Page 40 of Nothing To Lose
He thinks I don't know what he's doing, but I see the way he's taken on my abysmal self-confidence as a personal pet project. He pulls out all the stops to build me up about anything he perceives to be a win, no matter how small the accomplishment is, as if everything I do is magic. I won't lie and say it isn't working. The way he flirts has an especially potent effect on me, to the point that I sometimes forget he's only doing this stuff to help me.
"You’re basically paying me by letting me use you as a guinea pig for my class, but if you like, you can pay me in kisses and orgasms," I say, nudging him playfully.
There has been a lot of playful teasing the past few days since we had our talk about pumping the brakes, but he's stayed true to his word. We spend a lot of time kissing and touching, but largely above the belt. It's driving me insane, and I know he knows what he's doing to me. It's worse than puberty. I'm hard all the time, and he's yet to do anything about it. I haven't pressed, because even though he agreed to help teach me about sex, I don't want to guilt him into touching me again. He was right that what happened in the shower. It wasn't healthy. It wasn't something I'd intended, but I can see now how my behavior and emotional outburst made him feel like he had to comfort me. Desperation aside, I don't want to guilt or coerce him.
He's good at making me feel like he actually wants me. Every time I turn around, he's watching me. If I put my glasses on to work on my schoolwork, he acts like he's drooling and adjusts himself. Even when he's pulling away from me, when the kissing and petting becomes too heavy, he groans like it's the hardest thing he's ever had to do.
"Oh yeah?" Closing my laptop, he stretches himself over my body to set it on the upturned crate next to the bed. I half expect him to tease me again, by laying his body over mine and ghosting his lips over my ear to say something that sounds dirty but isn't. It's his favorite way to tease me, especially if I can feel or see how hard he is.
I hum, hips bucking into him involuntarily. Freezing, I say a silent prayer that he won't stop. Isaac doesn't move away this time. He meets my lips in a slow, passionate kiss that sends a wave of goosebumps over my entire body. Flat on my back, his tongue searches for my soul while I fight to not give it over. I’m warily waiting for the moment he climbs off and smirks that way he does, but he only presses into me, pushing one knee between my legs, and then the other, forcing my legs open in a way that will live rent-free in my head forever. His body settles between my legs, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, and I lose the fight, going pliant in his arms. The noises I make are needy and desperate, short, gasping breaths and a barely contained whine for him not to stop.
"How do your ribs feel?" he murmurs against my lips, then trails kisses down my jaw to my neck.
I want to lie and say I feel nothing, that they're one hundred percent healed, and he can carry on with the lesson. But he watches me too closely, and if I hurt myself in my desperation for him to do dirty things to me, he'll pull away again.
"Sore but okay," I say, hoping my honesty will encourage him to let me make the decision to keep going rather than make him back off. He's hard between my legs, our sleep pants doing nothing to contain our mutual raging erections.
"Please don't stop," I rasp. He moans and holds me against him, rolling us so I'm on top of him. The absence of his weight on me is disappointing, but I can definitely breathe easier and there's no pressure on my ribs this way.
Straddling his lap, I recapture his mouth and take control of the kiss. Isaac's answering moan reverberates in my bones. His hands grip my hips, move up to my waist, and back down, like he doesn't know where to touch me first. With one hand steadied against his chest, I use the other to move his hand to my ass, pressing down at the same time I roll my hips into him.
"Jesus. Fuck," he curses as I slowly roll my hips into him, guided by the pressure of his hands encouraging me to rock back and forth. The bulge in my pants lines up perfectly with his, and a shiver takes over my body at the prolonged friction. Isaac watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, and I wonder what it would be like to really ride him. To have him inside me while I move on top of him like this. His gaze sets me on fire, and I grind harder, chasing that invisible peak.
"You're so fucking sexy, Tyler. God damn. I can't–"
Bending down, I swallow whatever words he was about to say in a deep kiss, my tongue rolling into his mouth with the same rhythm that my hips are moving. His fingers dig into my ass, and he presses up into me, guiding me to rock against him. I'm panting into his mouth, moaning and whimpering and begging for that last push over the edge. I never want to stop.
His arms come around my body, crossing behind my back and holding me almost too tight while he pushes his hips up. Again, I'm struck with the imagery of him being inside me, holding me like this and using me to get himself off.
"Isaac–"
"Fuck, kitten. You're going to make me–" He stills, and I pull back to watch his face. His mouth parts and he groans the sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life.
Every muscle in my body clenches, and I shudder, gasping as the orgasm shoots through me. All the while, Isaac keeps us moving in the same rhythm, riding out the climax and kissing me through my breathless cries. Even when we stop moving, our kissing continues, until I'm ready to collapse. When I've fully relaxed in his hold, Isaac rolls us again. He moves down my body, kissing and licking a path down my neck and chest. I tremble when his teeth lightly graze over my nipples, and I make a mental note to see what his feel like in my mouth, to see if he's sensitive there, too.
His exploration continues, finding the ticklish spots on my sides, and a major erogenous zone on my hip bones that I didn't know about. I think I could come from him just sucking the flesh there.
From between my legs, Isaac looks up at me, watching my face for a reaction when his fingers tease over the waistband of my sleep pants. I'm hypnotized by the sight of his tattooed hands peeling the front of my pants down until the tip of my cock is exposed. His impossibly dark eyes are locked on mine as his tongue dips to lick some of the cum coating my skin. I suck in a breath, not sure whether the sight or the touch of his warm, wet tongue on my skin is what does it for me more. He does it again, showing me his tongue coated in my sticky mess, before pulling it back into his mouth and closing his eyes like he's just tasted his favorite dessert and wants to savor it.
In response, my cock twitches, already trying to rally. Isaac gives me a knowing smirk, nuzzling my half hard dick as he pulls my pants down lower, fully exposing my cock and balls. Frozen, I watch in wonder as he licks me like a melting popsicle, cleaning every drop of cum that didn't soak into the front of my sleep pants.
"You taste good," he remarks. "So sweet. And so fuckingbig."
I let out a strangled cry, my cock going ramrod hard in an instant when Isaac sucks me fully into his mouth.
"Ohmygod," I pant, looking down at him in disbelief. His mouth moves slowly up and down my shaft, eyes looking up as if to make sure I'm watching. But there's no possible way I could look away from the single most erotic thing I've ever seen or experienced. Even the shower can't compare to this.
"Really fucking big," he whispers, maybe to himself. He wraps his tattooed fingers around the base of my cock, squeezing gently and stroking my shaft while he sucks on the head.
"Fucking hell, Isaac. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna–"
"Mmm, come again for me, kitten. I want to taste you some more."
Fireworks go off behind my eyes as my brain malfunctions. My hips move without direction, trying to thrust in the air. My cock hits the back of his throat and I cry out, wanting to apologize, but he keeps bobbing up and down. Saliva drips down in rushing rivulets that wet his fist, making his strokes squelch. My legs tremble violently. My lungs seize up. My vision goes dark. And I shoot into Isaac's waiting mouth. He swallows every drop, using his tongue and lips to slurp up the remnants of my orgasm.
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ISAAC
