Chapter 5 #2
“Oh, I’m still fucking you against this wall.” Andrew swooped forward to tear Isaac’s pants the rest of the way down, captured him around the hips and lifted him—straight up the wall.
Instinctively, Isaac’s legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist, hands seeking his shoulders as he betrayed his surprise. He knew Andrew was strong but not this strong. He held him with no effort at all, easily able to position him, and then lower him just… so.
Isaac’s eyes fluttered, mouth dropping open, though no sound came out, only a shuddery sigh. The heat in his face increased as Andrew slid in deeper, so deep that Isaac’s brow furrowed, and his mouth fell open wider with each new inch.
Then they were moving again, a gentle thrust up, and up, Isaac bouncing against the wall, his jacket cushioning him, as his hands dug into the thick strands of Andrew’s hair.
He twisted his fingers in the dark locks, neck arching back, as he groaned through his first experience being wall-fucked lifted.
And then, when his head dropped forward again and his eyes met those of his sweet, yet so very dirty-minded nemesis, something…
shifted. He moved his hands to Andrew’s face and kissed him.
There shouldn’t have been anything extraordinary about it.
They were fucking in a dirty alley, still mostly dressed, hard and messy where anyone might see them.
A kiss shouldn’t mean anything. But when Isaac captured his lips, Andrew stilled, hips pausing in their constant motion.
Wrapped around each other, holding each other, even as they were so intimately connected, it was the connection of their mouths that resonated.
Because they hadn’t kissed since Christmas, Isaac realized, and that had been worlds different from this.
Everything slowed, but when Andrew began to buck up again, their hold on each other tightened. Their lips broke apart, though their heads remained close, breath gasping against each other’s mouths, hot and unsteady.
All at once, the tension broke like a winding clock, their eyes snapping apart as Isaac’s neck arched again with a particularly firm thrust. Andrew’s rocking increased and increased as they built toward an end.
The tender moment passed and faded, and while it still charged the air around them, the heat was back as they gave into their passions.
Their rhythm intensified, but the press of their bodies was the only thing giving Isaac’s cock any friction. He needed more. Something. Anything. Just—
“Did you turn off your radio?”
They both froze, Andrew’s eyes having fallen to Isaac’s earpiece, but there was nothing to say, because of course he’d forgotten about their audience once Andrew was prowling toward him like sex on legs.
“Riley can hear this?!”
“Don't mind me,” the filthy betrayer husked over the radio, loud enough that Andrew heard too.
Isaac’s eyes darted to the door to his offices, unsurprised but rightly enraged to see it open with Riley’s profile just barely visible.
Andrew turned to look too, but when his attention came back to Isaac, the same fury hadn’t emerged. “Better give him a good show.”
Their rocking renewed with a vengeance, Isaac moaning wantonly from the force of Andrew’s thrusts.
He’d thought Andrew knowing Riley was there would ruin it, and if it had, a mercy killing would have been completely justified.
But with Andrew on board, Isaac melted against him, not caring that someone was watching.
It was only moments later that Andrew came, but Isaac shuddered in frustration, because he wasn’t yet there himself.
“I got you,” Andrew said and pulled out of Isaac gently, only to lift him higher, until Isaac was basically sitting on his shoulders, and then he—fuck.
Andrew deep-throated him like the feat was nothing, barely leaving Isaac the sense to grip the low overhang of the fire escape above for leverage.
He moaned and swayed his hips forward, while his head and back fell against the wall.
Whether he was just that close, or the sheer insanity of how sexy this was overloaded his brain, he came with a cry, still stuttering his hips forward as his cock slid between Andrew’s lips.
They were both panting heavily when Andrew finally lowered him back to the ground. Isaac’s eyes went to Riley again, but Andrew raised a hand to his cheek to divert his attention back to him. He kissed him, and Isaac’s eyes flickered closed as his entire body sagged forward.
“He was listening the whole time?” Andrew whispered when they pulled apart.
“Forgot it was on. You were rather distracting.”
“True.”
“Do you mind?”
“An audience? Not as much as I thought I would. Kind of hot.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Riley called—loudly from the doorway instead of just in Isaac’s ear. “Bearing witness is much better than just listening in.”
They shared an annoyed look, and Andrew stepped back, tossing the condom away and pulling up his pants. Isaac took more time but had soon tucked himself away too.
"You tell anyone…” he warned Riley, who was no longer trying to hide.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Riley bit his lip as he eyed them both covetously. “And I thought the roof was steamy. If you ever want extra participants—”
“Don’t push it,” Andrew said.
Then he turned to Isaac, stepped in close, and whispered in the ear without the earpiece, “Your turn next time. You're going to turn in that wallet, right?”
“I will.”
“Meet up later? For the case,” he added hastily, a blush coloring his fair cheeks that seemed so silly after he’d just dominated Isaac against an alley wall with an impressive show of strength.
“Can’t wait,” Isaac said.
Andrew gave Riley a final reticent glance, who had the nerve to wave at him, and then headed out of the alley.
Isaac slumped against the wall, feeling blissfully sore and content.
“Does my insane jealousy over how hot that was in any way exempt me from whatever revenge you’re plotting?” Riley asked.
Gesturing with an irritated twirl of his finger, Isaac motioned for Riley to go back inside. “We’ll see.”