“All right?” I check.
He nods before shaking his head. Trembling slightly, he grabs my hand and pulls me off the dance floor.
We weave through the crowd and down the hall where the restrooms are. There’s a line, but it’s only a couple minutes before a door opens, and we’re next up. Isaac pulls me after him into the private room, earning a wolf whistle from someone behind us.
He shuts and locks the door. “Is there something wrong with me? That I found that so…”
“No,” I say at once. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Isaac. You’re allowed to find that hot. You’re allowed to feel any way you want about it.”
He blows out a breath, his eyes finding mine. “You said, earlier… I want…”
I palm his cock, and Isaac hisses. “You want your cock in my throat?”
“Yes,” he says on an exhale, his head thunking against the wall. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I lift the hem of his shirt so I can see the color I know will be blooming across his skin. My thumb follows the path up his stomach, over soft muscle and a smattering of freckles.
I drop to a crouch, and Isaac curses.
“Were you imagining what that stranger would look like in my place?” I ask. “With me in yours?”
His stomach shudders as I pop the button on his jeans.
“Would you enjoy that, brat? Watching someone else get a taste of your property?”
“You’re not—”
I shift Isaac’s hand to my throat as I lower the zipper on his fly. His mouth snaps shut, and he swallows heavily.
“You own me,” I tell him truthfully, leaning forward to nuzzle the bulge beneath his underwear. “So tell me, brat. How would it feel to loan me out?”
His hand slides up to the side of my face as he draws in a shaky breath, his cock hard as steel as I slip him free. I run my lips up the side of his shaft, down again, use my tongue on the journey back toward the head.
Isaac’s other hand flexes on the wall, even as his eyes never look away from my face. “I’d feel powerful,” he says at last. “Because I know the minute I said enough, he’d be gone. If I said no, he’d be gone. If I wanted to watch him gag on your cock, you’d let him. For me.”
I take him between my lips, one hand sliding up to his chest to toy with his nipple beneath the fabric of his shirt. He goes on without my having to ask.
“And after, when you’d come back to me, I’d have you fuck me so good there’d be no question about who you belong to. Because we fit. You and me.”
His breath stutters as I drag on his cock, suction strong. Fingers slide into my hair, Isaac’s grip tight as he flexes his hips, moving himself along my tongue.
“Fuck. And you’d tell me, Trevor. Every time, you’d fold me in your arms and tell me you’re home. Because I—”
Isaac cries out as he shoots across the back of my throat, arching off the wall as I help hold him steady. His cock throbs one more time as he pushes lazily into my mouth, his breath a harsh pant amidst the dull throbbing of music through the walls. His fingers curl in my hair, his eyes meeting mine as I let his cock go.
His voice is so quiet I nearly miss it. “I’d be your home. In my wildest fantasies, that’s what I want.”
My heart clenches as I lift myself off the floor, Isaac’s taste on my tongue. I kiss him as hard as I dare. Someone pounds on the door, but the noise is easily ignored.
I run my thumb over Isaac’s neck as his tongue flicks against mine. “You and I could build a whole forest.”
I can tell by the furrow in his brow he doesn’t understand. But the pounding starts up again, and I let Isaac go with a sigh. I tuck his cock back into his pants before heading to the sink to wash my hands.
“Wait,” he says. “What about you?”
I catch his gaze in the mirror. “It can wait.”
“No, no, I can…” Isaac frowns slightly before testing a crouch. His mouth only reaches the midpoint of my thigh. Grunting, he stands. “You’re too fucking tall.”
Chuckling, I dry my hands and cradle his face. I press a kiss to one corner of his mouth and then the other as someone yells outside the door. “We’re out of time, Red. Later.”
