Chapter Twenty-Nine
Isley
Isley got the one remaining brain cell that hadn’t relocated to his dick to make sense of what Laken wanted. He rooted in his leather coat, grinning widely when he found the keys. “Here!”
Laken took them with an unsteady hand as he moved Isley onto his left hip, not putting him down.
He had never been carried around by anyone before, or not like this.
It was like Laken couldn’t bear to be parted from him.
Laken didn’t need to worry, Isley wanted to stay right where he was, forever, if given the chance.
In his rush, Laken hadn’t bothered to put his denim jacket back on and Isley could see the pulse fluttering at the side of his throat.
Resting his head on Laken’s shoulder, he licked a strip up the side of his neck, tasting the paint powder and salty skin.
His tongue came to rest against the rapid pulse and he swore he could taste Laken's need.
A groan tore from Laken, sounding anguished when Isley nestled closer to suck hard enough to mark. A primitive urge he didn’t deny himself when nothing was going to stop him doing all the things he’d imagined—once they were inside his apartment.
“Fuck, Isley, you aren’t making this easy,” Laken growled.
The animalistic rumble sent skitters down Isley’s spine, lodging them in his ass, which clenched in anticipation. His slick scenting the air and the idea of stopping simply didn’t enter his head. His lips and teeth worked the skin of Laken’s neck, wanting him to lose that tightly held control.
As they tumbled through Isley’s front door, Laken seemed to lose the ability to hold them both upright. They landed in a heap of limbs, Laken rolling so that Isley landed on him. Perfect.
Pushing up the paint covered T-shirt, Isley followed his hands with his mouth, kissing, licking and tasting the planes of Laken’s washboard stomach, tracing the muscles as they quivered against his lips.
He noted each hitch, whimper, and mewl Laken released as he ran his hands through the wiry chest hair, going for the pink nubs buried in the thick pelt.
The puckered nipples firmed to sharp points at the slow twist.
“Fuckk… Christ… just like that,” Laken moaned, chest heaving with each tug and twist. Laken’s legs parted and Isley nestled between them as Laken dragged off his T-shirt, throwing it away.
Too short for their cocks to align, Isley felt the hard shaft against his chest. He could smell Laken’s pre-cum filling his nose with each inhale.
Potent and masculine, much like the bare-chested man quivering under him.
The wide expanse of his chest was covered in dark whorls that tapered down towards Laken’s belly button, disappearing under denim.
Isley wriggled higher, putting pressure on the cock fighting under denim, to clamp his teeth around one of Laken’s taut buds. He bit hard enough to cause a zing of pain, one that made Laken clamp his hands around Isley’s head, holding him in place. He likes a bit of pain!
Isley rubbed his nose in the hair, inhaling.
The body wash Laken favored with a hint of apples, the woody aftershave he wore and something darker and muskier filled his nose.
Testing the pain theory, Isley bit harder, not quite breaking skin but hard enough to leave teeth imprints.
He nearly got bucked off at the violent shudder wracking Laken’s large body.
His breath came in shallow pants. If it wasn’t for Laken’s hands on his head, he would have landed on the floor.
“Yes!” Laken rasped, the word itself almost sounding painful as Isley transferred his attention to the other nub, his fingers going to the neglected wet, swollen nipple, twisting hard enough to make it burn.
“W-what a-are you d-doing to me?” Laken cried, eyes scrunched shut, large body bowing and tensing beneath him. Then came the shudders. Laken’s hips bucked as Isley registered what was happening. He scented cum on his next inhale and groaned at having achieved something he thought impossible.
His teeth released as he stared slack jawed at the man riding a body rocking orgasm.
Holy moly, I did that! Me.
A huge grin spread as he tweaked Laken’s nipples several more times until he sagged into the rug, a hot, panting mess.
His nipples were swollen and covered in deep red hickeys.
His eyes were glazed with pleasure, pupils so big they looked like fathomless black pools, And his hair was a tousled tangle.
Isley’s chest felt too small to contain all his organs at Laken’s shyness.
“You came gang busters!” he boasted, to give Laken a moment to recover and to enjoy having this effect on his boyfriend.
Not boyfriends, just dating.
That thought tried to steal the good feelings floating through him at making this man fall apart so spectacularly. Isley locked them away in a box to explore later and watched Laken drop an arm over his eyes, a blush spreading up his throat and disappearing under his beard.
