Page 42 of It's Complicated

His big hands gripped my thighs, then he went to town on me, his pace fast and his suction hard.

“Oh god, fuck.” My legs trembled as my entire body went tight.

I was so close, but I wasn’t ready for it to end.

Isaac did this thing with his tongue where he rubbed it against the underside of my shaft, then pulled off my dick just enough he could circle my cockhead with his tongue.

“Jesus.”

Before I knew what was happening, he swallowed me down again, using his hand to stroke the part of my shaft his mouth didn’t reach.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” I panted deliriously. “I’m so close. Just like that. God, Z. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

He made an encouraging sound and started twisting his hand on the upstroke, exactly the way I liked.

I came with a loud cry, shooting into his mouth before I could warn him or pull out.

He tried to suck me through it but ended up letting my cock fall from his mouth after the second spurt.

The third landed on his cheek and under his lip as he coughed and tried to swallow.

The world around us went a little fuzzy from the force of my release, my brain short-circuiting as a sense of blissful euphoria washed over me.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled, blinking down at Isaac.

He grinned up at me. “That looked like it felt good.”

“It did.” I let out another shuddery breath, my body still tingling from aftershocks.

He wiped his cheek, looking absurdly pleased with himself.

Not thinking about what I was doing, I dropped to my knees with him, not quite as gracefully as he had since my thighs were still trapped together by my pants.

Pushing his hand aside, I tipped my head and kissed him. My taste exploded on my tongue as he kissed me back, moaning against my lips and holding me tight.

“Your turn,” I said when I could string two thoughts together again. “Up.”

Shakily, Isaac climbed to his feet and stood in front of me.

I’d thought looking down at him was hot, but it had nothing on being able to look up at him like this.

Eagerly, I reached for his pants. I couldn’t wait to see him too.

Fumbling a bit in my haste, I got his fly open, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs. The dark material made it hard to see his bulge, but I could feel the heat from it as I tugged his pants down.

“You’re not wasting any time,” he joked, his tone strained.

“What can I say? I’m excited to get my prize.”

“My dick is your prize?” He huffed out a little laugh.

“You’re the one who said it’s a masterpiece.” Grinning up at him, I traced one finger over his length.

He felt hot and hard under my finger, and my own dick pulsed as blood rushed south again.

“Jamie,” he groaned, his breaths coming out in little pants.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I peeled his briefs down, releasing his cock.

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