Here, in our space.
I opened my mouth to respond but couldn’t because Isaac thrust his cock between my lips. I lifted my head to make it easier for him to fuck my mouth. His thrusts were deep and slow. I tried to control the pace, to push closer and speed him up, but Isaac didn’t let me.
“You’re dying for it tonight, aren’t you? I am too.”
I reached up, grabbed his ass, felt his cheeks flex beneath my hands as Isaac sped the pace on his own, face-fucking me, his balls hitting my chin. Saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth, wet, sloshy sounds while he took what he needed from me and I gave it to him.
He pulled back, cursed. “Fuck, I almost blew down your throat already. Tell me this is wrong to do here. That we should stop.”
But I didn’t. I grabbed him, pushed him off me, kneeling beside his head. Isaac’s pupils blew wide a second before I thrust my dick into his mouth the way he’d done to me. He took it, the look on his face silently begging for more, which I gave. Each time I pumped my hips forward, I felt the scratch of his stubble against me.
Isaac swallowed around me, the hot, wet suction of his mouth making my eyes roll back. His watered, and my thighs trembled because he felt so good, so perfect, all wrapped around my cock.
When he pulled off, I said softly, “But I wasn’t done with your tongue yet.” We really were trying to be quiet. We had to be, but that didn’t diminish how much we wanted each other.
“I know. I’m still giving it to you.”
Isaac went to his knees, pushed me forward until I bent over, ass in his face.
“God yes. I love having my ass eaten.”
“Shh. No one’s been here but me,” he teased, then smacked my butt. “I can’t believe you give me this hole.” He circled it with his finger, making sparks shoot up my spine before exploding throughout my body.
“It’s your hole. You can have it anytime you want.”
“Fuck, Lane.” His tongue pressed against my taint, then made a journey to the top of my crack and back down again, landing at my rim. He drew circles around it with the tip, lashing his tongue and then pressing in a circular motion again. “Mmm. Look at you, trying to ride my face. So fucking hot,” Isaac said before diving in again.
I pushed back, his tongue warm against me, wet, and then, “Fuck…” as Isaac breached me with one finger. He licked around it, still tasting me while pressing the digit in deep, pulling it out, in again before it was replaced with his tongue. “So good… Please, Isaac…fuck me. Please. I need you.” My balls were so full and tight against my body, my dick dripping and bobbing with each movement.
I just…wanted him, needed to be connected to him.
“Did you bring any lube? We can make it work without, but—”
“I have some in my bag.”
I felt him grin, turned and saw it.
“I think you really are the naughty one between us.”
“With you.”
“Stay,” Isaac said, and I listened while he went to my bag, dug around for the lube, and came back to his knees behind me. I didn’t take my eyes off him as he slicked his cock, nearly emptied my balls when he pushed two lubed fingers in my hole, twisted them around, and pulled them out again.
Isaac pressed his crown against me, breaching me slowly, the familiar stretch and pressure filling me. I loved this part of it, loved the initial sensation of his dick finding a home inside my body.
“Yes…” I squeezed the back of the couch, breathed deep until his groin met my ass.
Isaac leaned over and kissed my spine. “Hold on tight,” he said, pulled back, and thrust hard. I cried out. “Shh. I’ll have to stop if you can’t be quiet.”
He tossed a pillow at me. I wasn’t ashamed to bite the fuck out of it so I didn’t make too much noise.
Isaac’s fingers pressed into my hips the way they always did, his erection sliding in and out, punishing, but in a welcome way that made me feel wanted and desired and owned…the same as I was with him.
The bed squeaked with each thrust, and then he was pulling out of me, making me whimper.
“We can’t do it on the bed. We’ll wake up the whole damn house.”
Isaac moved me to a free wall, bringing the lube with us, so we could switch later. Since we were both vers, we mostly flip-fucked when we were together, each giving and taking. He pressed my chest against the wall, and the second I spread my legs, he pumped into me again.
“Isaac…you don’t even know…”
“But I do,” he said close to my ear. “I feel it every time you’re inside me…when I’m in you…fuck, every time I look at you.”
He slowed the pace, each time he pressed in and pulled out rubbing me just right. His arms encircled my waist, holding us close, our bodies now sweating and sticking together.
He wrapped a hand around me, jerked me while nibbling my ear and making love to me. “I would risk it all for you…every fucking thing. I don’t know if that makes me a good man or not. It would break me to lose them, but I won’t lose you.”
Damned if my eyes didn’t sting at those words. “You’re the best man. You won’t lose them, and you sure as shit won’t lose me. You promised me, remember? That we wouldn’t lose them. And I’m promising you the same.”
“Fuck.” Isaac thrust in deep. His teeth dug into my shoulder, his cock spasming, filling me with spurt after spurt of his load. His body trembled, and his breathing was sharp and quick as he gave himself to me, another hot rush of Isaac’s cum right where it belonged—in my ass.
My balls were ready to empty, my orgasm already burning through me. The second he pulled out I was on him, pushing him against the wall, lubing my cock and working slick fingers inside him. He was so hot and—
“I want your dick. Give me your cock, Lane.”
“Goddamn it.” I pulled my fingers out, replacing them with my erection in one smooth, deep movement.
He looked over his shoulder, and I crushed our mouths together, trying to keep us both quiet.
My body was already splintering apart, only three pumps of my hips before my balls drew tight, giving in to the hot suction of his ass. My release burst out of me in a hot rush—once, twice, three times, then another, until my load just trickled out of me.
“God, I needed that,” Isaac said quietly.
“And you’ll always have it,” I promised.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Isaac
That was…really fucking stupid. “We shouldn’t have done that here.”
Lane sighed. “No, we shouldn’t have, but we did, and I wouldn’t change it.”
No, I wouldn’t either. We’d needed each other, and we’d been there for each other. I wouldn’t wish that away.
“The house is made of good bones,” Lane continued. “I doubt anyone heard us. Plus, Mom and Da—Timothy are on the ground floor.”
I frowned. “I told you, you can call him Dad. You always have. You shouldn’t lose that by being with me.”
Lane shrugged off my concern. “It’s fine. I’m going to throw some clothes on to go get cleaned up.”