Isaac #3
“Don’t flatter me,” he said in a strained voice that was either fighting off a laugh or irritation. I couldn’t tell which.
“That’s called a compliment,” I said with a chuckle, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock as I pushed one of his legs to the side to give me better access.
His breath caught as I leaned in, wrapping my lips around the head, tasting him.
His low moan shot another dose of anticipation through me as I sucked the tip gently.
It was exhilarating to be kneeling before someone and realize I wasn’t okay with it, or able to pretend it was okay.
No, I wanted this, down to the core of my being, which I hadn’t plumbed in a long time.
I would swear he stopped breathing when I finally bent forward, taking him past my lips and down to touch the back of my throat before I drew back and did it again.
There were a few tricks in my repertoire, but I thought it might be better to take things slow at first. There was a tension in Clay I hadn’t soothed yet, so it was probably better not to push him too hard.
It might just be that he was overly excited, but even if that was the case, I wanted to let both of us enjoy this before he popped.
So, I took my time feeding his cock into my throat, letting him feel and perhaps savor the feeling of easing into the grip.
His leg muscles flexed and held when I reached the base, my nose tickled by the meticulously trimmed hairs of his groin.
I held it there, looking up to see that he had leaned back to rest on his arms and stare down at me with that same conflicted expression of pleasure and hesitation.
The latter disappeared briefly when I swallowed once, then twice, forcing the muscles of my throat to work his dick.
That was the opportunity I was looking for, and I continued to take my time, even when I pulled back to suck on the head.
The purpose wasn’t to get him off; it was to give him pleasure and for me to enjoy myself as I pleasured him.
It was a reminder that one of the things that made me a good escort was that I enjoyed bringing other people pleasure, so it had been a natural fit.
Now, though, I was able to enjoy it simply for the enjoyment rather than any expectation or price tag hanging over my ability; I could simply tease this man to hell and back for the fun of it.
Which, it turned out, was a great deal of fun as I took my time, noting what worked and what didn’t.
He enjoyed it when I focused solely on the head of his dick, his legs trembling when I sucked on the underside.
He barely had any reaction when I played with his balls, but his eyes were always locked on me whenever I took him deep into my throat.
Something he seemed to enjoy a lot, but I could feel his feet flexing whenever I sat there with him embedded in my throat, flexing the muscles of my throat to squeeze and milk him.
When I intentionally popped off his dick with an audible noise, I grinned up at him. “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
He nodded, and I could see the uncertainty coming back as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shucked them off smoothly.
He was done so quickly that by the time I stood to take my clothes off, he was on his feet, helping me.
Shivers ran up and down my spine as I felt his hands move hungrily and eagerly over my body, like he was trying to map out every inch of my skin as he took my shirt off and undid the button of my pants.
I had only just managed to push my pants and underwear down before he was wrapping me close, kissing me fiercely again.
This time, there was more control as he pushed me down onto the bed with a soft sigh.
His weight and warmth pressed down on me, and another jolt shot through me when I felt his dick press between my legs, snug against my ass as he rutted.
He groaned, breaking the kiss and nuzzling my jaw and neck, kissing my skin reverently. “Isaac, I want to—”
“Fuck me?” I wondered aloud, chuckling when I felt his cock twitch against my ass. “I thought so.”
“I don’t…” He stopped, his voice wavering, and I waited rather than pushing him further. “I don’t want you to feel like...like you need to. Especially not because I’ve been...freaking out.”
It wasn’t so much a light bulb coming to life and casting everything into sharper relief; it was more like the sun coming up, casting away the shadows and dispelling the mist around me.
His hesitation hadn’t been about being too eager and fearing getting off too soon or even worries that he was doing his family a disservice by being with me.
Jesus, he’d been worried about me, about making sure I wasn’t doing this because it was a habit, or because I felt I should do it for his sake.
Smiling gently, I took one of his hands and brought it down to wrap around my dick.
“This? This isn’t because I have to, or because I pity you.
This is because I’ve been attracted to you since the moment I saw you, and yeah, it was kept in check because you didn’t know how to behave yourself,” I told him gently, waiting for his chuckle before continuing.
