“Leave it,” he says. “This can be yours. Just yours.”
Isaac cleans the cum off my skin amidst his murmurs of, “So fucking hot,” and, “They’re going to think you’re beautiful, Trevor,” and, “God, I need you to fuck me.” He starts making a return path, heading for my dick, and I’m helpless to stop him, his tongue warm and soft and so very familiar.
“Red,” I croak again, his fingertips digging into my thighs. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for me to get you off.”
He drops his forehead to my leg for a moment, his breath panting hot against me. “Can you…”
I ease upwards at his unfinished request, urging Isaac back. Our positions reverse as he falls flat on the mattress, me straddling his hips. His stomach jumps under my fingers as I slide the hem of his shirt up. Freckled skin greets my eyes and my fingertips, Isaac lifting his arms so I can tug the material away.
He stays there, arms resting above his head, red hair splayed across my bedding, looking like what I imagine an incubus might. Too beautiful to put name to. Too tempting to ignore.
I drop my lips to his stomach as Isaac tries to grind against me.
“Trevor…”
“Feeling impatient, my beautiful brat?”
He huffs a breath, shoving my head lower without shame. “Yes. I am. I just had to watch you play with yourself, and now I want my turn.”
I chuckle against his skin, working his pants off. Socks, too. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
“Of course I did.Toomuch. That’s the problem.”
I tug his briefs free, my eyes trailing over his cock, lower…and I freeze. “Are you plugged for me?”
Isaac groans. “I didn’t know how long we’d have, and I wasn’t leaving here without something of yours in my ass.”
I put pressure on the plug, watching Isaac’s eyes fall closed and his head roll back. “It’s the biggest one you have.”
“Yeah, well, I have the biggest fucking boyfriend. Is it more than ten inches? It has to be, right? Ten and a half?”
I press a kiss to a freckle on Isaac’s knee before flipping him over. He yips, his body tense for only a second before relaxing. I toy with the plug as I map a path across the freckles on his back. Along his spine, over his shoulders, at the nape of his neck. All the while, Isaac shifts restlessly against the bedding, curses falling like an ode from his lips.
When I finally pull the plug free, Isaac nearly sobs.
I grab the lube again, plus a condom from my drawer. Isaac turns his face to watch me, his blush covering his skin like a slowly spreading wildfire. I roll the condom on, spread the lube, my cock barely having waned after my orgasm. Isaac gets his knees under him when I tug up his hips, and I take a moment to appreciate the offering before me.
“Oh God,” Isaac moans, turning his face back against the bedding, his voice coming muffled but still audible. “You’re staring at my asshole again.”
I pet his skin before slipping two fingers inside of him. “Gorgeous.”
Isaac’s protest peters into a moan. “Fuck me, Bruiser.”
Isaac makes a mournful sound when I pull my fingers free. But then I’m pressing against him with the head of my cock, and he sighs long and low. He turns his face to suck in air, his hands fisting the sheets. Two inches slide in with ease. Andthen four. Six. Eight. I don’t stop, bottoming out with my hips against Isaac’s ass, the sight of him spread on my cock an image I know I won’t be forgetting for a long while, if ever.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathes. “Did you get bigger?”
“It’s the angle,” I tell him, one hand on his ass cheek as the other smooths over his back, down his side, to his cock. I pump him slowly. “Tell me how you want it, Red.”
“I want you to make me come so hard I lose myself. Make me cry. Make me scream. Make me beg you to never stop and to make it end all in one breath. Let me get lost in you, Trevor.”
I ease out a breath, moving my hand to Isaac’s chest and tugging him upright. He pulls in a sharp breath, his back warm against my chest as I press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m going to turn you toward this wall, and you’re going to hold on until you can’t anymore, got it?”
“Ah, God,” he says, his hands immediately catching the surface when I spin him that way. “Fuck. You just want to mount me on your wall, don’t you?”
My lips twitch, my hands smoothing down his sides until I grip his hips. “Caught you.”
Isaac groans, half tortured, half bliss, the sound stuttering when I press as deeply as I can inside of him. His fingers flex against the wall, his breath panting out in short staccato bursts as I make him wait one beat, two. He curses, a muted, “Fuck.”
