“Nope. You’re gonna have to work harder than that.”
Shadrach rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “Brat,” he murmured. “I’ll make it up to you later, killer, don’t you worry.”
“Make it up to me how?” he asked, eyelids fluttering innocently.
Shadrach’s fingers curled around his thigh, sliding up the in-seam to rest obscenely high. His pinky grazed Isaac’s groin, and Isaac held his breath as he guided the car through an intersection.
“Do you remember that big thing in the dungeon that was shaped like an X?” Shadrach asked.
He fully intended to have Isaac on that thing in the near future, arms and legs spread wide. Shadrach could already taste the sweat on his skin, the salt of his tears. The light would hit his beautiful body just so, highlighting the planes of freckled muscle. He wanted to hear the rattle of the chains as Isaac came undone, trembling in his restraints as Shadrach guided him over the edge.
Isaac bit his bottom lip, cheeks pinking.
“Y-Yeah.”
Shadrach grinned at the telltale stutter.
Shadrach leaned in, lips grazing Isaac’s ear. “I’ll let you decide whether you face toward it or away from it,” he crooned. “But once I get you on it, you’re not getting off untilI’msatisfied.”
Isaac shifted, the bulge obvious beneath his jeans, and his forearms flexed with tension. The car swooped into the Rink’s craggy parking lot, and the GPS chimed, “You’ve arrived at your destination.”
He wasted no time, throwing the car in park so he could reach over and haul Shadrach toward him, crushing their mouths together. Shadrach laughed into it, slipping his tongue inside Isaac’s greedy mouth and sliding his hand up to feel the bulge of his thickening erection.
“You like that, huh? Like the idea of being chained up and at my mercy?”
Isaac grinned. His face was flushed. “More than I probably should.”
“No, no, no,” Shadrach said, cradling his face. “That sounds far too much like Hawley’s influence. There’s no such thing as liking somethingtoo much. And frankly, I love how much you want me, killer.”
He kissed Isaac again, long and slow and deep, and when they parted, Isaac didn’t immediately open his eyes, sighing in contentment. Satisfaction swelled in Shadrach’s chest, and he brushed his thumb against Isaac’s bottom lip. Isaac leaned in, chasing his mouth again. Shadrach obliged him, giving him soft kisses in the moonlight. It was sweeter than he expected—for either of them.
When they parted again, Shadrach smiled at the dopey, lust-drunk look on Isaac’s face. The rosiness on his face was creeping down his neck.
Shadrach brushed Isaac’s cheek with his fingers. “I love it when you blush.”
Isaac batted his hand away.
“Don’t be coy with me. I’m allowed to like it if I want.”
“Well, I don’t. It’s involuntary—and embarrassing.” He tried to pull away, but Shadrach reeled him back in.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I love it. It lets me know when I’m doing something right.”
“What?”
Shadrach’s expression turned wicked. “Oh, yeah. When youreallylike something, your face turns red.” He let his voice dip lower, growling and dark. “The other night when I had the spreader bar between your wrists and I entered your tight little hole so hard,” his fingers trailed down Isaac’s neck, collar, and chest, “you were red all the way down tohere. That’s how I know you fucking loved every minute of it.”
Isaac was panting, breaths grazing Shadrach’s lips with every exhale. His green-gold eyes fell to Shadrach’s mouth and stayed there, and then he leaned in slightly, eyelids fluttering.
“Welp, come on,” Shadrach said brightly, kicking open the passenger door and getting out.
Isaac growled, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his jeans as he followed.
Teasing Isaac was just too much fun.
Chapter 19
Isaac
