Page 61 of Someone Like You

I reached over the edge of the bed, grabbed the other dildo, smeared it with an excessive amount of lube, and kissed his lower back. “It’s a lot bigger. Not as big as I am, but tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“I will,” he said. “Just do it, Brody.”

“Fuck, I love how goddamn eager you are,” I murmured, slotting the toy at his hole. When it started to push in, Isaac clenched when he felt the size and let out a small whimper, so I slid my hand up and down his lower back. “Relax, baby. I’ll try to go slow.”

His legs were shaking, his hole still clenched too tightly, so I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to stroke. “Oh god,” he choked out, thrusting into my hand. The dildo started to slide in further. “Oh my fuckinggod,” he cried. I pumped it slowly into his hole, still stroking his cock, and he let out a pained whimper that made me pause. “No, don’t stop—please don’t stop, please,” he begged.

But I had to know if I was hurting him, if he was just trying to get through this to prove something, so I said, “Baby. Are you in pain or do you like this?”

He shook his head. “No, it feels good—fuck, I promise, Brody, just please—pleasedon’t stop!”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was going to blow before I even got inside him. My chest was heaving as I continued to stroke him, as I continued to thrust the dildo in and out in short pumps, as it slid deeper inside him every time. Isaac was moaning and gasping so loudly it was invading every atom of my being, filling me with nothing but desire and a need to give him pleasure like he’d never, ever experienced in his life. His hole looked sofucking good, swallowing the dildo, and every noise he made resounded in my balls and slid down the length of my aching cock.

I let go of his dick when his legs started shaking and his sac began to draw up—I wanted him to come whenIwas inside him, not a piece of silicone. His frustrated whine let me know he wasn’t pleased with that, but I slotted the toy in until it bottomed out, just letting it rest there so I could get myself ready.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked, trying to turn his head enough to look back at me.

“Stay just like that,” I said, sliding off the bed to get a condom. But first, I lowered my head and took his lips in a desperate kiss, even though the angle was a little difficult. When I pulled back, I watched his face carefully. “You think you’re ready, baby?” His pupils were so dilated, they practically swallowed the green, and his eyes were hooded. All that pale skin had been replaced by the prettiest blush, and I wanted to lick every inch of him.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Are you finally gonna fuck me?”

The smile that stretched along my cheeks couldn’t be described as anything but wicked, I was sure. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m finally gonna fuck you.”

18

ISAAC

Inever thought I’d try to do something like this again. Outside of that one guy from class a few years ago, I avoided any and all things relating to sex. I had convinced myself that I was fine without it. There were plenty of people who never had sex and they were perfectly fine. Functioning adults that didn’t need that kind of connection. I was so confident that I was one of them.

But here I was, on Brody’s bed, face down, ass in the air, with a dildo so deep inside me I could barely breathe. So aroused I was moaning with every breath, my dick dripping with precum that I could see long, glossy strands of when I looked back between my legs.

I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t afraid. I thought I would be, but I wasn’t. Because I trusted Brody like I’d never trusted anyone before in my entire life. Felt safe with him. Comfortable. I’d never had someone treat me so…delicately. So tenderly. Everything he did, he only had my comfort in mind. His constant check-ins and words of praise were more than I’d ever hoped to receive from another person.

And god, I really, really needed him to claim me in a way that was so irrevocable I’d never be rid of him.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Brody. All that gorgeous, lean muscle. Those tattoos. The olive skin and the way he moved. The way his eyes practically glowed when he looked at me. He was looking at me right now as he slid his boxers down his legs. My gaze dropped down his torso and watched his long, thick cock as it bounced against his stomach, and my own cock throbbed at the sight of it.

“You look so damn beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his eyes devouring every inch of my prone body. He grasped his dick and gave it a few strokes, just looking at me, and then brought the condom wrapper to his teeth and tore it open. The animalistic way he did it had me gripping the sheets tighter, licking my lips, and clenching around the dildo. He rolled on the condom and groaned, his light gray eyes half-lidded as he just stood there, staring at me. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he rasped.

“Then hurry up and get over here,” I mumbled, desperate to have him inside me instead of this toy. He laughed at my neediness, moving toward the bed, making my heart start pounding in anticipation. And then another thought struck me, and I asked, “Are you sure this is okay? For your heart?”

His lips tipped up in a smile. “I guess we’ll find out. You should probably be on top, in case I pass out.”

What an ass. “That’s not funny, Brody! Seriously, is this okay for you?”

His gaze softened and he reached his hand out to brush his fingers through my hair. “Yeah, baby, I’ll be okay. But I do want you to be on top. It’ll be easier for your first time.”

Your first time.

My throat thickened at his words, at how he wanted to replace the bad memories with something good. Something beautiful, even. He slid both hands down to my waist, and I lethim pick me up, cock jumping at the easy way he handled me. At how the dildo shifted inside me. At the anticipation coursing through my body. He rested against the pillows, partially propped up, and set me over his lap, gently positioning my thighs on either side of his hips. I could feel the hot length of his erection against my ass as I braced my palms on his chest.

“You feel ready?” he asked softly, staring up at me almost reverently. His hands were moving along my waist, lazily massaging up to my ribcage and down to my hips.

“Yeah,” I said. “I really do.” I leaned down and splayed my hands on his cheeks, pressing my lips to his. Moving slowly, biting gently on that delicious bottom lip, sliding my tongue along his piercing. Brody groaned beneath me, his hands coming up to my head, holding me to him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue twining with mine, teeth nipping gently, playfully. When I pulled away, a fresh wave of desire pulsed through me at how he looked. Eyes hooded, pupils dilated, lips red and a little swollen. Fuck, I wasn’t going to survive this.

Brody’s hands glided down the curve of my spine, one hand going further to cup one cheek, fingers kneading the flesh. “I’m gonna take the dildo out now,” he said, his voice husky and so fucking sexy. “And then I’m going to replace it with me.”

“Fuck. Okay,” I breathed, leaning forward. Arching my back and trapping my dick between his stomach and mine. He was watching my face closely, his fingers still kneading my ass, and I couldn’t look away from him. I felt him grasp the widened base, and when he tugged on it, pulling it out an inch and sliding it right back in, I moaned. “Don’t fucking tease me right now, Brody,” I panted. “I seriously can’t handle it.”

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