Page 21 of Isaiah and Jameson
“With another person. Yes.”
“Mmm. I like the idea of you touching yourself. Someday you’ll do it so I can watch.” He needed something slick. He really hadn’t planned wisely. At all.
He shrugged mentally before licking his fingers. That would work in a pinch.
“You are a wicked man.” Isaiah pushed up, rocking on his legs.
“Am I? You make me think amazing things.”
“You are. You make me want to break the rules.”
“Good.” He flicked that glowing ass with his free hand.
Isaiah gasped, almost bucking off his lap. So sensitive. This was a wonderland, and everything was new to Isaiah. Jameson relished the role of teacher here. His boy was primed to learn, eager and ready.
He slid his finger inside that tight little opening, feeling muscles tighten in protest. Or anticipation.
“Breathe and let me in.”
“I’m trying.” Isaiah laughed a tiny bit, which helped a little.
He needed oil and a bed. He wanted Isaiah on his hands and knees, so he could see everything. “Come with me.”
Isaiah blinked at him as he stood his boy up. “What?”
“We’re going to bed.” He stood, lifting Isaiah with him, hoping he impressed a little, even though all vamps had effortless strength built in.
“Bed.” Isaiah hummed and wrapped around him. “You’re warm.”
“I’m excited. Always heats things up.” A little blood never hurt either.
“Excited. I am too. I want…things I shouldn’t.”
“Nothing is forbidden here. An angel chose me for you.” Maybe a fallen one…
“He did. He trusts you.” Isaiah leaned hard, snuggling with him.
“Mmm. And you, as well.” He hugged Isaiah tightly, then slapped the hot butt cheek nearest him.
Isaiah groaned, teeth threatening his shoulder.
“You bite when I say you can, love. Not before.” He pinched where he’d slapped. “On your knees on the bed.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the boss?”
“Out there, yes. In here, I think you need this.” He waited, hands at his side. No more touching until Isaiah did as told.
“What do you need?”
“I crave this. Control. Need. Someone I can take beyond what they think is their limits.”Intimacy. Trust.
“I see.”
Jameson wasn’t sure Isaiah did. It didn’t matter. He would trust this connection, trust that his friend had sent him here for a reason. Isaiah fascinated him. “On the bed.”
Isaiah climbed up on his bed, sitting up near the headboard, chin on his knees.
“Have we lost the mood?” Jameson asked gently. This had to be a little scary.
