Chapter 21 - Isaac #2
His chest heaves under my lips as they reach one of his nipples.
I take it between my teeth, giving it a quick, sharp bite as I get his jeans undone.
My mouth continues to travel down, leaving kisses and bites along the way as I slide his jeans and underwear down his legs.
The moment his hard, leaking cock pops out, I lick up the bead of precum at the tip.
His loud, rumbling moan fills the room. “Isaac.”
I peer up at him, and his eyes snap to mine. There’s a beautiful, pink hue to his cheeks, and he appears unsure if he’s still allowed to call me by my name.
Hovering above him again, I brush my thumb lightly across his full lips. “I love the sound of my name on your lips.” His body relaxes until I give him a grin and add, “But you’re going to be calling me Sir here soon.”
Sitting back on my heels between his legs, I pull my Henley off and toss it aside on the bed. Jackson groans as his eyes rake over my body. I’m no Adonis by any means, but I do have a small home gym and like to keep in shape. I’m a little proud that he seems to enjoy that.
“May I please touch you, Sir?”
“Such a good boy for asking.” I slide my hands up and down his thighs, just needing the contact. “You may.”
He scrambles to his knees in front of me, and my cock jerks at his eagerness.
His nervous eyes meet mine as he places his palms against my chest before slowly dragging them down.
The touch of skin on skin is electric, sending pleasurable shocks through every cell in my body.
When it’s his tongue that’s licking its way up my abs, I swear I’m about to ignite.
“Everything about you feels so good, Jackson,” I say, already breathless, my fingers threading through his hair. “Now get that pretty mouth on my cock, sweetheart.”
That’s apparently all the permission he needs before tugging my sweats down past my hips. Once freed, my dick juts up, already leaking precum, desperately awaiting the promise of his warm mouth.
He wraps a hand around the base of my shaft, hesitating for only a moment before licking a hot path up my length.
I rake my fingers through his hair, barely resisting the urge to grab hold and slam into the back of his throat.
I’m aware this is his first time doing this, and it makes me want to treat him as though he’s precious.
Of course, that’s exactly what he is.
When his lips stretch around the head of my cock, the sensation and the sight of being inside his mouth has the effort of holding back turning into a raging battle.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping his hair just a little tighter when he hollows his cheeks and sucks me down. “I can’t believe I was missing out on this. I wonder if your ass will take my cock as well as your mouth does.”
The moan he makes vibrates all the way to my balls, and I let out a grunt as I thrust my hips forward.
Bringing a finger to his mouth, I push it inside with my dick, stretching his beautiful, full lips even further.
I have lube in my nightstand, but I’m not ready to leave the divine warmth of his mouth.
Once my finger is wet with his saliva, I run my hand down his back, teasing a finger through the crease of his ass until I reach his hole.
“I know how desperate you are to be filled,” I tell him as I circle his rim with my fingertip. “But don’t worry. I’ll fill this greedy hole until you can’t take any more.”
As I push my finger inside him, the muffled cry around my cock tips me closer to the edge.
“So fucking good for me.”
My voice is damn near a growl, a warning before the animal that makes the sound is unleashed. I thrust into his mouth while fucking him with my finger, quickly adding a second. I get swept away in a sea of tight heat and smooth skin and smothered noises.
When the flames licking at my spine grow hotter and my balls start to feel too tight, I pull out of him from both ends. He whimpers at the loss.
Tugging on his hair to tip his head back, I lean down to brush my lips against his.
“My good boy.” I swallow up his next moan with a searing kiss, driving my tongue inside his mouth to get a taste of me and him together.
Pulling back, I smirk. “But I do believe I promised you a punishment as well. Turn around.”
His eyes widen by barely a degree with how heavy they are with lust, and his movements are a bit sluggish and clumsy as he moves to obey. The moment his ass is facing me, I take it in both hands and knead it roughly.
“What’s your color, sweetheart?”
“Green, Sir,” he says without hesitation. “So, so fucking green.”
A rush of heat races through me, making me hum. “You did the research I told you to do?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you get off while doing it?”
He shifts on the bed and says, “A few times.”
I grin proudly. “Good boy. But from now on, you’ll ask permission if you want to come. Do you understand?”
He groans. “Yes, Sir.”
Letting go of one of his cheeks, I pull my hand back before smacking his ass hard. He lets out a cry as he pitches forward. I don’t stop at one, alternating my strikes between cheeks.
I know we’ll have to talk more about all of this, so I’ll go a little easy on him.
This time.
“I can’t wait to use a crop on this ass.”
He moans and buries his face into the duvet.
“Do you like the sound of that?”
He nods.
I spank him once, harder than before.
Raising his head, he cries out, “Yes, Sir!”
“That’s better.”
I smack him a few more times with my bare hand until his ass is a beautiful shade of dark pink. I love seeing that color on his skin, but what I really want to do is edge him to oblivion.
I part his cheeks, and my cock jerks at the sight of his tight, pink hole. Too fucking impatient, I waste no time getting my first taste. Leaning down, I swipe my tongue through his crease and swirl it around his rim until he gasps.
“Oh, fuck! Sir!”
The way he grinds his ass back against my face spurs me on, and I drive my tongue into his ass.
As I do, I reach beneath him to grab his cock.
It’s hard and leaks in my hand. I continue fucking him with my tongue as I stroke him, twisting my palm around his head and using his precum to slick him with on the way back down.
