“Of course.” He gives my hands a squeeze before letting go and pushing himself up to sit. “I need out of these pants.”
I close my eyes and shake my head. “You can’t say shit like that.”
He grins at me. “And maybe a shower?”
“Fuck.”
“I haven’t shown you my shower yet, have I?”
“I’ve seen it,” I say.
“You don’t want the tour?”
Tucking my cock back into my underwear, I sit up, too. My hair is all out of place. I push it off my forehead with both hands and give him a look. “Yeah, I’ll take your tour.”
Hours later,we both reach the point where we can’t possibly go again. Like me, Isaac is nearly insatiable. All his words and moves are designed to seduce, and his body is made to make me erupt. He’s rock solid—in perfect shape, and he’s got this tight ass that serves as a perfect springboard for my hips to bounce against.
He’s hyper-responsive, and that’s something else I can’t say I’m used to. The majority of the hook-ups I’ve been part of have been with people as fucked up as I’ve been at the time. Sober sex has me on a hair-trigger, and the multiple, often hands-free orgasms he manages to have while I’m pounding his ass are such a fucking turn-on.
He’s as hooked as I am—or at least it feels that way.
“Spend the night,” he tells me while I’m wiping lube off his ass with a towel.
Isaac is naked, lying on his stomach in his very comfortable bed. It’s after midnight, and the urge to leave is equally as strong as the urge to do exactly as he says.
“I have this whole morning routine,” I tell him.
“What’s that look like?”
“Wake up at five. Work out. Shower, get dressed, make my lunch, get to the BART station on time.”
“Every day?”
“Every day,” I say.
“Even when you’re up past midnight?”
“Every day,” I repeat.
“What if I wake you at four-thirty and send you on your way?”
Four-thirty sounds painful in a way five does not.
“You don’t like sleeping alone?” I ask.
“I’m perfectly capable of sleeping alone,” he assures me. “But if I don’t have to…”
“I admit, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here.” It’s an unguarded admission—the kind I seem prone to making with him.
“You’re keeping me company. Right?”
“Sure.”
“And I’m keeping you company.”
I nod as I chew on my lower lip. There’s something he mentioned the first night that probably needs to be addressed if we’re going to hook up again. “This person you’re in love with,” I begin. “What’s that about?”
He groans. “It’s a long story. I’m not proud of it.”
