Page 25 of Isaiah and Jameson
He reached around to stroke Isaiah off, and his hand connected, just a little too hard. The slap was audible, but the seed hitting his hand was perfect, somehow warm as a human’s.
“That’s it, sweet. So good. Gonna really ride you now.” He could be violent in the middle of his storm. Jameson began to fuck Isaiah in earnest, driving toward completion.
Isaiah took him, every inch, then begged him for more, wild in the basket of his hips.
Lords above and below, how had he gotten so lucky? Oh, right. Harve. He laughed, the sound wild and joyous, then threw his head back to roar as he came.
He floated back to earth, his arms wrapped around his sweet, trembling boy. Jameson licked at the bloody spot on Isaiah’s neck to close the wound. “You make me proud,” he murmured.
Isaiah whimpered softly, turning to hide in his arms.
“Shhh. You’re wondrous. You needed that so badly.” He licked and lapped at Isaiah’s ear, tracing the earlobe. “And you can have it. Over and over again.”
“I-I just… I don’t know what to say.”
No, he imagined not. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Just rest.” Jameson thought it had been a long time since Isaiah had really been able to relax. “I’ll watch over you.”
“I—Are you sure?” Isaiah melted against him.
“I am. Please.” He stroked the long, lean line of Isaiah’s chest and belly.
Isaiah relaxed, melting against him with a sigh.
He held his new lover closely, knowing Isaiah thought this was a one-time thing, but that they were meant to be together. This would be an exciting cat and mouse game.
He intended to be together for an eternity. He had all the time in the world.
* * *
Isaiah creptout of Jameson’s bed and headed to his quarters to bathe and think and worry…
Mostly worry.
Ninety percent was worry.
What had he been thinking? Jameson had done such things to him, and he’d accepted them easily, gladly.
Eagerly.
Jameson was like a drug.
A wild drug.
One that he could so easily become addicted to. How was he going to resist such a beautiful man? Was it possible?
He soaked in his huge tub, floating as he tried to release his stress. Isaiah stared at the ceiling. He wanted… Well, he wanted to go find Jameson, didn’t he? Maybe he should call his friend Harve and complain?
He grabbed his phone and dialed Harve.
I want Jameson.
“Hello?” Harve sounded amused already. Evil man.
“Who did you send me? He’s—” Amazing.I want him. “—maddening.”
“I sent Jameson. I chose carefully, love.”
“But…He doesn’t follow the rules.”And I need him. I need his touch, his cock, his teeth.
