I lean down, fitting my lips to his, smiling against the rush of affection I feel deep within my chest. Isaac inhales sharply when I wrap my hand around his cock, his groan following. Our lips break apart as I work him over, Isaac curling in on himself.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he mutters, clamping down on me hard.
When Isaac comes, he tugs me forcefully after him. It’s a kick in my gut. An overflowing wave of relief and love and pleasure that spreads through me like fire, Isaac the epicenter. He stutters out his own relief, both of us catching our breaths as we rest intertwined.
Eventually, I have to slip away to take care of the condom. Isaac lies still until I return, curling around him once again. Mynose rests in his hair, Isaac’s breathing calm as his fingers trail over the arm I have slung around his middle.
His voice, when he speaks, is quiet. “Was it okay for you, Trevor?”
I understand he’s asking about the scene. It was a first for us, even though this moment is one we’ve been moving toward for a long time. “It felt fine,” I assure him. “But it wasn’t this.”
He nods. “You were beautiful.”
My smile radiates outward. “Did you enjoy watching?”
“So much. I know it probably makes no sense, but I loved watching you with him. The way you moved, the way you looked, how you sounded. It made me desperate to have you back here with me.”
I kiss his cheekbone, his skin warm. “It doesn’t have to make sense to other people. Only us.”
“I know.”
“You’ll tell me if your feelings about it change?”
“I promise,” he answers. “And you’ll only do it as long as you feel comfortable.”
“Promise.”
He nods, his head rolling slowly against the couch. I kiss a freckle on his ear. Another on his shoulder. His arm.
“One day soon,” I say, an echo of words I gave him long ago, “I’ll have tasted every freckle on your skin. I’ll ask you then if I’ve given you any reason to regret putting your trust in me.”
Isaac’s hand tightens around my wrist as I press my lips to his neck.
“Do you regret it, Red? Trusting me?”
He lets out a slow breath, turning enough for me to see his face clearly. The sea on his cheeks. The freckles like islands I want to skip across. The cupid bow lips and haloed blue irisesI set eyes on for the first time just earlier this year. “I never will.”
I kiss him slowly, his lips a confirmation to his spoken promise. I remember meeting him beside a stack of cassette tapes. This fiery man I so longed to know.
I’ll never regret him, either.
We stay inside the private room for some time before reluctantly cleaning up and collecting our things. As we leave hand in hand, we pass a contractor in the entryway hanging a sign in neon-tube lettering.
Isaac’s lips quirk as he reads it. “Elite 8 Studios.”
“What can I say? You inspire me.”
The name came from the cheeky slogan Isaac spouted offhand for my once-theoretical business.Elite cocks for the everyday.
He raises a brow. “Eight inches, though? There you go again, being modest.”
“Eight inches is quite large.”
“Uh-huh. So what would you call yourself?”
I try to hide my smile. “Better than average?”
Isaac laughs loudly, his hair shining bright red under the sun as we step outside. His smile is wide, his eyes happy, and I’m overcome. Every piece of me, caught in flames.
