Page 17 of Isaiah and Jameson
“Why? I’m not. I’m so pleased with how you taste.” He stroked one cheek.
“No one’s tasted me before. Ever.”
“I’m honored.” He didn’t have to lie about that. He really was. Isaiah was magical.
Isaiah blushed, color flooding his cheeks. “Thank you.”
“It’s true. I want to taste you again.” He slid one hand behind Isaiah’s head to hold him there and kiss again. Then again.
“We shouldn’t.” Isaiah reached down, cupping that needy cock. “I have to go and…take care of something.”
Jameson pushed a hand over Isaiah’s, pinning the man down. “You’re not listening. I’m here to help.”
“Help? I don’t understand. I don’t.”
“You will.” He stroked and pressed, loving each gasp and moan.
Isaiah’s face was a study in worry, in pleasure, and in pure hunger.
“Shh. This will feel so good.” Flesh on flesh would be better.
Isaiah groaned softly, head shaking side-to-side, hips pushing up into his hand.
“I have you.” He worked the hidden fastenings on Isaiah’s fancy trousers. Someone needed to trust in him, to believe that he was vamp enough to control Isaiah’s need.
That would happen. Right now he wanted to show Isaiah pleasure. Real pleasure.
“We shouldn’t. What if I hurt you?”
Jameson undulated. “Vampires like a little pain.”
“What?” Look at the lust in those icy eyes.
“Would you focus?” he teased. “I feel like you’re just not paying attention.” He got those pants open, but paused to reach up and pinch a nipple through Isaiah’s shirt. Hard.
Isaiah arched, teeth snapping at the air. Interesting.
Like he’d said. All vampires liked a little pain.
“Can you imagine, honey? My teeth on your sweet little nipple?”
“No! I can’t even imagine it.” Isaiah tried to pull away, then swayed closer.
“That’s a shame. I’m aching to taste.”
“Taste?” Isaiah sounded completely confused, excited.
“Your nip, baby. Your hard little nipple.”
“Oh. Oh!” Isaiah shook his head violently. “You’re making me so—”
“Hot?” He pinched the other one.
“No… I should go…” Isaiah arched under him.
“You should stay.” He kissed that mouth again, determined to make Isaiah lose speech. He kept pinching and stroking, petting Isaiah’s taut nubs as they kissed.
“Please. Please!” Isaiah started to thrash, and it sounded a bit like panic.
