Page 19 of Isaiah and Jameson
He drew Isaiah in deeper, kissing harder, forcing his boy to focus.
Isaiah went still, opening up to let him take anything he wanted, and he took the offer, plundering his boy’s mouth. He pressed Isaiah back, really holding him down, testing his strength.
For being small and lean, his boy was strong, making him fight for it.
How fucking exciting was that?
He nibbled Isaiah’s collarbone and got a soft cry for his troubles. Touch starved with a love for biting. Would Isaiah crave a hard spanking too?
Could his boy understand the freedom there?
Jameson was giddy at the very thought. “You make my palm itch, Isaiah.”
Isaiah frowned. “Your what?”
He held out his hand. “My palm.”
Isaiah leaned over and licked his hand.
He laughed out loud, delighted. “I want to apply it to your ass, sweet.”
“Nonsense. We don’t do that.”
“We who?” Such odd notions.
“We us. Vampires. There are rules, Jameson.”
“Good thing I don’t know them.” He pinched Isaiah’s hip.
Isaiah gasped and bucked, pushing into his fingers. “Be nice.”
“I am. I am being nicer to you than anyone in your life.” He did it again. Harder. “I swear.”
Ere now everyone had touched Isaiah with kid gloves. That served his boy not at all. He needed a firm hand and some undivided attention. Fortunately, Jameson had both.
And he had someone to hold that interest, because Isaiah was the most amazing thing he’d known in decades.
“What do I do now?” Isaiah’s words gave him an opening.
“Let me show you.” He wasn’t going to ask. That was an order.
“Don’t let me hurt you.” Sweet baby.
“Never.” He rolled up to sitting, then tugged Isaiah in for one more kiss. Then he pressed his new lover down over his lap face first.
“Jameson! What are you doing?”
“I told you my hand was itching, sweet. I’m not one to waste time. You need this.” He rubbed that taut little ass.
“But…”
“Butt indeed. A lovely one.”
Isaiah wiggled. “This feels very strange.”
He could imagine. Soon it would feel very heated. The skin there was so pale, so fine. God, he needed to do justice to that ass.
Isaiah began to melt, relax over his thigh.
