Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
The door clicked closed and he was still scrabbling with the reality he’d not noticed, until he was lifted effortlessly off the rug and thrown over Laken’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Hey!” Then the giggles bubbled out at the playfulness and he reached down to pinch the flexing ass as he was carted through his apartment.
“No pinching,” Laken growled in that raspy voice that made Isley’s thoughts flee.
Landing on his bed, he bounced once before Laken quickly divested him of his clothing with the same speed as Isley.
He was breathless and more than a little giddy with how Laken was staring at him.
“You didn’t seem to mind when I pinched your nipples,” Isley said coyly.
“You’re gonna keep bringing that up, aren’t you?” Laken asked resignedly.
“You bet, and I’m gonna see if I can do it again”—he gave him a wicked smile—“and again, and again.”
“You are a tiny devil,” Laken laughed, pulling on Isley’s bare ankles and effortlessly flipping him over onto his stomach. “But I know how to deal with devils.”
Gasping at the suddenness of it, Isley’s next words came out as a hissed moan when Laken ran his tongue down the crack of his ass, his beard tickling his sensitive skin.
Laken’s fingers were firm when pushing Isley’s thighs apart before that same frisky tongue touched his rim.
The facial hair rubbed against his ass cheeks, adding to the myriad of feelings.
Laken gave several flicks over the bud, testing—teasing a groan from both men.
Isley buried his fiery face into the cool cotton of his bedcovers, eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensations. No one had ever done this to him before, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about Laken tasting his slick.
Warm puffs of air tickled his flesh and Isley tensed. Was Laken staring at his asshole? Oh Gods!
“Yes,” he whimpered, despite his discomfort.
That frisky tongue lapped at him like an over-eager animal having a drink of water.
Each measured swipe of that thick tongue sent a scorching path straight to his cock, which leaked against the cotton he was currently touching to gain some much needed friction.
“Taste so fucking good.” Laken’s words sounded desperate and he tickled Isley’s rim with his hot breaths.
Laken's serious tone did all sorts of funny things to Isley’s heart.
The tip of that probing tongue prodded at the rim of muscle, not nearly enough to stem the need.
The small jabs drove Isley to rock back in desperation.
God help him, it wasn’t enough to assuage the want curling in his lower belly.
The rim stretched around the tongue delving deeper, and the burn and fullness was welcome, it just wasn’t near enough to match the ache that came from being on the receiving end of Laken’s single-mindedness.
“More. More. More,” Isley chanted mindlessly. “Please.”
He mewled, his back arching at the finger sliding in next to the tongue, his brain short circuiting.
The hungry noises Laken made ramped up his desire, building it into a twister that wanted to be set free as the probing tongue and finger worked in tandem.
The bedroom was filled with the slick sounds of Laken’s finger slipping deep with his tongue thrusts.
They resonated through Isley, forcing the twister to want to whirl faster.
When the tongue slipped free and a thick finger moved, seeking inside him, swiping over the soft sponge bundle of nerves, Isley threw back his head and cried out. His hips swung, back seeking more.
Isley desperately needed Laken to release the twister of achy feeling building momentum deep in the pit of his stomach and spreading through his limbs.
It left him untethered to the world, caught in the middle of the storm.
The only thing stopping him from flying away was Laken’s touch, and it was also that which enabled him to fly.
He canted his hips, mewling in distress at the sexual torment. His body was totally strung out as Laken dined on his ass. One finger became two with the wiggling tongue that moved in and out with the fingers, stretching him.
“Please, enough. Need you, Laken,” he sobbed, his eyes blurring with tears of need and his breath hitching as he struggled to control how his body shook. His skin was slick with sweat and a desire that unhinged him. “Now. Now. Now!”
“Fuck,” Laken breathed out shakily, the breath hitting Isley’s ass as the man stopped his torment.
Isley bit his tongue to stop him begging Laken to stick his tongue back inside and fill the emptiness.
His fingers curled into the sheet at the press of Laken’s chest hair touching the damp skin of his spine.
It rubbed deliciously as Laken surrounded Isley, the weight and press of his body a perfect cocoon around him.
