Max
I couldn’t takemy eyes off Isaac. Naked Isaac was a sight to behold. I had seen him shirtless only last night, but now he was standing in front of me completely naked, his blue-green eyes full of lust and framed by the soft curls of his hair, his smooth chest with the smallest happy trail leading down to a gorgeous, thick cock.
I sat on the bed and pulled him to straddle me, our bodies perfectly aligned. Isaac put his hands over my shoulders, tugging my hair ever so slightly.
“Every time you ran your hands through your hair today, it was like you were purposefully torturing me,” he said, pulling my head back, and from his height advantage by straddling me, he took my mouth. Isaac’s kisses were perfection, as though he’d been made to do this with me.
“I can’t seem to stop it around you. You just do something to me I can’t explain. I don’t know how I came to be here with you Isaac, but—” I said, but he silenced me when he reached for both our cocks and stroked us, putting just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck, Isaac. Oh, just like that. Fuuck!”
I fucked his hand, lost in the pleasure he was bringing us both. He wasn’t completely unaffected. Just looking at Isaac with his eyes closed and head pulled back was unfurling a need that was building up and threatening to take me over.
Just when I thought we were about to come undone, Isaac stopped moving his hand and slid off my lap. I groaned. He encouraged me to scoot up the bed before he straddled me again, this time on my knees, and I knew what was coming. It still didn’t prepare me for the feeling of Isaac’s mouth around my cock. He didn’t skirt around it, no kisses or licks around the area. No, he went straight for it, and this confidence was sexy as hell on him.
His eyes were darker as they met mine and so full of need, I would have given him anything. When he asked me to take him, I was more than happy to oblige, even if I now had serious doubts about how long I would be able to last.
I left the bed for a moment to grab a condom and a packet of lube from my wallet. When I walked back, Isaac was lying on his back where I had been moments before. I stopped for five seconds, admiring the view, seeing Isaac getting more impatient with every second that passed.
“My turn,” I placed the two packets on the bed and used my hands and mouth to tease Isaac to the point where he was as worked up as I was. It was looking like I’d be coming shortly after being inside Isaac, and I was going to need him to be right there with me.
“Max. Please,” Isaac mewled. “So. Close.”
This was it. I could wait no longer. I pressed my lips to his for a quick, but searing kiss before I pulled his knees up to his chest, leaving him exposed to me. He looked fucking gorgeous. The evidence of his urgency showed when he grabbed the packet of lube and started prepping himself for me.
“God, Isaac, that’s so hot.” I couldn’t take my eyes away from him, his flushed skin, or his hole as he fucked himself with his fingers.
When I stroked myself to the sight of him, I realized I was meant to be getting myself ready for him, too.
As soon the condom was on, all bets were off. Isaac pushed my hands away and directed my cock toward himself.
“I need you so bad. Please, Max.”
I pushed in, my head feeling the tight heat of Isaac’s body. It felt so exquisite, I had to halt for a moment to stop myself from coming as much as to allow Isaac to adjust to my size.
We were both breathing heavily, and for a brief moment, I panicked. Isaac had been in the hospital less than twenty-four hours ago. Should we be doing this?
“Max,” he put his hands on my chest. “I’m okay, promise. I need you to keep going. Please don’t stop now.”
I nodded and tried to go a bit deeper, slowly at first, but Isaac wanted more and started moving under me, his eyes on where we were joined together.
I grabbed Isaac’s hands, lacing our fingers and holding them above his head as I pummeled in and out of his body, first painfully slow and then picking up speed. Isaac was moving with me, our bodies in complete synchrony, as though they were made for each other in a way I hadn’t experienced before.
“Max, I’m so close,” he cried, and I was right there with him, so with a slight shift of my hips, I started hitting his prostate. Isaac was moaning something incoherent as his orgasm hit him hard and fast, permitting me to let go into the best, most toe-curling, body-shaking orgasm of my life.
For a moment, I couldn’t move as aftershocks hit my body. It was then that I realized my body had been waiting for Isaac all my life, craving something it didn’t know was possible. Now it knew. I knew.
“Best. Christmas. Ever,” Isaac said, breathing heavily from exhaustion and the weight of my body on his.
“Ho ho ho,” I chuckled before I kissed Isaac and regretfully withdrew from him and disposed of the condom. “I think we need a shower.”
“I agree. Then we need to check out that cookie dough. It’s been calling my name for the last twenty minutes.”
“Liar, your mouth was busy twenty minutes ago.” I stalked toward him
“Fine, two minutes then.” He jumped off from the other side of the bed.
“You were not thinking about cookie dough when you were—”
“Was too.” He stuck his tongue out while striding past me toward the bathroom. “Last one in the shower bottoms next.”
Well, in that case, I was taking my time. The cookie dough was in my future and hopefully soon after that, so would Isaac.
