Page 54 of Someone Like You

“Yeah,” I whispered.

His lips tilted up in a smirk, and he wrapped his tattooed fingers around his cock, squeezing gently. “Good.” He pointed the tip toward my mouth, my eyes drawn to the bead of precum sitting there, and said, “Come on, baby. I wanna see those pretty lips on my cock. See if you give as good as you get.”

The challenge in those words sparked something feral in me, and I glared at him as I leaned down. My own dick was rock hard and straining painfully against my jeans, but that would have to wait.

I’d show him. I’d show him that I gavebetterthan I got.

16

ISAAC

Brody moved his hand away and I wrapped my own around his cock. It was so hot and so hard, like silk over steel, that I couldn’t help stroking him. Feeling him. And he feltgood. So fucking good. He groaned and thrust his hips into my strokes, making my thumb slide along the sensitive underside, and his entire body shuddered.

Oh, I liked this. I fuckinglovedthis. Making Brody feel good was my new favorite hobby, and like most things I set my mind to, I was determined to be good at it. The best, despite this being my first time. But I’d watched porn. Lots and lots of porn. All I had to do was apply the techniques I’d observed, right? Pay attention to his body language and let him guide me if that’s what he wanted to do.

I licked my lips, then lowered my head so I could slide my tongue along that wet seam and taste him. I moaned the second the salty, musky flavor hit my tongue, and when I pointed it and slipped it inside his slit, seeking more of that taste, Brody gave a rasped shout and fisted his fingers in my hair.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Christ, Isaac.”

I pulled away a few inches and looked up at him. “Bad? Should I not do that?”

“No, fuckinggood. You can do anything you want as long as you don’t bite me,” he said dryly.

I laughed, then lowered my head again to lick a long line up the underside of his cock, playing my tongue along the edge of his crown and then sliding it around the head. Brody’s fingers in my hair flexed and released, flexed and released, and I could hear him breathing heavily. When I closed my lips around the head, teasing it with my tongue, he groaned.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, Isaac,” he rasped. Still holding the base with one hand, I let my other hand rest on the side of his hip. I couldn’t resist playing with the tip for a bit, lashing it with my tongue, sucking it in and out of my mouth, rubbing it along my cheek.

“God, you’re so damn soft. Soft everywhere,” Brody said. His hips were slowly pumping, like he couldn’t help but move them, and when I closed my mouth over him again and slid down his length, he made a sound that was almost pained and his fingers clenched my hair tightly. “Fuck yes,” he gasped. “Look at you, taking my cock like that. So fucking good for me. So good.”

The sounds he was making, combined with his words, had made me start throbbing in my pants, and I moaned around his dick as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on my way back up. Fuck, this was so hot.Hewas so hot. And I wanted to make him come so hard he wouldn’t be able to move for an hour. That probably wasn’t realistic, but still, I could try.

“Take me deeper,” Brody instructed. And because I would do anything he asked of me, I slid back down his shaft, as deep as I could go, until he hit the back of my throat and my jaw was stretched wide. “Ohgod, baby, yes, just like that.” I gagged when he pumped into my throat, and when he groaned so loudly that I felt it vibrate through his skin to mine, a sharp burst of arousalpulsed through my groin, drawing a long, whining moan out of me.

He fuckinglikedit when I gagged on his dick. AndIfucking liked that he liked it. I moved my hand away from his base and pulled back enough so I could inhale, and then I looked up at him through watery eyes. His focus on me was blindingly intense, his pupils completely blown, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed.

He looked perfect.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, and then slid down and took as much of him as I could. He hit the back of my throat again, but this time I tried to relax it, tried to get him deeper, gagging and choking and listening to Brody’s grunts and harsh exhales. I had both hands on his hips now, my fingers digging into his skin. I bobbed up and down, trying to get him deeper.

“Yes, fuck, baby, it’s so fucking good. Take it deeper,” he said, and he thrust himself into me as his hands held my head in place. My fingers curled into his skin as saliva dribbled from my mouth, and my cock was spasming now, my balls drawn up so fucking tight. When he finally got himself deeper, past that resistant ring of muscle in my throat, when I started choking, when Brody groaned and shouted my name and I felt the first spurt of his cum down my throat, my vision blinked out and my entire body tensed up as my own orgasm crested through me, sweeping me away from reality for a long, long moment where nothing existed but mind-numbing pleasure and Brody’s dick in my throat as my body tried to swallow what he was giving me.

When I came back into myself, Brody was sliding me off his cock and murmuring low words as I gasped for air. “You did so well, baby. You made me come so fucking hard. God, I’ve never felt anything as good as your throat, Isaac. You’re so perfect.” He was brushing my hair back, and I could feel cum and saliva pooling in my mouth and dripping down my chin. I felt dazed,likeIwas the one who wouldn’t be able to move for an hour. “Come here, beautiful,” he said, his hands tugging on my upper arms. I tried to help him get me up his body, but my limbs were shaking and he had to drag me up. He wrapped his arms around me and splayed one hand across the nape of my neck, idly massaging me. “You okay?”

“Mm,” I mumbled into his skin. I was past okay, launched right intoI-will-never-be-the-same-again-but-in-a-good-wayterritory.

“Is that a yes, baby? Did I hurt you?”

I finally sucked in air and gathered the strength to say, “I wouldn’t have come so hard if you hurt me, Brody. That was…that was…” I guess I couldn’t even find the words for what that had been.

“Incredible? The hottest thing I’ve ever experienced? Mind-blowing? Life-altering?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Any of those work.” I slid my hand under his shirt, needing to feel his skin. “Well, now you can’t say I’m a selfish lover anymore.”

He kissed my head. “You never were. And I like making you feel good. It makesmefeel good.”

“Ditto,” I said tiredly, making him laugh.

We lay like that for a while, lightly stroking each other, until the mess in my pants started to get uncomfortable. “So,” I started. “I think I’ve ruined all my clothes and officially need to do laundry now.”

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