Max
For a moment earlier,our conversation had taken a serious turn, and I wasn’t sure I was able to deny Isaac any information. I didn’t want to talk about my past, but I felt in my bones that I would be incapable of lying to him, so when he’d ended the conversation with that kiss, I was immensely grateful. And now I also wanted more than just a kiss.
Seeing my predicament, Isaac left the bed to dispose of the dinner plates and bring us dessert. He grabbed the cookie dough bag, and when he turned around, there was a beautiful crimson color washing over his skin and he was half-hard under his boxer shorts.
Isaac sat cross-legged in front of me and started taking out the small jars from the bag, so I held his chin up to make his eyes meet mine. He blushed even more.
“Why is the cookie dough making you blush, Isaac?” My face was only a few inches from his.
“Oh, erm… it’s not,” he shrieked. “I mean, it’s cookie dough. Why would it—”
I interrupted him with a kiss that made him melt against my lips.
“Tell me,” I coaxed.
He sighed, and for a moment, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, but then he spoke. “Earlier, when we were in the cab, I had a slight fantasy about you spreading the cookie dough on me and licking it clean.” The words rolled out of his mouth quickly, and the volume of his voice decreased as he finished the sentence.
I groaned and grabbed Isaac’s hand, placing it where he could feel the effects of his words. His eyes opened wide with the understanding that what he said wasn’t embarrassing. In fact, it was hands down the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, and my body was in complete agreement.
I opened the small jars and lined them up next to me.
“We’re going to play a game. I need you to close your eyes until I say you can open them,” I explained. “Open your mouth.”
Isaac obeyed, and I fed him a spoon of chocolate-chip cookie dough.
“Mmmm, this is delicious.”
Using the same spoon, I smeared a small amount of the same flavor on his left shoulder blade and then licked it clean. Isaac shivered when I blew over the patch of skin I had just licked.
“I agree,” I said.
Isaac still had his eyes closed. His arousal was visible all over his body. His skin was beautifully flushed, and his erection didn’t lie; he was enjoying this.
“That was chocolate chip. Can you guess this next one, Isaac?” I followed the same procedure, taking my taste from his right shoulder blade. This time, I bit him lightly.
“Fuuuuck.” Isaac squeezed his erection through his boxers, unable to contain himself.
“None of that.” I slapped his hand. “Flavor, Isaac.”
“Peanut butter, chocolate chips, and something else I can’t tell,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“Good boy. It was marshmallow.”
We carried on with this game of me feeding him. I pressed Isaac back on the bed and tasted from his stomach, his nipples, his neck, and back up to his mouth. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
I was never going to be able to buy or think about cookie dough without getting hard.
Unable to touch himself for relief, Isaac was delightfully frustrated.
“I need you inside me, Isaac,” I whispered in his ear as I sucked his earlobe. I wanted it more than anything, even though I knew it would be the final nail in the coffin, the discard of the last layer in my carefully wrapped heart.
“After what you did to me? I might just come from you looking at me.” He swallowed hard.
I placed myself on top of him. “Let’s have another shower, cool you down, and clean you up. Then you can fuck me three ways into Christmas morning.”
We did as I said, but we didn’t make it back to the bedroom. Thank goodness I had the foresight to take another condom and packet of lube to the bathroom with us, because as soon as we went under the spray of the shower, Isaac was on me like a starved man.
I was getting my own back with Isaac’s relentless kisses, bites, and touching. His hands were everywhere except where I needed it the most, my aching cock. He turned me around to face the tiled wall. The water was spraying all over my back. It felt like a double attack on my already sensitive skin.
