And then I give him exactly what he asked for.
Isaac scrambles to find a hold that’ll allow him to push back on me before giving up entirely, his body going slack in my grip. I keep him upright, his ass hot and slick and just loose enough I don’t have to worry about hurting him as I punch my hips again and again. I listen to every breath that falls from his lips, every whimper, every slap of my skin on his. The sight ofmy cock sinking so effortlessly into his body is as intoxicating as Isaac’s pleas formore, harder, right there.
When he starts losing purchase on the wall, I tug him backward, letting his hands fall to the bed. His head quickly follows when I fuck him harder.
He starts clamping down on my dick, letting out a cry when I circle his cock with a loose hold.
“More?” I ask, continuing to rut into him.
Isaac’s response is a garbled, “Ah.”
I slide my hand to the base of his cock and squeeze. “You said to make you beg, Red. I haven’t heard a single please or threat from your lips.”
He lets out a hearty, “Fuck,” his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white. “Gonna die.”
“You won’t,” I promise. “How long were you wearing that plug before you came over? Have you been aching for this all day?”
He moans, hand moving like he’s about to grab his dick before he remembers I have it in my grip. He gets another fistful of sheets instead.
“Did you enjoy watching me pleasure myself in front of you?” I ask, slowing down and sinking deep in one smooth, languid motion. I lean over him, hand planted near his head, my lips brushing his cheek. “Would you have liked watching someone else do it?”
He spasms around me, his entire body jerking. “Trevor, fuck.”
“Tell me, brat.”
He curses again, his hand finding my thigh and gripping tightly. “Yes, I’d like it.”
“Why?” I ask, fucking into him slowly, so slowly I can practically measure every inch.
“Because… You’re mine. And…”
“And what?” I prod, giving his cock a slow stroke when I’m certain it won’t push him over the edge.
He cries out, nails dimpling my skin. “And I like knowing other people want what’s mine.”
I kiss his neck, his shoulder, before pulling entirely out of his body. Isaac’s noise of protest quickly dies away when I roll him to his back. I hike his legs up around my hips and slide back inside of him fluidly. He looks up at me with frantic blue eyes, a little scared possibly, a lot hopeful.
I cradle his face in my hands, pumping my hips again and again and watching every flicker of emotion that crosses his features.
“Say something,” he finally says, his voice a rasp.
I run my thumb over a freckle near his ear. “‘I would study.’” I lean down to catch his lips, soft and trembling. “‘I would know.’” I pull back to trace a path down his chest, freckle to freckle, a marker of the person uniquely him. “‘I would admire forever.’”
Isaac lets out a choked breath, the sound both aching and bright. “You’re quoting Emerson while you’re dicking me down?”
I bring my eyes back to Isaac’s. Blue amidst a sea of freckled fire. “Every word of it is true. I will learn all the parts of who you are, Isaac Newport. I’ll be so full of you, you’ll be every bit as much mine as I’m yours.”
Isaac lifts his hand to my throat, running the backs of his fingers down the column of my neck. There’s a smile on his face. It’s in the way his eyes are shining. In the quiver of his lips as he pulls in a breath. “You’re going to kiss me now, Trevor Slade. And you’re going to make me come. And you’re not going to doubt that I’m already entirely yours.”
Chest warm and so very tight, I bring my lips to Isaac’s. He threads his fingers into my hair, his legs tightening around my hips as he grinds himself down on my cock.
I work up a quicker rhythm again, thrusting purposefully when Isaac makes it clear he’s prepared to do some damage to my hair follicles. Our mouths never part, even when Isaac’s breaths start to shorten. He kisses me with an open mouth, a “Please” slipping out amidst his peppered moans. When fingers rake down my back, I wrap a hand around Isaac’s cock and stroke.
He comes in a wave, his back arching, his ass keeping me tight within his body, a groan preceding the swell and flooding of his cock. I work him through every aftershock, pumping my hips shallowly until I’m certain Isaac is coherent once more.
Pushing upright, I take in his disheveled appearance. The cum streaked across his stomach. The flush still riding his skin. His hair, flipping every which way and sticking to his damp forehead.
He’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
