“Damn, Red.” The man’s voice is wrecked, but he still manages to remain steady. “I was right. It’s beautiful the way you’re taking me.”
“An inch maybe,” I combat.
Trevor doesn’t seem to mind my snark. He only smirks. “Shall we make it two?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before slipping further forward, the slow stretch as infuriating as it is divine.
“Beautiful,” he says again, a hand stroking over my leg, his ink such a stark contrast to my skin.
I want to tell himhe’sbeautiful, but I can’t seem to find the words. Not when every ounce of my focus is on the sensation of his dick steadily making a home inside me.
“You’re taking me so well, Red, just like I knew you would.”
“Do I get…a medal?” I pant, Trevor’s hand skipping along my cock as he presses further.
“How about a verbal commendation?” he says, sounding so serious I huff a laugh. “Isaac Newport, devout scholar, possessing a keen mind and a particularly accommodating ass. Capable of just about…anything he sets his mind to.”
“Trevor,” I groan, a burst of pleasure radiating out from the center of me when he wraps a hand around my cock and strokes. He pulls his hips back only to press more of himself into me, and my toes curl involuntarily.
Trevor goes on without missing a beat. “Achievements include having a witty retort for every occasion, being absolutely irresistible, and feeling so damn good I’m not sure how I’ll ever leave his body.”
“I feel that good?” I ask, stuck on that part.
Trevor inches out a tiny bit before gliding back in again, the slow, shallow fucking setting every one of my nerves on fire. “Red, you feel like you were designed to take my cock. Every inch of you is silk, gripping me better than any cocksleeve is capable. Asses like yours are the reason men go to war.”
I can’t help the smile that twists my lips, even as Trevor does his level best to reduce my brain cells to mush. “Are you saying you’d fight for me?”
I’m unprepared for the intensity in Trevor’s gaze. He leans over me, nearly blotting out the lamplight, those dark eyes of his holding me prisoner. “You would be a battle worth waging, no matter the cost.”
I draw in a breath, fairly certain no one should be capable of such veracity while fucking another man senseless. Especially when said fucking is so slow it has no right to feel as brain-meltingly good as it does.
But Trevor isn’t like other men, is he? I knew that from nearly the start.
Locking my fingers in his hair, I tug him down until his lips are pressed to mine. He kisses the way he does everything. Earnestly. With intent.
When he draws back half an inch, I shift my hips to take more of his massive cock. “Trevor. You won’t be fighting alone.”
Chapter 14
Trevor
Isaac looks blissed out, even with only three-quarters of my dick inside his body.
His words ring in my head, his declaration that he’ll fight for me making me want to hold on to him tight.
I don’t think that sort of admission is commonplace coming from Isaac. Yet he gave it freely. Vehemently.
I meet his movements, sliding myself further inside his ass, going slow so I can watch Isaac’s expressions. There’s a chance all of me will be too much for him to comfortably take. There’s a difference between enjoying my…generous endowment in theory and actually finding pleasure in it.
But so far, Isaac is showing nothing but absolute satisfaction.
Perhaps hewasmade for me.
I kiss Isaac’s cheek, his mouth, thanking him without words for putting his trust in me. His hands grapple with my back, soft panting breaths leaving him that I feel more than hear. His dick is hard, pressed between us, his hips shifting as he pleasures himself on my cock.
The moment my hips press to his ass, I tuck my head against his and take in a few measured breaths.
“Holy fuck,” Isaac whispers, his ass squeezing around me. “That’s…”
