Chapter 23 Isaac #3
“It’s been days…nearly a week.”
“Is it different with me?” he asks, fingers still running up and down, bumping over the row of buttons.
“Different. Special. I’ve got a special thing for you.”
“It’s so weird being in your apartment. Like in the category of things I never thought would happen…”
Unable to resist the urge to touch him any longer, I place my hands on his waist. He sucks in a breath and flutters his eyelashes up at me. He lifts his chin, parting his lips, an invitation I immediately take him up on, giving him a slow, thorough kiss.
He wraps his arms around my shoulders and presses his chest to mine. I breathe him in, tasting every inch of his tongue. I hear him inhaling, too, and I love it. It makes it feel like he missed me.
“Mm…” I moan, dipping my head to break the kiss now that my dick is rock hard. “You’re good at that.”
“So are you. Incredible, actually.”
Gratified, my hands slide down to take hold of his ass cheeks and press my hard cock into his lower abs to make sure he knows what he does to me. “Baby, I miss you. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Want me to suck it?”
“Mm…fuck… We’re supposed to be talking.”
“We talked.”
We did, and he still wants me. I kiss him again, deeper, slower, harder. Using my grip on his ass, I grind our lower halves together. He starts using some of his hip moves on me, and after a few more seconds, we’re kissing as hungrily as we were yesterday in the park when I nearly came in my pants.
Wanting that minus the threat of premature ejaculation, I lift him up.
He wraps his legs around me so I can walk us over to the bed.
I sit and put him on my lap, facing me for once.
We really should iron out some details. I need to know what he’ll tolerate and what he won’t, but before I can verbalize anything, he’s kissing me again and working my lap like a fucking pro. I’m helpless.
I don’t think twice about sliding my hand down the back of his pants and digging my fingers into his muscled flesh. “Give me a chance, and I will breed the fuck out of this ass.”
“Mm…yeah…take your cock out.”
He’s serious, and I’m elated. He lifts off my lap to give me room to undo my pants and free my erection, which I quickly do.
“Oh, damn,” he whispers when he sees it. “Almost forgot how pretty.”
Before I can respond, he’s on his knees between my legs, gripping my shaft and wrapping his mouth around the leaking head.
He sucks hard on my cock, and I brace my hands on the mattress, dropping my head back at the white hot pleasure lashing through me, tensing all my limbs and forcing me to gasp for breath.
He rubs my thighs while he blows me. He and Deacon are so good at this.
Tonight, Evan’s mouth feels magical. He slurps and sucks and plays until I want to shove my cock down his throat, and then he swallows me to the root. All I can do is lie back and bear it.
“Evan, don’t make me come. You just got here.”
He changes nothing for a few torturous moments before he pulls off and jerks me several times. He flips his hair out of his face and looks up at me with puffy, pouty lips and hooded eyes. “But I want to.”
A shuddery exhale escapes me, and I find myself glancing at the open door.
He glances over his shoulder, too. No one’s there, but it’s almost like Deacon has just entered the bedroom and taken a seat between us.
We stare at each other a long moment as his strokes on my cock slow down. The look in his eyes is hesitant. “Don’t stop,” I say.
“I should,” he says even as he rises to his knees and advances. I lie back as he takes his pants off, revealing no underwear and his own pre-cum slicked cock. He holds his hand under my chin. “Spit.”
I do. Twice.
He reaches behind himself and closes his eyes as he gets himself ready for me. “You wanna breed me, huh?”
“I do. I want inside that perfect ass.”
He spits in his own hand and wets my cock again before putting it into position. “I assume you offered because you know you can’t give me anything I’ll need to be treated for?”
“Not unless you can get pregnant.”
“Don’t ever say that word around me again,” he says. “But it’s worth a try, right?”
My brain goes fully offline. “Fuck yeah.”
He sits back on my bare cock. It’s a rough, tight entry that rips a shout from my chest. Evan adjusts, swiveling and bouncing a few times before he seats himself fully, then he leans over me, kisses his way from my neck to my jaw and finally tugs my lower lip between his teeth.
I lift my head, grab his ass, and start to fuck.
Would I prefer more lube? Yes, this isn’t as smooth as I’d like it to be, but it feels fucking incredible. Rough and raw and weirdly romantic for us.
Because he’s kissing me. Finally. They’re not deep intimate kisses, which would be impossible at the pace we’re moving, but the near constant presence of his mouth on mine, the occasional brush of his tongue, the nips on my lip—it all makes a difference.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers.
“So fucking good,” I agree.
“Are you gonna fill me up with so much hot cum?”
“Jesus.”
Warmth covers my balls, and they stretch impossibly. I whimper, wondering what the fuck he’s doing to me now.
A moment later, Evan yelps and freezes in place.
I open my eyes to check his face, and he’s looking over his shoulder.
The sight of Deacon’s dark hair just beyond the supple curve of Evan’s ass precedes the next deep pull on my balls. I come hard with no warning while Evan hyperventilates.