Isaac’s pleas for more, harder, right there.
When he starts losing purchase on the wall, I tug him backward, letting his hands fall to the bed. His head quickly follows when I fuck him harder.
He starts clamping down on my dick, letting out a cry when I circle his cock with a loose hold.
“More?” I ask, continuing to rut into him.
Isaac’s response is a garbled, “Ah.”
I slide my hand to the base of his cock and squeeze. “You said to make you beg, Red. I haven’t heard a single please or threat from your lips.”
He lets out a hearty, “Fuck,” his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white. “Gonna die.”
“You won’t,” I promise. “How long were you wearing that plug before you came over? Have you been aching for this all day?”
He moans, hand moving like he’s about to grab his dick before he remembers I have it in my grip. He gets another fistful of sheets instead.
“Did you enjoy watching me pleasure myself in front of you?” I ask, slowing down and sinking deep in one smooth, languid motion. I lean over him, hand planted near his head, my lips brushing his cheek. “Would you have liked watching someone else do it?”
He spasms around me, his entire body jerking. “Trevor, fuck.”
“Tell me, brat.”
He curses again, his hand finding my thigh and gripping tightly. “Yes, I’d like it.”
“Why?” I ask, fucking into him slowly, so slowly I can practically measure every inch.
“Because… You’re mine. And…”
“And what?” I prod, giving his cock a slow stroke when I’m certain it won’t push him over the edge.
He cries out, nails dimpling my skin. “And I like knowing other people want what’s mine.”
I kiss his neck, his shoulder, before pulling entirely out of his body. Isaac’s noise of protest quickly dies away when I roll him to his back. I hike his legs up around my hips and slide back inside of him fluidly. He looks up at me with frantic blue eyes, a little scared possibly, a lot hopeful.
I cradle his face in my hands, pumping my hips again and again and watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features.
“Say something,” he finally says, his voice a rasp.
I run my thumb over a freckle near his ear. “‘I would study.’” I lean down to catch his lips, soft and trembling. “‘I would know.’” I pull back to trace a path down his chest, freckle to freckle, a marker of the person uniquely him. “‘I would admire forever.’”
Isaac lets out a choked breath, the sound both aching and bright. “You’re quoting Emerson while you’re dicking me down?”
I bring my eyes back to Isaac’s. Blue amidst a sea of freckled fire. “Every word of it is true. I will learn all the parts of who you are, Isaac Newport. I’ll be so full of you, you’ll be every bit as much mine as I’m yours.”
Isaac lifts his hand to my throat, running the backs of his fingers down the column of my neck.
There’s a smile on his face. It’s in the way his eyes are shining.
In the quiver of his lips as he pulls in a breath.
“You’re going to kiss me now, Trevor Slade.
And you’re going to make me come. And you’re not going to doubt that I’m already entirely yours. ”
Chest warm and so very tight, I bring my lips to Isaac’s. He threads his fingers into my hair, his legs tightening around my hips as he grinds himself down on my cock.
I work up a quicker rhythm again, thrusting purposefully when Isaac makes it clear he’s prepared to do some damage to my hair follicles.
Our mouths never part, even when Isaac’s breaths start to shorten.
He kisses me with an open mouth, a “Please” slipping out amidst his peppered moans.
When fingers rake down my back, I wrap a hand around Isaac’s cock and stroke.
He comes in a wave, his back arching, his ass keeping me tight within his body, a groan preceding the swell and flooding of his cock. I work him through every aftershock, pumping my hips shallowly until I’m certain Isaac is coherent once more.
Pushing upright, I take in his disheveled appearance. The cum streaked across his stomach. The flush still riding his skin. His hair, flipping every which way and sticking to his damp forehead.
He’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus,” Isaac says quietly. “I can hear your thoughts.”
“And?”
“And,” he drawls, a smile quirking his lips. “Show me how a porn star comes all over his boyfriend.”
Puffing out a breath, I ease out of Isaac’s body. He stretches out as I strip off the condom, one thumb idly running over his own nipple and his other hand dragging slowly through the mess on his skin. I curse, working myself over, so close to the edge already I know it won’t take much.
Isaac sliding his hand down between his legs does it.
I paint his stomach, his cock, his thigh in my cum. It’s absolutely obscene the thrill I get from seeing him marked so thoroughly by us both.
Once I can breathe again, I drag my palm over his softening cock, imagining my cum seeping into his very skin. “Red.”
“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.
“Could you do me a favor?”
He purses his lips, trying to look affronted. “Does it involve me driving across town for a cake?”
“No,” I say around a laugh. I grab one of his hands, dragging his fingers back over the mess on his skin.
He’s not in my sweater, but it doesn’t matter.
The image is so near to the one I had all those weeks ago, back before I knew Isaac’s name.
When I jerked off in a sock for pay and imagined the redhead I’d met at the library looking at me the same way he is now.
Isaac understands what I’m asking without words. He lifts his cum-soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking two between his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
No fantasy could compare to the heat I feel scorching me from the inside out.