Page 59 of It's Complicated

Something about being in the near dark, the adrenaline and lingering risk of getting caught still looming over us, was insanely hot. But it still felt intimate, like when we were at home and it was just the two of us.

Sinking into the sensations, I shut down my brain and focused on how good Isaac felt and how much I wanted to make him come.

He seemed to be of the same mind, kissing me with wanton abandonment and stroking me like he was in my head and knew exactly what I needed.

We were like men possessed, kissing and jerking each other off. A continuous stream of moans and groans filled the air between us, adding to the hedonism of the moment.

“Oh fuck, Jamie.” Isaac shuddered, his rhythm faltering.

“Close?” I murmured. I was too, but not as close as him.

“Yeah. So close.” He huffed out a breathy laugh. “I think I’m gonna lose.”

“Let go of my dick,” I said. “I know a way we can both win.”

He released my cock and slid his hands over my ass to give it another squeeze.

“Your ass is incredible,” he whispered, teasing the globes with his hands. “So full, so fucking tight.”

“You like it?” I took both of us in hand and squeezed our cocks together.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, then trailed his lips over my jaw and to my ear. “Love everything about you.”

My heart did a weird sort of skittering beat. I knew that was just sex talk, but it felt good to hear, especially in that lust-drenched voice.

“Have you thought about it?” I asked, steeling myself against my own release and stroking us both.

This wasn’t the first time we’d done this, but the added danger of being in public made it that much more intense.

“About what?” he asked shakily.

I stopped stroking us and rolled my hips, dragging my dick against his. “Fucking me.”

His cry was strangled, but still way too loud.

“I’ve thought about it,” I whispered.

I wasn’t ready yet; I knew that, but I wanted it. Wanted to share that with him.

Normally I wouldn’t have said anything, not even if we were messing around at home. It felt too real to put it out there, but the cover of darkness and the thrill of being in public was making it easier to fully let go.

Issac’s grip on my ass was so tight I could feel the start of bruises blooming under my skin. He stiffened, his breath catching.

He was about to come.

“That’s it, Z.” I rubbed our cocks together. “Come for me.”

He did, shaking and shuddering against me as he shot over my hand and moaned my name.

That was enough to send me over the edge, and I bit my lip to stop my cry as my entire body was hit with pleasure so intense I saw stars.

“Holy fucking shit.” He collapsed against me, holding me tight as his chest heaved with heavy breaths.

Feeling spent and satisfied, I let go of our dicks, not caring about the mess we’d made, and hugged him close as we rode out the afterglow.

“You totally won, and I’m not even mad,” he said against my neck. “Holy crap, that was hot.”

I loved how vocal Isaac was after an orgasm. How he tended to babble on about how he was feeling like he couldn’t stop himself. The man had a mouth on him that could make a sailor blush, but the stream of consciousness I was treated to after he came was like getting an unfiltered peek into his innermost thoughts.

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