“Do it,” I said.
Isaac looked up at me from his knees, longing in his eyes and cockiness in the smirk on his lips. “You’ll let me do anything I want, won’t you?”
“Yes, and you would give me the same.”
He shrugged. “I like orgasms, what can I say?”
“Hey, I didn’t mean that when I said it. I was just—”
“It’s fine, Lane. All I want right now is to suck your dick.”
How could a guy argue with that?
Isaac hooked his fingers in the band of my boxer briefs and tugged them down. My erection bounced against my stomach, eager to be free. Isaac hissed, still shoving my briefs down while leaning in, rooting his nose around in my groin again and inhaling long, deep breaths. His cheek rested against my thigh, his tongue flicking over my heavy sac. Pleasure shot through me again at just the simple movement on my balls.
“You have a pretty cock, Lane. I used to wonder about it, wished I could stumble into the bathroom when you showered and see it. We’d fall asleep together, or you’d draw me, and my dick would ache the whole damn time, because it was so damn hard to be close to you. Difficult, but at the same time, it was all I ever wanted.”
“Jesus, Isaac.” My voice was choppy. My erection jerked, precum leaking from the slit at nothing more than his words to me and his breath against my nuts.
He kissed my left ball, then my right, soft touches of his lips against the sensitive skin there, before licking and sucking. My body felt electrified, like my veins were made of lightning, and each time it went off, pleasure shot through me.
I stepped out of my underwear as Isaac licked up my shaft, making the muscles in my thighs tighten, and my entire universe shattered in satisfaction when he sucked my glans into his mouth.
It was already the best blowjob I’d ever had just because it was him, but Isaac also had an incredible mouth. He took me to the back of his throat, swallowed me down, eyes angled up to watch me. I fingered his hair, cupped his face, in awe of this man on his knees for me. This man I shouldn’t want but knew my life would never be complete without.
I pumped my hips slightly, and he continued to suck me, expertly using his tongue to lick and slide up and down my shaft. One of his hands went to the table, and then, fingers coated in yellow, he ran them down from my pecs to my stomach. He pushed back up again, spreading the color as he went, over my torso, around my sides, nipples the color of sunshine.
And then he pulled off with a pop and said, “Give it to me. I can’t use both my hands because one is covered in paint, so you get to let loose on me. Fuck my mouth, Lane. Take what’s yours.”
“Jesus Christ,” breathlessly fell from my lips. I loved the way he talked to me, loved that Isaac wanted to give himself to me so thoroughly. I stood straighter, threaded my fingers through the soft strands of his hair.
Isaac licked at my slit, the pearl of precum there disappearing on his tongue before he sucked the head into his mouth, nursing it. And fuck, I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted him in that moment, and knew I never would. Years of hidden desire, of denied want, let loose inside me. I gradually pumped my hips forward, eased my cock deeper and deeper into Isaac’s hungry mouth.
He was so hot, so good, I almost came right then. My heart thudded as I fought to hold myself back, just kept going forward until his nose was buried in my pubes again, my glans down his throat.
I pulled out, and Isaac said, “Again.”
I’d always known there wasn’t much, if anything, that Isaac would deny me, and I felt the same about him. This time, I didn’t go so unhurriedly. I fucked his mouth the way he wanted, gently caressing his gorgeous face as I did.
He grabbed my hips, held on, paint on me there too, as my cock slid in and out of his mouth in rapid, measured strokes. Isaac took it all, hunger blazing in his gaze. How had we gone so long without this? How had we held off our desire for each other?
I kept fucking into him like I could show Isaac how much I needed him with each thrust of my hips. When my balls tightened, so fucking close to letting loose, I pulled out. “Come’ere,” I said, needing to feel him, to touch him too.
Isaac shoved to his feet, fingers tangling as he quickly worked open his pants. He left paint there too. It was me who shoved them down, me who nearly melted into a puddle of lava when his cock sprang free. He was thick and veiny, the dark nest of hair at his groin, trimmed and neat. He leaked more than me. His cock jerked as I studied him. He stepped out of his clothes, and I reached out a hand, wrapped it around his hot, hard shaft, and stroked.
“Oh fuck…Lane…”
I couldn’t believe he was there, that I got to see him like this. Isaac was standing before me, craving me, and he was breathtaking.
“Don’t move,” Isaac ordered.
“Couldn’t force me to.”
He grinned. Was it me, or was it almost shyly?
Isaac went to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube…because of course he would have some stashed in this room too.
He came back to me, opened the bottle and squeezed, dripping the clear liquid onto both our shafts. “I just want to feel you right now. Anything else, and I’m going to come too quickly, and…well, there are some places we might not want to get paint,” Isaac said. “In hindsight, that might not have been the best idea, but I love you like this, with art on your body.”
Isaac stepped close to me, eased me backward until my ass hit the edge of the desk. He took my mouth, pushed his tongue inside. My arms went around him, and he tangled a hand in my hair as we kissed and kissed. Savored. Loved.
He thrust his cock against mine, ground our groins together, making another electrical storm surge inside me.
I slid my hands down to his ass, our bodies aligned and tight against each other as we tongue-kissed hungrily. I damn near whimpered when he pulled far enough away to slip a hand between us and wrapped it around both our cocks, stroking as we fucked his fist together.
“I finally get to paint you with my load. I’m going to do it every day, watch it dry on your skin so I know you’ll always have me on you.”
“Fuck…” That quickly, my eyelids fluttered, my thighs trembled. I pushed my tongue into his mouth again and came, hot spurts on his hand and our stomachs.
I cried out when Isaac pulled back, but he didn’t go far, just took his own dick in hand, jerking it until his eyes rolled back, his balls drew tight, and he shot rope after rope of cum on my stomach.
The second he finished, Isaac pulled me close and buried his face in my neck. He held me in a tight embrace, and didn’t let go.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Isaac
I didn’t want to let him go. I worried that if I did, reality would set in, and we’d realize what this really entailed, the two of us being together and all the consequences. What if something changed? What if Lane realized he didn’t really love me and we ripped our family to shreds for no reason, and then had to figure out how to put the pieces together again. How would Dad feel about Lane if he hurt me, or if I fucked up, which I was good at. Would Helena still love me? Would she be able to look me in the eyes? Would I lose her and Dad along with Lane? Would I cause Dad to lose Helena, the person who’d brought him back from the dead?