Chapter 5 Isaac #2
Being in love is a problem bigger than I anticipated.
It’s bleeding into everything, and as fucked up as it might be, I need this outlet like I need my next breath.
It’s a mad scramble on my part—or it feels like it—to get to the condoms and lube.
His hands are on my body while I’m reaching into my nightstand, giving me chills and making me want things I have no business wanting from someone I only just met.
I need to fuck, and I need to come. Then—maybe—I can form a coherent thought again.
Before I can even rip the condom packet open, though, he’s on me.
I don’t resist. Somehow, I saw this coming.
It starts with a parting of my ass cheeks and a kiss on my hole that makes me shout with surprise.
Then his tongue is in me, and his hand is between my legs, drawing my cock down between my thighs.
“I’m not—I didn’t—oh fuck that feels so fucking good.” I wind up with my face in the pillow, whimpering softly as he eats me out, and I try not to hyperventilate. No one’s ever done this to me before.
He starts with one spit-soaked finger and his tongue again. My legs jerk and shake as he licks and presses, licks and presses. I take a deep breath, hold it, and let him inside, fairly confident I cleaned myself well enough.
He moans when I grant him entrance, and suddenly an alarmingly intense amount of pleasure fills my pelvis. I suck half the pillow into my mouth on another gasp.
Oh shit. What is he doing to me?
“When was the last time this hole got fucked?” he asks even as I hear the crinkle of a condom packet near my ear.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to get control of my breathing. “I don’t—I never—” I’ve never been with a man like this. Have I wanted to be? “What’s happening?” I ask, even though I know damn well.
“You said you wanted a change of pace?”
“I did…”
“So do I. Let me take it from here, Daddy.”
“The fuck…?”
He laughs softly, and there’s a hint of wickedness in him that wasn’t there before. Have I been tricked? Am I being assaulted?
But when he tugs on my dick and puts his tongue inside me, the unholy moan I let out tells me my body doesn’t give a single fuck what he’s doing or why he’s here or what he wants with me. He’s going to get it.
“Turn over, Isaac. I want you to see this.”
“I swear to God, I can fuck you,” I say.
“I know you can, but let’s try something new together.”
Yes. Yes. This is exactly what I need. Something different. Something new. Something raw and real and maybe even rough.
I start to roll over, but he stops me when I’m on my side.
Behind me, he pulls his body flush to mine, one large arm wrapped around my middle and his face nuzzling my neck.
He nips at my skin and then my earlobe. I twist, and we’re back to kissing.
His tongue in my mouth re-centers me. The stars snap back into alignment, and I’m practically purring as I arch up against him, suddenly needing this too much.
Two lubed fingers touch my hole, and he whispers, “Let me back in.”
My body does, and shit—shit—I twist away from his mouth and bite into something—probably his bicep—as I adjust to what this feels like.
It’s an intrusion, certainly, and while it physically doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t feel great, but something inside me responds well to it—the fact that he’s inside me.
This large, gorgeous man wants inside me.
He’s wrapped around me, breathing against my neck, and it’s so fucking sexy, so hot, so emotionally satisfying, I press back for more.
“It’s the good kind of bad, right?” he asks in a low murmur.
“Yeah.”
He sucks at the skin behind my ear, and a third finger enters the chat, stretching me wide.
I groan shakily as I squirm to adjust. “Fuck.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No. I want you to do it.”
“Good.”
“Can I touch myself?” I ask.
“It’s your cock.”
“Kiss me,” I tell him, and yes, I realize I’m all over the place.
But he does kiss me. After he’s reduced me to a brainless mass of moving flesh, his fingers slide out of my hole, his tongue slips into my mouth, and then his cock is breaching my rim.
My cry is muffled as he kisses me deeper because he must know what an overwhelming feeling it is, and then he fills me. I cry out—a sound louder than I’ve ever made while in bed with a man. Wrapping my hand around my cock I jerk it back to hard.
“Jesus,” he breaks away to say, his forehead landing hard on my cheekbone.
“You’re—inside me—” I say in a voice so deep I barely recognize I’m the one talking.
He shudders, and I feel it in my bones. “Are you good?”
I nod. “Yeah. Yes—fuck—fuck me.”
The hand that was on my waist moves to my face, and he positions it to capture my mouth with his. He withdraws his cock slightly, and then with a plunge of his tongue into my mouth, he thrusts, rearranging my insides in a way that shatters my world with a single blow.
I tug frantically at my straining dick, rigid as fuck and not forgotten, but sort of an afterthought as he invades me from all sides. This is sex like I’ve never had before. Not only because I’m the one on the receiving end of his cock, but it’s so fucking intimate. Like—constantly.
Deacon is all-consuming. My heart thuds painfully in my chest. Yearning to get just one centimeter—a millimeter closer to him. Anything.
He’s slow with me in a way I don’t think I’ve ever gone slow with anyone.
Our bodies feel fused, moving as one. Our skin is sweat-slicked and hot—too hot.
Long minutes pass as I kiss him and adjust to him.
Eventually I let go of my cock, bracing my hand on the mattress instead.
He clutches and strokes every exposed part of me.
I find myself reaching back to feel the muscles of his ass as he pumps me full of his dick. He’s strong and fluid, sexy as hell.
As the beginner here, I’m helpless to do anything to get him off. I don’t have the skill or the wherewithal to know when to clench, or even how I’d manage it with something so large lodged so deep. I’m a panting, groaning mess, and I can’t find it in me to care.
“You want me to come?” he asks.
“Mmm….yes.”
“I’m really fucking close. You feel so good.
” His hand closes around my hip, and he kisses me again.
I return to jerking my cock as a low moan from him fills my throat.
His hips stutter through a few rougher thrusts, but it’s the sound of his pleasure that sets me off.
All my nerves fire, and cum shoots from my dick, then gushes over my still pumping fist. He breaks the seal of our mouths and moves to kiss my neck again, his breaths fast and harsh, his dick wedged somewhere near my diaphragm, thudding deep, deep inside me with his release.
I’ve adjusted to having him there, so I don’t rush him. I kiss the spot on his arm where I bit him, and when I catch my breath, I ask, “Daddy?”
He huffs. “I’m sorry. It slipped out. It’s what everybody at work calls you.”
My eyes fly open. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
I drop my head on his arm and groan. “Fuck me.”
“Mm…” he rumbles, running his hand up and down my sweaty abs. “Any time.”