Laken's lips brushed against his throat. “I got you. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
“Promise!” Isley hoarsely demanded at the throaty declaration.
“Always,” Laken replied solemnly.
When a large, possessive hand stroked down his flank to take hold, Isley groaned.
The crown of Laken’s dick touched the rim of relaxed, slick muscle, and he pushed in.
The pressure was welcome. It centered Isley in a way he couldn’t verbalize.
He craved a connection to Laken that couldn’t be separated.
He worked to not clench up, though the desire to do that came with each blessed inch slowly pushing in.
Laken had done a great job of prepping Isley, and his slick did the rest. But his size?
Fuck, the burn was glorious. All-encompassing, it spread like fire, fast and furious.
Drips of sweat hit his back as Laken’s thighs finally touched the back of his own. Laken’s bearded cheek pressed into the side of his throat, panting hard.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Laken rasped out.
“No, just you’re ginormous,” Isley gasped. He fought the urge to clamp his ass down on the throbbing hotness that was undoing him inch by glorious damn inch.
Laughter boomed out of Laken and his dick shifted and rubbed at the spongy nerves, sending Isley flying as if catapulted from a bungee.
Isley’s hips reacted to the provocation, corkscrewing to find the perfect angle to get what he wanted, again and again.
His hips danced to their own beat, his neglected dick dripping onto the bed.
His arms were shaking so badly, he wasn’t sure moving one to his cock wouldn’t have him face plant the mattress.
Laken’s laughter turned into cursed groans, the hand gripping his hip tightening painfully, only adding to the pleasure when Laken was struggling as much as Isley.
“Gods, if there was a heaven on earth, it would be your ass.”
The giggles came unheeded, and Isley tried to remember if he’d ever laughed during sex before. He couldn’t say he had, but this felt… amazing.
“I can have that put on my epitaph.”
More laughter groans skittered over his neck as Laken moved back in and tilted his hips, the crown of his dick hitting just right as his other arm slid under and took hold of Isley’s dripping cock.
The first stroke was firm, and his wrist did a twisty move under the head, touching the bundle of nerves under the crown, while he rocked, thrusting deeper with slow, precise moves.
Mere seconds and Isley was back to soaring, the bungee cord snapping back so fast his heart rocked in his chest, his ears ringing from the breathless ride as everything honed down to the touch of their bodies sliding against each other.
His ass clasping and squeezing, never wanting to let go of its prize.
“Want to knot you,” Laken rasped in an unrecognizable voice. “Want to do it, fuck. What are you doing to me?”
Isley nodded jerkily, his mouth too dry to speak, sensing this was something monumental. His animal marking Laken felt trivial to this declaration. Having never experienced this, Isley whimpered at the next deep thrust and the following stretching of his anus. Damn it burned.
He writhed and moaned, not sure he could take it.
“Shush, my love,” Laken murmured softly, kissing his ear. The hand stroking his dick increased in speed and distracted him as Laken’s knot grew impossibly bigger.
My love. He’s said it before and Isley didn’t want to get his hopes up. The endearment reflected Laken’s feelings, but it was hard when his heart was engaged fully. There was no room for anything but this man.
What was happening lower down meant focusing on what this all meant was impossible when the blaze in his ass erred on the side of being too much.
The pain-pleasure scale rocked precariously close to pain.
As if he’d projected his thought, Laken's mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along his neck, the large hand picking up more speed, the strokes lighter, teasing as his fingers loosened.
Isley thrust into the fist, all instinct chasing the divine feelings that were waiting there.
Chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Mouthing at the sweaty skin on the back of Isley’s neck, teeth grazed at the nape, not piercing skin but with enough possessive force to send Isley spiralling into the twister.
Laken released a tortured sound, his large body tensing.
Muscles quivered violently, but whether they were his or Laken’s, Isley was at a loss to say.
Cum scalded him in hot spurts, his cock jerking in time with Laken’s.
Their bodies become attuned to each other so completely, Isley’s eyes leaked tears of joy.
The heat and feel of it spreading deeper, as if seeking his soul, sent Isley free falling, the wild surge of pleasure sending him floating into oblivion. Had sex ever been this all-consuming before?