Page 60 of Someone Like You

“Well, it’s notmydick in a box,” I started, laying them both next to him on the bed. “Open them.”

“Uh…” His fingers glided along the smooth black top of one box, his wary eyes flitting between me and the box. Gingerly, like he was expecting there to be a snake inside, he lifted the lid. Hischeeks flushed a deep red as soon as he saw the pink silicone dildo with a widened base, his lips parting on a soft sigh. When he looked at me, there was a cautious hunger in his gaze. “You got me toys?”

I nodded, watching every little micro-expression on his face. There was fear, yes, but mostly there was need and excitement and—there. He smiled, pleased with the gift, and opened the second box. It was another dildo, blue, and a bigger size than the first. I wanted him to gradually get used to having something bigger than my fingers in his hole.

“Brody, this…fuck,” he gasped. “Does this mean you think I’m ready?” He sounded so hopeful it made my chest tighten.

“Yeah, baby, I think you’re ready,” I said softly, settling myself down beside him and sliding my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes, as he looked up at me, were so, so green, and they stole my breath. “I thought we could use these first, and if at any point you want to stop, we stop.”

He nodded, his pupils dilating, his breathing picking up. “Okay,” he said. “Fuck yes. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”

I laughed at that, because I felt the same way. But in no world was I about to rush this with Isaac. He deserved to have someone take their time with him. To make sure he was truly ready for something like this. “Do you want to try the pink one?”

“Right now?”

“Whenever you want.”

“Yes, right now, Brody,” he rushed out, setting the blue toy on the floor and yanking his socks off. I laughed again at how eager he was, and my heart was damn near about to explode.

“All right, sweetheart. Take your clothes off and lie down on your stomach for me.”

He didn’t move, just stared at me with a wealth of heavy emotions in his eyes. When he swallowed, I watched his Adam’sapple bob on the slim column of his throat, and then he said, “I think you’re the best surprise the world has ever given me.”

He yanked my beating heart right from my chest with that line. Knocked all the air from my lungs, too. With a groan, I dragged him into my arms, held him as close as I could, and said in a rough whisper, “God, you’re so beautiful and perfect that it kills me to think about what happened to you. I’m so sorry for everything you’ve had to endure. And I’m sorry you had to endure it alone. But I promise you, Isaac, I’m gonna replace those memories. This, right here, is all I ever want you to think about. All I ever want you to remember. Because you deserve something good, baby, and I’m gonna give it to you.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “I trust you, Brody.”

I rained a thousand tiny kisses down onto his head, nuzzled my nose against his cheek, and kissed those perfect lips. It was slow. Deliberate. Delicate. And when we parted and opened our eyes, those three little words tried to spill from my lips. Instead, I kissed him chastely, and said again, “Lie down for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

He nodded, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and let me pull his shirt off. Let me unbutton his jeans and pull them off, along with his boxers. His cock was hard, precum glistening from the slit, the head a dark pink against all that pale flesh. And then he let me maneuver him onto his stomach. I could feel his eyes watching me as I grabbed the lube from the dresser. I set it with the pink dildo near his hip on the bed, yanked my shirt and pants off but left my boxers on, then climbed up behind him. “Up on your knees,” I instructed, placing my hands at his hips and helping him up. “Rest on your elbows. There, just like that. Fuck, look at you, baby,” I murmured, unable to stop myself from nipping at the soft, round flesh of one cheek. Soft everywhere. He was a goddamn dream. I slid one hand down his spine in afirm stroke, splaying the other over his waist. “I’m gonna start with my fingers, just for a little bit. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, his head turned to the left. He was biting his bottom lip, and his hips were moving back and forth, slowly, and when I poured a little lube onto his exposed hole, he bucked.

I grazed two fingers down his crease, palming his left cheek and pulling it over, opening him to me even more. My breathing was ragged from watching my own fingers circling his rim, watching the skin pucker and flutter, and as I sank one finger inside, as he clenched around me and then relaxed, as he sucked my finger further in, I groaned. “So damn pretty,” I breathed, mesmerized by the sight. He whimpered, his back arching even more as I slid my finger slowly in and out. He started moving with me, trying to fuck himself on that finger, moaning as it slid deeper and deeper. When I removed it completely, he let out a strangled sound of frustration until I pushed two fingers inside, evoking a long, broken moan from him. “Does that feel good, baby? You like my fingers in your pretty little hole?”

“Yeees,” he gasped out as I started to pump them faster. “Oh, fuck—” He broke off on a startled cry when I curled them and found his prostate, his entire body trembling now.

“You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight for me,” I rasped, my other hand squeezing and kneading his ass as I held him open. “Are you ready for something bigger?”

“Yes, Brody, yes,” he wailed, shoving back onto my fingers every time I pulled them out. He was so fucking needy and eager and Ilovedit. I lovedhim. And I was so fucking hard it was painful.

I slid my fingers out slowly, listening to his pants, and picked up the dildo. I lathered it with a generous amount of lube, then poured some more down his crack, pushing it inside him and spreading it around his entrance. “Okay, baby, tell me if you need me to stop. At any point, you tell me, got it?”

He nodded, spreading his knees a little wider, exposing himself a little more. Letting me know he was ready. Letting me know how much he needed this.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I murmured, massaging his ass. I positioned the tip at his entrance, then slowly—so fucking slowly—started to push it in, twisting it back and forth. When I’d gotten it in about an inch, he cried out, and I stopped. “Is that hurting you?” I looked down at his neglected cock between his legs, still hard.

“No,” he whined, “keep going.Please.”

I pumped it in and out in slow bursts, going a little deeper each time, and Isaac was moaning now. Long and loud and broken and needy. And then he pushed his hips back without warning, his hole sucking the entire thing in one go, making him clench the sheets and wail. I dragged the dildo out slowly. “You okay, baby?”

“You were going too slow!” he complained, and I huffed out a laugh. Fuck me, I loved him so much. “Comeon, Brody,” he whined, squirming. “I can take it. Please, please, please,” he begged softly.

I thrust into him halfway, the lube making an obscene squelching noise that sent sharp bursts of pleasure throbbing in my dick. But Isaac’s moans and pants and small cries as I pumped in and out of him were so arousing that I could feel the exorbitant amount of precum leaking from my cock and dampening my boxers. When he kept pushing back to take more of the toy, I finally pushed it all the way in, fucking him just like that until he was writhing beneath me and I was about to come just from watching him lose his mind.

“Okay, fuck, Isaac,” I said, lust clouding my thoughts and making it hard to speak. We were both out of breath as I slid the dildo out of him and set it aside on my shirt to clean later. “You ready for something bigger, baby?” I wasn’t sure how I was goingto handle actually fucking him for any length of time when just doing it with a dildo was enough to take me to the edge. I was so keyed up, I wasn’t going to last long.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Holy shit, yes.”

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