“Please, Sir,” he sobs, and I can practically hear the tears gathering in his eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
I remove my tongue, licking around his rim once more before saying, “You can come, Jackson. But just know if you do, I won’t let you stop. I’ll wrench more and more out of you until it’s pure torture, until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure.”
He whimpers, shaking his head. “No. Please.”
“Then you better not come.”
My lips skim over the pink skin of his left cheek. Unable to resist, I sink my teeth into the reddened flesh. He cries out, and his cock swells in my hand, leaking more precum. I soothe over the spot with my tongue before licking my way back to his hole, driving inside him once more.
I fuck him with my tongue. Stroke him with my fist. Test him. Edge him.
Just when I sense he’s close to either coming or collapsing, I stop.
“Good boy.” I give him one last smack against his ass. “On your back.”
He was definitely close to collapsing because that’s exactly what he does, crashing down onto the duvet before slowly rolling over. When he blinks up at me with shimmering tear tracks on his cheeks and fresh ones rolling down his temples, I forgive him for not responding once again.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir,” he says, his voice already wrecked.
“Good. Because those tears are so beautiful glistening on your skin.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He watches me with hooded eyes as I push down my sweatpants and kick them off the bed behind me.
Lying over him so I can open the drawer of my nightstand, I let my cock rub against his.
He groans and throws his head back as he thrusts up against me.
By the time I retrieve lube and a condom and sit back on my heels between his legs, both of our precum is smeared across his abs.
Tearing the condom packet with my teeth while maintaining eye contact with him, I take the condom out and roll it over my cock.
Then I pour a generous amount of lube over my cock and fingers.
While I stroke myself, I bring two slick fingers to his hole and slowly push inside, taking my time mostly to watch his reactions and soak up his noises.
He squirms, his moans and whimpers growing louder.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan as I stretch him open and add in a third finger. “This virgin hole is so greedy and sucking me in.”
“Fuuuck.” His eyes roll into the back of his head as I fuck him with my fingers. “Sir, Please. I need more.”
“Do you?” I ask as I nail his prostate, making him leak more precum. “I think you’re about ready to beg even more for it.”
He nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir. Please. Please, give me your cock.” He forces his eyes to meet mine, and there’s equal parts lust, need, and emotion swirling in their depths. “I want you inside me, Isaac.”
Warmth hits me right in the chest as I give him a smile and pull my fingers out of him. “I might make you beg for it, sweetheart, but I’ll always give you what you need.”
Lining up the head of my cock, I gradually push my way inside his tight, warm hole. Sweat beads at my temples with the effort it takes to hold back from slamming into him, but the look of pure bliss on his face is worth it when my crown slips past his tight ring of muscle.
I fall on top of him, my mouth finding his. My tongue licks at the seam of his lips, and he lets me inside on a gasp. Both the kiss and my thrusts start slow, making sure he feels every inch of me.
Then as I devour him with my mouth, I pull my hips back and drive into him as deep as I can.
His scream of pleasure tastes like carnal sin.
Reaching for his hands and lacing our fingers together, I slide them up the bed on either side of his head, pinning them to the mattress, using them as leverage as I rut into him.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, Jackson,” I tell him as I brush my lips down the column of his throat, my voice deep and breathless and creating even more heat between us. “Are you going to come for me? Show me how good I fill your greedy hole.”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Sir. Gonna come.”
The friction of our bodies grinding on his cock and mine buried deep in his ass is enough to have him reaching his climax.
His hands hold tightly onto mine as his body shudders beneath me and warm cum pulses between us.
His ass spasms around my cock, squeezing me tighter, and I’m fucking gone.
I thrust three more times, driving in so deep on the last one that I see stars as my release pours into the condom.
Even though we’re both panting heavily, I can’t help but want to kiss him again. So I do. But I keep it unhurried, a soft stroke of our lips as I continue holding onto his hands, this time not for leverage. I just want to hold him. Touch him. Never fucking let him go.
“Such a good boy for me,” I whisper against his lips before giving him one last kiss.
I pull out of him, trying not to let his whimper get me worked up all over again.
Removing the condom, I tie off the end and toss it onto the floor.
I’ll throw it away later because I’m not ready to leave this cocoon of heat and sweat and pleasure we’ve built ourselves.
I’m not ready to take my eyes off of him.
Jackson looks utterly wrecked.
Owned.
Mine.
Leaning my head down, I brush my lips against the heated skin of his stomach, sweeping my tongue through the valley of his abs, collecting some of his cum into my mouth. Then I kiss him again, another slow, lazy taste of his lips and his pleasure.
When I finally force myself to pull away, I pick up my shirt from the foot of the bed and gently wipe the rest of the cum off his stomach.
Lying beside Jackson, I pull him to me until his leg is draped over both of mine and he’s snuggled into my side.
He inhales a deep breath and lets it all out along with a, “Wow.”
I chuckle. “I agree.”
Holding him close, I trace little circles on his back. He sighs contentedly and places his hand on my chest, dragging his fingertips down. It feels as though he needs the contact as much as I do.
With my free hand, I reach for his, lacing our fingers together once more.
“I love your hands,” I say, brushing my thumb along the length of his. “They fit so perfectly with mine.”
He peers up at me, a brilliant, beautiful smile on his face, his emerald eyes sparkling. “I think we fit pretty perfectly too.”
“So do I.”
He holds my hand a little tighter, burrows into my side a little closer, and I find myself hoping he never leaves.