For one beat, two, the world is still. Serene and timeless. Peaceful in the way I suspected it could be.
And then I’m falling after him. A punch to my gut so heavy I lose my breath. Isaac’s fingers card through my hair as I spill into the condom, my hips jerking and my chest tight with an emotion I’m afraid to name. I have blissful seconds to catalogue all I’m feeling.
The clasp of Isaac’s body around my still-throbbing cock.
The gentle tug of his fingers reminding me he’s here. Here with me.
The heat of him beneath my palms, as comforting as it is reassuring.
The gentle ebb and flow of his breaths, filtering back into my hearing amidst the persistent bass of the music a few rooms down the hall.
Neither of us speaks for a moment, but Isaac doesn’t run from my gaze. The blue has quieted some, looking more like a pool than leaping flames.
He brushes my hair off my forehead, his own sweaty. “I think I understand now.”
“What’s that?” I ask, resituating some, although I have to remain bent to be level with Isaac’s eyes.
He continues brushing my hair, the strands falling each time he swipes them back. “Why you can’t do casual.”
“Not with you,” I agree.
“Because you have feelings for me,” he says softly.
“Yes.”
“A lot of them,” he adds, almost a question.
I run the backs of my fingers along his jaw, a hint of stubble there I can’t even see, light as it is and hidden away by his freckles. So many, many freckles. “It wasn’t just talk, Red.”
He nods, moisture in his eyes that he quickly blinks away. I don’t force him to face it, not right now. Instead, I lean back and occupy myself with securing the condom.
Isaac blows out a breath as I slip from his body, unable to help but slip two fingers inside him. He curses lightly, but he allows me my perusal as I work my fingers around gently.
His voice comes choked, an arm thrown over his face. “Don’t call it pretty. It’s an abused asshole.”
My laughter is a huff. Itispretty. Wet still from lube. So open I could slip right back inside him if I wanted.
“You’re thinking it,” he groans.
I kiss the inside of his thigh before slipping free. His asshole is abused, yes. But happily so.
“And now you’re smug,” he mutters.
I try to school my smile, but by Isaac’s amused eye roll, I’m not sure I manage it.
“No damage,” I tell him.
“Didn’t think there would be. Although I can guarantee I’ll be feeling you for at least a day, you Bruiser. MyGod, get that smile off your face.”
I place another kiss on his thigh before tying off the condom. I politely don’t comment on the tissue box placed on Isaac’s nightstand, but I do use one to wrap the condom before dropping it in his tiny trash can.
“How considerate of you,” he mumbles.
“I aim to please.”
Isaac’s eyebrow bounces up, even as his gaze drops down to my softening cock. “Yeah, about that… Nine-and-a-half inches?”
My chuckle is soft, Isaac’s expression put-out as he appears to be measuring my cock with the power of his sight. His eyes whip back to my face when I settle between his legs.