“But it’s always been there. I wouldn’t have chosen this on my own because I’m not taking advantage of someone, but if this is when you want it, I want it too. ”
He didn’t look completely sold. “You’re sure?”
“No surer than I am that you’re not doing this to escape your problems,” I told him softly.
His eyes widened. “What? No, I… maybe if you were someone else, but you’re not, and this isn’t… No. I mean, it’s bad timing, I guess, but no, I want you. Not sex with you, or well… Shut up, don’t laugh. I meant not just sex with you and… Stop laughing!”
I tried my best to muffle my laughter before I reached up and caressed his face. “I understand what you’re trying to say.”
“I’m not trying to forget. I can’t forget, but I’m not trying to run away by sleeping with you,” he added with a wince. “I’m doing it because being with you feels good, you make me feel good, and I want us to feel good together.”
“Then stop thinking so hard and just be in the moment with me,” I said, a little hypocritically, considering I had been in my own thoughts during all this. “We’re going to fuck, and then we’re going to see how we feel about that. But right now? Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
He grinned. “I’ll try.”
This time when he kissed me, it didn’t feel like he was on the verge of losing control.
It was as passionate and intense as before, but there was focus, intent in what he was doing as he held me tight and pressed his body against mine with renewed vigor.
His hands closed around my hips as he ground against me, his stomach pressing against my dick as his slid against my ass and teased the things to come.
He broke the kiss and planted one on my chin before tilting my head back to kiss my throat and down to my collarbone, where he nibbled and sucked when I made a soft noise of pleasure.
His attention continued down my body, and he finally got a moan out of me when he planted his lips on my hips and sucked gently.
He got an even more enthusiastic noise out of me when he sucked harder, and although part of me knew I would probably need to wear a shirt for a few days if he kept sucking like that, I didn’t care.
His mouth moved further south, and I shuddered when he pressed his face into my thigh where it met my groin, licking the sensitive, rarely touched skin.
My back arched when he closed his mouth over me and sucked gently, his hands on the underside of my thighs, pushing them up.
His mouth slid further down, and I gasped when I felt his tongue push into me without so much as a warning.
I almost laughed. The old ‘don’t give them a warning before you do something intense’ trick was one of my favorites; it was nice to be on the receiving end for once.
This was clearly not his first rodeo, and he was as meticulous as I had been blowing him as he pushed his tongue as deep into me as he could go.
My head lay back on the pillow beneath me as I felt him swirl his tongue, pushing against the muscles that instinctually resisted the invasion, but wouldn’t last long.
Nerves came to life as I felt his tongue push more, seeking the pattern and pressure that made me groan before he pushed his tongue deep again.
When his head popped up, I only had a second to mourn his absence before a cleverly slicked finger found its way inside, reaching deeper than his tongue and making me twitch in surprise. I smirked when his eyes flashed to mine, concern on his face.
“You’re kidding, right?” I said with a laugh as he scowled and pushed a second finger into me. “You’re not going to hurt me with a couple of fingers covered in spit shoved in without warning, give me some credit here.”
“I’m not going to assume anything,” he said with a huff.
“Someone is a little too used to the nervous, inexperienced guys he’s spent weeks hunting,” I said with a chuckle. “Where the hell is your lube?”
He blinked at me. “Just lube?”
I cocked my head. “And condoms, if you’re worried.”
“I’m not worried about you,” he said with a snort. “I mean, I’m sure you’re careful.”
“True,” I said, squinting at him. “And in the interest of not ruining the mood, I won’t comment on how you’re implying you’ve been reckless in your horniness.
But I’ll point out that I know an extremely recent health screening, including tests, has to be shown coming into the resort, every time you come here.
So even if we were worried, the chances of us having something would be next to zero. ”
“But never zero.”
“If you’re that worried about it, we can use a condom.”
He stared at me for a moment, then sat up, pulling his fingers out. “Actually, you’re ‘whatever’ about going bareback. Is that...you really not caring? Or do you want it?”