“God, Isaac. You feel so fucking good. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
That was good because it would kill me if he did.
One of his arms wrapped around me, his hand on my cock, but I slapped it away, still fucking back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You do that, and this is going to be over before I get a piece of your ass too.”
“We can’t have that,” Lane replied, and pulled free. I cried out at the loss of him, at the emptiness I felt, but God, did I fucking burn to own his ass as well.
I sat on my knees, ripped open the other condom while he bit and licked and sucked my neck and shoulders. Lane tugged his rubber off, tossed it to the trash can, then gave his dick lazy strokes.
I suited up, slicked up, then added more lube to my hand. I pressed Lane down to the bed, on his stomach, then angled one leg so he bent it forward. I pushed two fingers inside him, saw he was open enough for me, and knelt behind him, straddling his other leg.
He was watching me over his shoulder, his eyes glazed over in a way I’d never seen them, like he was blissed out but ravenous for me too.
“Fuck me, Isaac. Please. Let me feel what it’s like to have your cock buried so deep inside me, you’re even more a part of me than you already are.”
My erection jerked, his words pulling more feelings out of me than anyone else’s ever could. Damn but Lane wanted it all, every little piece of me, and I would give it to him. Again, I wanted to be owned by him.
I held his ass cheek, pulled it apart, revealing his sexy hole, then pressed my cock against it, watching, my gaze unable to land anywhere other than where I was breaching him, where I was pushing inside him, the hot glove of his body wrapping around me.
“Fuck…Lane…you don’t even know. Christ, you feel so damn good.”
“You do too. I can’t believe it’s you inside me.”
His hole opened for me, made room for me to sink in until my groin met his ass. I pulled back slowly, pushed in again the same way, taking him gently, savoring this feeling and moment for as long as I could.
Lane thrust toward the bed, clearly trying for friction against his erection.
“Harder, Isaac. I want it hard, want to feel you for days.”
My. Fucking. Pleasure.
I snapped my hips forward the way he’d asked me to, long, deep, quick pumps of my hips. The bed hit the wall. Lane’s body vibrated. We fucked so brutally, I thought the whole world could hear us, and I wanted that, wanted to claim him so everyone knew he was mine.
He wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke, which was really fucking good because otherwise, I’d finish before him.
My orgasm was right there, begging and pleading with me, but I kept going, altered my angle. His hand dropped away, and his body began to shake. Lane’s eyelids fluttered as he fucked against the bed again. His hole spasmed around me, his load spurting from his cock, all over the mattress.
It sent me flying, launched me into my own release, tingles shooting down my spine as my cum did the same into the condom…the way it would soon do into Lane’s body.
I fell down beside him, kissed his shoulder. “Best sex ever.”
“Yeah…we’re going to be doing that a lot from now on,” Lane replied.
I couldn’t hold back my smile…and I didn’t want to.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lane
I really needed to get out with Isaac. We’d spent the last couple of weeks either fucking, me painting, him working, or just spending time together, and while I wanted to be with him, the only time we’d left the condo together had been to do things like go to the grocery store or walk around Piedmont Park. While my painting was still flowing like crazy, still circled around Isaac and me, I was starting to go stir-crazy. Kylie had asked me out a couple of times, but I’d always said no because I wanted to be with Isaac and because I knew she was interested in me. Honestly, I’d been a little interested too, but that was before Isaac.
I was pretty sure he missed going out as well. He’d always been big on bars and dancing and being around people. But now it was as if we were afraid to step out of our comfortable bubble, as if we thought that if we left his condo, everything would change.
When I learned about a new exhibit in Atlanta, I went ahead and bought us tickets, willing to force him out of the house for an evening if I had to, but I didn’t think it would come to that.
I lost track of time like I so often did, and was still painting when Isaac stuck his head into the studio. “You’re the nakedest person I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t believe that’s a word.”
“Oh, well, sorry, Professor.” He chuckled. “I had no idea you were such a stickler for proper grammar.”
“Get it right next time, or you’ll have to be punished… Actually, get it wrong so I can spank you.”
“You wish,” Isaac replied, then shrugged. “Could be fun. Maybe we’ll try it sometime.” He came in and sat on the mattress.
“I like to feel free when I’m creating. I’m not big on clothes. They’re restricting, so if I have a choice between them and going without, I’ll choose the latter. Are you complaining?”
He reached out, cupped my balls, then traced a finger from the base of my soft cock to the tip. “Not at all.”
“Unfortunately, we’re both going to need clothes because we’re going out.” Isaac looked at me, his brows drawn together, so I explained. “There’s a new art exhibit. I’d…I’d like to take you on a date.” A smile split his face. “What?” Isaac reached into his suit jacket, pulled out his phone, and showed me something on the screen. A laugh tumbled out of my mouth. He’d gotten tickets as well. “Great minds.”
“I’m sad we won’t be naked, though.”
“Well, we can try it, but I bet if we do, we’ll end the night in jail. I’ve never been arrested. I’m all for new experiences.”
With a smile, Isaac said, “Yeah, because that will go over well. Fine-arts painter Lane Ryan arrested for public indecency alongside his brother, who we’ve since learned he’s in a sexual relationship with.”
“Hey, Debbie Downer, stop ruining my fun,” I teased.
“Hey, I was having fun too. We’re kinky motherfuckers.” Isaac grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. I stood between his legs. He leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock, then sucked it into his mouth before pulling back. “You’re lucky I love you. I’m willing to sacrifice a night spent with your dick between my lips. I bet I could do it, suck you all night, but no, we have to go out and be social like normal people.”
I chuckled, rubbed a hand over his head and tilted it so he looked up at me. “I love you too. And it’ll be good for us. Then afterward, we can see how long you can last being my little cockwarmer.”
“Maybe I’ll have changed my mind by then and want the positions reversed.”
“Then it’ll be me drooling all over your balls the whole night. I could probably last longer anyway.”
Isaac let out a loud bark of laughter. “You wish! Actually, maybe I do too. It’s a toss-up really.”