Page 50 of Something Unavoidable

Izzy splashed water on his face and dried it off before limping his way back to Keegan on the sofa and easing himself down next to him. His asshole was one big, throbbing nerve. A whimper slipped free as the toy shifted.

Keegan hit play on the movie they were watching—one of a small selection he had saved to his laptop. What movie? Izzy didn’t have a fucking clue. There could have been talking, rainbow-colored dogs, and he wouldn’t know it. Right now, he was just trying to breathe and not come.

Izzy’s torturer sat back and opened his arms.

Izzy slumped against his chest and got a hand in his hair and another rubbing his back as a reward.

“How are you doing?” Keegan asked, his tone half amused, half concerned.

“I’m never going to forgive you for this,” Izzy told him frankly as he snuggled closer. “My dick is purple, and I had to stuff a freaking hand towel down my pants cause the wet spot was making me cold.”

Keegan’s chest shook with his laughter, and he squeezed Izzy to him. Fuck, that felt good. “Want to move this upstairs? Or do you want to finish the movie first?”

“What movie?” Izzy asked, already fighting his way off the couch.

Keegan laughed again, and he slid his hand over the curve of Izzy’s ass, just brushing the end of the toy.

Izzy’s legs almost gave out. He forced himself to stay upright, even as his head swam, and started for the stairs, not looking to see if Keegan was following. If he wasn’t, Izzy wasn’t responsible for his actions.

At the top of the stairs, Izzy stopped and blinked.

Keegan had been up here at some point, maybe while Izzy was in the bathroom, regretting his life choices. The overhead light was off, but a lamp to the side was on, its warm light spilling across the bed, lighting the blankets and deepening the shadows. There was some kind of cloth spread across the surface and a huge lump dead center. Izzy licked his lips as Keegan stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Izzy’s waist.

“Strip down. Then I want you on your knees with those pillows under your hips.”

Izzy had never shucked out of his clothes faster. He left them in a pile on the floor and hurried to get into position. It took a little shifting, but he managed it, folding his arms under his head and resting his cheek on them so he could still see Keegan out of the corner of his eye.

Keegan slid a hand down the curve of his spine, then carded his hand through Izzy’s hair. “Beautiful,” he murmured, making Izzy flush and squirm. Then he trailed his hand back to cup Izzy’s ass cheek and rub it down his thigh, so close to where Izzy’s cock was hanging down between his legs. “Is your leg okay like this?” he asked, his fingers tracing the small scar from his surgery.

“Yep,” Izzy answered, flippant.

That got him a hard squeeze to his ass cheek that made him groan. “Answer me seriously, Isaac. Because you’re going to be here for a while, and I don’t want you uncomfortable.”

Izzy could have made a quip about already being uncomfortable, thanks to his raging hard-on, but he bit it back and said, “Yes, sir. I’m good.” It was the truth. Keegan had stacked the pillows just right to support Izzy’s hips without leaving him feeling unstable.

“Good boy,” Keegan answered, the phrase raising goosebumps on Izzy’s arms. Then he dragged a finger along the underside of Izzy’s cock.

Izzy squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to go off then and there.Fuuuck. He’d gotten this far—he wasn’t going to lose it now. He whimpered and fisted his hands in the heavy cloth covering the bed.

A moment later, Keegan was easing the prostate massager from Izzy’s body. Izzy slumped and sighed, hoping all of thismeant he was about to get something bigger. Like Keegan’s perfect cock.

Keegan stepped over to the dresser where Izzy’s assortment of toys had been tucked into a drawer after the first night. Izzy couldn’t see him, but he could hear him rooting around in there. He bit his lip, trying to picture what Keegan might choose. Was Izzy getting cuffed to the bed again? They’d done that a few days ago. Or maybe Keegan was going for the cock ring. Izzy might call the whole thing off if he did. The last thing he wanted was more pressure on his cock. Other than that, he had a couple of dildos and a string of anal beads. Ooh. Izzy hoped it was those. The bigger ones gave the best stretch, and they feltincrediblewhen pulled out in the middle of an orgasm.

He was wrong on all counts. Keegan knelt on the bed and set the toy Izzy hadn’t even considered between them. Then he clicked open the lube.

The goddamn fisting dildo.

Izzy’s heart started to race. He’d had every intention of fucking himself with that thing when he’d bought it, but he chickened out every time he tried. It wasn’t even a real fist. The hand was cone-shaped, but the girth was intimidating, and Izzy had never gotten it past the second set of knuckles.

Keegan pressed his lips to Izzy’s ass cheek, then scraped his teeth across the skin. “I can’t wait to see your hole stretch around this monster and swallow it. I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day.”

Izzy trembled, wondering again if he should tell Keegan he’d never successfully used the toy. If he did, would Keegan stop? Izzy kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want Keegan to stop. He wanted Keegan to do what he promised. Izzy swallowed hard and shifted his knees wider.

Keegan hummed in approval, and Izzy felt the cool trickle of lube on his heated skin. It dripped over his hole and slid downhis balls. Keegan was being generous with it. That was good. Izzy kind of hoped he used the whole bottle.

Izzy sighed, relaxing into the mattress as Keegan began to massage his thighs and ass, spreading the slippery stuff closer until his fingers were dipping inside, tugging and stretching with each pass. Izzy moaned. After so many hours of pure prostate stimulation, having these new nerve endings teased was blissful, like he was riding a gentle wave instead of fending off a swarm of bees.

He was grateful that Keegan left his sore prostate alone as he opened Izzy up. He made it to three fingers—he was keeping Izzy informed—before Izzy even felt the stretch.

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