“No need to rub it in,” he groaned.
Isley wasn’t one for doing adventurous stuff in the bedroom, but Laken inspired him and when a dirty idea roamed through his mind, he went on instinct. Moving onto his knees, he reached for Laken’s belt buckle, noticing the big wet patch on his paint smeared jeans.
“No, but what about licking it off?”
The arm covering Laken’s face shifted to behind his head.
If he’d shown a flicker of distaste, Isley would have laughed it off.
Laken rested his head on his folded arms, biceps bulging, aiming those fathomless pools of sexy intensity at Isley.
He shivered under their perusal, and Isley’s neglected cock twitched in his own damp underwear.
Laken’s nostrils flared, and he breathed deeply as if scenting Isley.
His underwear stuck to his ass with slick Laken’s look created as he watched Isley unbuckle his belt.
Opening Laken’s jeans, Isley tugged them and his underwear down his legs, freeing the cum smeared cock.
It remained semi-hard and lay nestled in a patch of dark hair.
The girth and length, even not fully hard, was impressive.
The deep pink crown glistened, and Isley leaned in to swipe his tongue over it.
The saltiness and something more earthy and exclusively Laken hit his taste buds, and he was addicted.
They groaned together as Isley made quick work of removing Laken’s sneakers and socks to get his jeans off.
He wanted him naked to find what else made this man whimper.
“Take off your clothes,” Laken demanded when Isley moved to kneel between his thighs still clothed.
Isley shook his head, and Laken’s eyes narrowed.
There was something decidedly empowering about being the one dressed.
In control. He stroked his hands over the muscly definition of shapely calves that spoke to Laken’s favored sport activities; running, cycling, and swimming.
He did iron man contests for fun, and Isley, who had thought it was a waste of energy, changed his mind.
His chest was broad, but it slimmed down to narrow hips and long athletic legs made for running.
“You have a beautiful body,” he murmured, stoking, touching and feeling the firmness beneath the springy hair covering his limbs.
More blushing, and Laken licked his lips, those dark eyes watchful, but he didn’t speak.
The cock nestled in a thatch of dark hair thickened and extended as if seeking Isley’s touch.
The silence was filled with small gasps and panting breaths while Isley took his time.
For now, he bypassed the bobbing cock, shifting his weight to allow for ease in running his fingers back over Laken’s chest. He relished the springy hair that caused sensitive darts of pleasure to run through his fingertips, which he hadn’t noticed earlier in his haste.
Trailing fingertips down the grooves on either side of Laken’s hip bones, giving him that sexy V, his gaze remained fixed on Laken.
In turn, Laken watched Isley with an intensity that he gave to everything that was important to him.
“I could do this for hours,” Isley murmured softly, almost frightened to break the hypnotic spell that had fallen between them.
Isley had never felt this desire to please a bed partner.
To know another person’s body the way he knew his own.
To seek every place that made him moan, whimper and cry out as Laken was doing now.
“You’re killin’ me here.”
The low timbre of Laken’s voice was a sexy caress that tugged at Isley’s aching balls. “I don’t see how.” He gave a flirty smile. “You’re the one who got his rocks off from me just—”
Laken rose fast and Isley found himself flat on his back, a gasped giggle tickling his throat.
“I know what you did.” Laken lowered, pressing more of his weight on Isley’s erection, and thrust. “Now it’s my turn to see what turns you on.”
His voice was pure gravel, and it raked over Isley’s skin like a threat—a promise.
He shivered, eyes rolling into the back of his head at how Laken claimed his mouth.
A kiss of control that held Isley in its power.
His lips parted eagerly, and Laken took full advantage.
His tongue fucking deep, the movements timed to the hip thrusts.
Laken’s cock pushing down on Isley’s, the clothing separating them becoming an annoyance when Isley wanted to feel Laken against him.
“Naked… naked,” he gasped against Laken’s mouth, his hands trying to work between them to make it happen. Only they weren’t co-operating with how much the kiss was making everything feel like he was fighting through cotton wool.
He groaned in distress when Laken moved off him. “Why are you stopping?”
Laken walked to the door, and Isley blinked in confusion. Shit, they'd been making out on the carpet in front of the door where anyone could see.