Chapter Twenty-Eight
Anticipation made Julian’s skin feel hot and tight all over as he turned onto his stomach, spreading his legs apart. His cock throbbed under him, desperate and needy, leaking precome into the pillow under his hips.
Isaac’s hand on his thigh held him in place, the callus across his palm a rough contrast to the gentle touch, the gentleeverythingthey’d shared so far tonight.
“This is a good look for you,” Isaac teased from behind him, his thumb pressing into the flesh of Julian’s ass as he kneaded it slowly. The pressure alone was enough to make Julian squirm, and he’d spent so long so close to the edge tonight that he was almost afraid even the lightest touch would tip him over.
His brain almost shut off as Isaac’s cock pressed against him, hot and thick and perfect, so close to where Julian so desperately wanted it that he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering.
Isaac’s hand moved to his back, smoothing the heel of it along Julian’s spine. Rhythmic strokes to match his breathing, each one sending a cascade of pleasure down his spine, the heat of it pooling in his belly.
Julian’s toes curled as Isaacfinallypushed inside him, his breath hitching at the initial stretch, the sudden fullness as Isaac inched his way inside with agonizing slowness. Pushing in a little way, waiting for Julian’s breath to hitch, and then pulling out to the head before trying again, working himself inside.
Stars burst behind Julian’s eyelids when Isaac shoved in to the hilt in one fluid motion, his thighs tensing up with the urge to rock back, beg for more.
It’d been a while since he did this, and he couldn’t evenbeginto remember why now.
“Fuck,” Julian gritted out, somewhere between a sob and a command.
Behind him, Isaac chuckled. “Yes, sir,” he said, rocking his hips once, making Julian bite his lip as he rocked into him, brushing against his prostate like he had a goddamn roadmap to it.
Of course Isaac was good at this. He was good at every damned thing else.
Laughter bubbled up in Julian’s chest at the thought of that, escaping him in stilted gasps as Isaac began to move in earnest, setting a pace that threatened to leave Julian coming all over himself way too fast.
He wanted to last through this. Wanted to memorize the shape and feel of Isaac’s cock inside him, learn the weight of it, revel in the heat. It felt so damnedgoodto have Isaac like this, so impossibly close, clearly, unmistakably aroused.
“Isaac,” he gasped, lungs burning with the effort of drawing a breath as Isaac thrust into him, speeding up just a touch now.
Isaac’s hands went to his hips, pulling Julian up onto his knees, and Julian went with him eagerly, crying out at the new, deeper,betterangle of Isaac’s cock, at the way he couldfeelit inside him like this, clench his muscles around it and make every stroke seem harder if he wanted to.
And he wanted to. He wanted Isaac hard and fast andhis, claiming every inch of his body starting from exactly where he was now.
“Harder,” he gritted out, desperate for Isaac to give him what he wanted. His head pounded with need, belly hot and tight and balls heavy, his orgasm building at the base of his spine.
Julian could feel his cock leaking, a heavy bead of precome tickling its way down the length before dripping off, and sweat following in tiny rivulets down his thighs that left his skin prickling and oversensitive, too hot to bear much longer.
A whimper escaped him as one of Julian’s hands moved from his hips to his shoulder, his fingers curling around it and holding him in place firmly, strong muscles more than capable of pinning Julian down if he wanted to.
That was about a thousand different kinds of hot, and Julian would have other uses for Isaac’s strength some other time.
Right now, he liked it exactly as it was being used—to hold him in place while Isaac’s hips pounded against him, every thrust bottoming out as deep inside Julian as it could possibly go, the solid weight of Isaac’s body making him shudder with every thrust, his knees slipping further apart as he pushed himself back and silently begged for more.
Better still was the tender touch of Isaac’s thumb against the back of his neck, rubbing tiny, soothing circles even as Isaac sped up to a pace that made Julian gasp for breath, every thrust leaving him winded, his head getting light as he struggled to get enough oxygen into his lungs.
That single, little touch told Julian how loved he was, how important, that Isaac wasn’t just fuckinganyoneright now.
He knew that, of course, but Isaac’s thumb was burning it into his heart so he could never forget. That tenderness was his, his to keep, just like Isaac was.
Julian let his head hang between his shoulders and his eyes fall closed, the muscles of his stomach twitching as Isaac’s other hand moved away from his hip and splayed over his belly, touching him just as lightly and gently as he was at his shoulder.
A low moan tore out of Julian’s throat, his teeth digging deep into his lip, right on the verge of tasting blood.
Dammit, Isaac wasgood.
His back arched toward the mattress as Isaac curled his fingers around his cock, thumb sweeping over the head, spreading precome and the remainder of the lube to slick the way, leaving Julian sliding easily between his fingers, just enough friction to pull him toward the edge.
The familiar, telltale knot of pleasure right in the pit of his guts made Julian moan aloud, no longer interested in holding back. He wanted to come, and he wanted to comenow, and Isaac was going to make him.
