“It’s my turn.” Andrew stalked closer to Ford at the back of the alley with all the husk and heat he felt saturating his words. “My turn to call the shots. Right?”
Ford didn’t make any move to back away, just pocketed the taser and wallet and tilted his head in startled delight. “Wherever and whenever you want me.”
“Here.Now.” Andrew seized his shoulders and spun him to slam him up against the opposite building. “I’m going to fuck you against this wall.”
ISAAC
IfIsaacknewfailurecould end like this, he’d chase the wrong lead more often.
“Left-hand jacket pocket, beneath the wallet.”
“Huh?” Andrew blinked at him, pupils already blown and cheeks flush from their run—and from seeing his ex, no doubt, though Isaac didn’t care what had brought this on, so long as he got what he wanted.
And this was definitely what he wanted.
“You heard me,” he said.
Still closely pressed into Isaac’s body, Andrew rummaged in his pocket and pulled out two very distinct items. “You carry condoms and lube in your jacket?”
“Experience told me to be prepared.” After the rooftop, Isaac knew better than to be, well, caught with his pants down. “I’d hoped to fuck you first, to be honest, but it is your turn to lead, and either way is fine by me. Your show, Andrew. Anything you want.”
Andrew rumbled agreement that pulsed something hot straight to Isaac’s cock. “Yeah... I like the sound of that. Eat brick, Ford. You're going to need the leverage.”
Shivering down to his toes, Isaac turned to face the wall. Ordering Andrew around was exhilarating, but taking orders was just as enticing when he was with someone he trusted, and whatever else there was between them, he trusted Andrew.
“Undo your pants.”
Isaac obeyed, feeling Andrew slide one hand into the back of his slacks and shuck everything down his hips. A few beats of anticipation passed before a slick finger found Isaac’s hole and probed intimately around its edges.
He pressed back against Andrew's hand, voice hitching with a cut off moan, when the finger breached inside him.
"Who knew you'd be so eager for it?" Andrew huffed against his neck, tugging the collar of Isaac’s jacket to place a kiss there that made him shiver again.
"Sounds like someone was looking forward to paying me back."
"You have no idea." Andrew’s long finger twisted so deliciously. It had been a long time since Isaac had felt flesh inside him instead of silicone.
The stretching was thorough but swift, trying to stay ahead of any dwindling adrenaline, and soon, Andrew added a second finger that caused Isaac to slam a fist into the brick.
“Better than a hand job?” Andrew asked.
“You enjoyed every minute of that.”
“I did. And I enjoyed touching myself imagining it was you just as much. How do you like feeling me again finally?” His hand pressed in more deeply, a twist of his wrist making Isaac gasp.
“Andrew…”
“I like you needy. What did you say that night? That sometimes people in charge like to be submissive, and the ones who never get to be in charge like being in control? I think I’m both, and so are you.”
“Yes…” Isaac pressed back hard into Andrew’s thrusts, careful not to rut against the brick in front of him. “I can take whatever you want to give me… obey every whim… but I’ll give just as good back.”
“I know you will.”
A deeper moan split from Isaac’s lips as Andrew plunged as deep as possible, teasing the tip of a third finger. Then he retracted, frantic in the removal of his own pants. There was the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, a click of the cap on the lube, and then the bottle dropped heavily into Isaac’s pocket.
“Wait until you feel the rest of me,” Andrew said and eased himself forward with a slow, searing press.
Isaac stifled a cry, loving how devious and self-assured Andrew sounded, spurred on by having him eat brick. As good as they fit together with him in charge, they fit just as well this way too.
