“Too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. Just rethinking the limitations of my body. That’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, Trevor.You’reunlike anything I’ve ever felt.”
I kiss the sharp plane of his cheekbone before lifting enough to take him in. My eyes travel slowly down his slim frame, over his slick cock, to the point where we’re connected. My own cock throbs, the sight of his body accepting my own one I know I’m not likely to ever forget.
“Do you know how good you look wrapped around my cock?”
“Jesus,” Isaac hisses. “Would you move already? Before I embarrass myself.”
“I bet I could make you come a third time,” I note, planting one hand on Isaac’s stomach before pulling nearly all the way out of him. He draws in a sharp breath, his subsequent moan as I sink back in with one fluid move making my chest erupt in flames. “Oh hell, Red. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He groans helplessly, apparently beyond words as I start fucking him in earnest, each glide smooth and slow enough I can enjoy the visual as I suss out what it is Isaac’s body needs amidst the flurried pleasure of what my own body wants. I hold tight to his outer thigh, my other hand keeping him pinned to the bed. He mewls when I snap my hips a little harder.
“Gorgeous,” I mutter, keeping at it, Isaac’s cries echoing the unfortunate squeak of his mattress. He did say he wanted his housemates to file a noise complaint.
Isaac either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about the ramping of his vocals, but each moan and breathy pant fuels my obsession with creating another. I’m lost to the sight of him coming undone. To the way his body has gone slack, as if he’stoo far gone to muster the energy to speak or even move. He’s taking everything I’m giving him. Beautifully. Ecstatically.
If this is what infatuation feels like, I understand it fully.
I bend down to kiss the freckles on Isaac’s chest. One near his nipple. Another by his collarbone. So many of them, and they all taste of him.
Isaac’s hands are in my hair again, the man holding on for everything he’s worth. His body seems nearly weightless as he bounces on my cock, his own dick hard and straining and leaking onto his stomach. I run my thumb through the mess and bring it to Isaac’s mouth.
His eyes flare wide as I rub his taste onto his bottom lip, but I’m there the next second, licking it away. Isaac doesn’t let me come up for air. He bites at my mouth as his ass starts clamping down on my dick.
He has to be close. His near-breathless moan confirms it. “Trevor.”
“Not loud enough,” I murmur.
Confusion flashes on his face for all of a second before it’s washed away into bliss, Isaac’s mouth opening as I rail into him harder, his body completely pliant and the man so drowned in endorphins I don’t have to worry about being quite so gentle. I’m rewarded the next second with a groan so loud someone is bound to hear, regardless of the music that’s become nothing but a metronome to our fucking.
Isaac is right on the edge. I can feel it in the strain of his body. See it on the flush covering his skin.
I don’t just want him to come. I want him to know this is only the start.
“I’m going to find…every single spot on your body…that drives you wild,” I promise around choppy breaths. “Every spot you want kissed, licked, bitten, fucked. I’m going to learn…everything there is to know about you, Red. Every dream. Every desire.”
His eyelids flutter, his fingertips digging into my shoulders.
“Every way to make you come,” I vow. “And blush. I’ll learn every one of your kisses. Your moans.”
“Trevor.” My name isn’t audible, only a curve of lips.
“I’ll know you, Red. Because you’ll let me.”
He doesn’t offer argument, only opens his eyes enough to latch on to me firmly. “Learn what my ass feels like when you make me come for you, Trevor.”
I can’t stop the smile that twists my lips at Isaac’s demand, hoarsely spoken as it was. “Anything for you, brat.”
He moans, his bottom lip blanching as his teeth abuse the poor flesh. I flit my eyes over his face, his reddened chest, the dusting of hair along his happy trail, his ass cheeks, pink from the slapping of my hips. His hole, stretched around my cock, every inch of my dick nestled inside his body time and again as I fuck him closer to the edge.
He throws his head back when I wrap my fist around his cock. It’s immediate, the way his moans stutter and his body twists. His nails rake down my arm as he tries to find purchase. As he tries to anchor himself. But it’s no use.
The storm is sweeping him away, and I can only watch, rapt, as he flies apart at my fingertips, the most exquisite wreckage.
Cum coats his stomach in ribbons as his ass strangles my dick. I stay lodged deep, shallow thrusts as his body milks me, an invitation and demand in one. I can practically see the flames leaping up his chest, his throat, blazing in his eyes. It’s chaos, the most perfect kind.
And then…calm.
