Isaac bit my lower lip, dragging me from my thoughts. He didn’t ask where I went, but I could see the question in his eyes.
“In the future, I’ll demand what I want,” he whispered. “For now, I want you to give me what you’re willing to give.”
The future. As in tomorrow or the next day. He wasn’t intimating that this was going to be over soon, and I wondered about that, even as I slid my hand down, wrapped my fist around the long, hard length of him. The man was well-endowed, his large body hard, firm, his cock in direct proportion. His thick shaft was velvety smooth, pulsing in my hand.
“I’m willing to give you everything,” I admitted, holding his stare.
I wasn’t sure why I said it aloud, but his reaction told me it was what he’d hoped to hear.
He leaned in, nipped my lower lip again. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”
A tsunami of heat slammed into me, my legs weakening even as his hand curled over my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. His palms cupped my head, his eyes focused on me. Only me.
I licked the thick crest, lapping the pre-cum pooling there, drawing a moan from deep within him. The rough sounds spurred me on, had me leaning in, taking his cock into my mouth. I leaned in, took him deeper. I was keenly aware of the pressure his hands had on my head. They were firm yet gentle, the complete opposite of what I’d experienced as of late. There was a reverence to his touch, an intimacy. This wasn’t merely about his ability to control me. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Suck me,” Isaac ordered. “Don’t worry about deep throating me yet. I just want to feel your lips on me.”
His hands were gentle, cradling my head, guiding me forward and back as his cock tunneled past my lips. I moaned, knowing he would feel the vibrations in his balls.
Words rasped from Isaac’s mouth, but I didn’t recognize the language he spoke. It gave me pause.
Isaac smirked. “It’s Irish. Means good boy. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I took the praise, storing it deep in an effort to hang on to it forever.
His hands, still gentle, tightened around my head. He held me in place, his hips pumping, pushing his cock in deep. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him in an effort to send him over. The look on his face would be one I thought about endlessly. Wild need and pure adoration were the only way to describe it. It shocked me to the roots of my hair.
“Suck me … fuck … too good…” He growled, rough, coarse words following as though he couldn’t quite let himself go. “Fuck … yes… Take all of me.”
He drove his hips forward, his expression changed as his cock pulsed in my mouth. I swallowed him down, breathing through my nose when he buried his cock in the back of my throat, holding my head firmly in place. When he stumbled back, Isaac reached for my arm. I got to my feet, fell into him when he jerked me forward. His mouth fused to mine even as he fought for air. His hands slid over me, almost desperate.
The kiss turned from a rapid boil to a slow simmer, but Isaac didn’t release me. He seemed content to touch me and I enjoyed the same.
A knock sounded on the door. “Breakfast won’t cook itself.”
Isaac pulled back, a small smile tipping the corners of his mouth. “He’s right.”
“Naked cooking,” I mumbled, stepping beneath the spray. “My favorite.”
“Get used to it,” Isaac said as he stepped out, grabbed a towel. “My brother’s not the only one who’s fond of seeing you naked.”
He left me staring after him, a huge smile on my face.
ISAAC
I sat next to Everly at breakfast, feeling the need to be close to her. I wasn’t the sort of man to make excuses for what I wanted, and I wanted her. To be close to her, touch her, feel her, taste her. She’d consumed my every sense and I craved more. Ever since she had slept in my bed, wrapped tightly in my arms.
I’d slept better than I ever had.
But even as I sat beside her, my mind drifted to the intimate moment I’d shared with Dante in his shower. Oh, how I’d wanted to sink deep inside him, to feel his ass gripping my cock, to hear those soft moans as I fucked him hard and deep. I’d refrained only because Dante needed that from me. There was a vulnerability to him that ran incredibly deep and before I could take things to the next level with him, we had to unearth them. Regardless of how much I wanted him, I wouldn’t risk him in that way. He had triggers, of that I was certain. I had to know what they were to ensure I didn’t hurt him unintentionally.
