“I don’t believe in gender preferences. More like equal opportunities.”
He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You do men as well as women?”
“I do whoever turns me on and consents.” Although that had only been Blair recently.
We walk inside the huge house, taking an entrance I only knew through the recce we’d done that morning. Isaac stayed besides me, tall and broad, his frame leaner than mine which spoke more of a runner than a lifter.
“How about you?”
A small smile touches his lips. Lips that now seemed to hold secrets more potent than alcohol.
“Men and women. I’m surprised you haven’t heard given what the rumour mill’s like.”
“Not something I give a shit about. But I think I understand something now.”
“What’s that?” He asks, but he knows what I’m about to say.
“Why you looked at me like you did when we were on the island.”
We stop near his room, secreted down a corridor away from the main reception areas. Private.
“How was that?”
“Like you wanted my cock in your mouth.”
“Or mine in yours.” He turns to me, his back now against a wall. Brown eyes and a pirate’s smile, one that knows the location of every diamond.
My cock twitches. It’s been a while since I’ve been with another man. I’ve been preoccupied with Blair and no other woman has turned my head. I’m not a cheat but I don’t pretend to not be a bastard.
“You have a preference?”
“Both. Tell me about Blair?”
“Is that why you’re warning me about Goldsmith? You want Blair for yourself?”
“You’ve already pissed all over Blair. How does she feel when she’s on your cock?”
I should hit him.
“Is she tight? Do you make her come easily?”
“Yes. Every time.” My voice is low, my head close to his. I rest a palm against the wall, boxing us in from anyone who should look down the corridor.
“Do you think about me watching you?”
“Yes. I think about what else you’d like to do.”
“To her or you?”
“Both.”
It’s then my mouth takes his and this kiss is different from the ones I give to Blair. This is rough and hard, a fight that neither of us will win. He tastes of beer and cognac and sex and even though I can’t feel him beneath my hands I know of the hardness that’s there, the quiet power he holds beneath the muscles and strength he’s earned from being outdoors.
His hand is on the back of my neck, holding me in place and his tongue enters my mouth first. It’s always different than kissing a woman.
Labels aren’t always right: the men I’ve fucked haven’t always been looking for anything but a release. I could’ve been just another warm body with a hole or something they could be filled by.
Isaac’s different.
