Page 39 of Isaiah and Jameson
Isaiah arched up, hips driving against him, that little nipple so hard. It would ache before he was done with it, before he moved on.
He wanted something that Isaiah wouldn’t forget. Maybe he’d get his boy pierced.
Isaiah gasped, going still for a moment.
Oh, someone had heard him. He pondered where. The nipple he was sucking on? The cock he was going to bite soon? Both?
He loved the idea of a Prince Albert, a tiny bell dangling off the tip.
“You are not funny.” Isaiah pushed at him, so of course he bit down, holding on.
I’m not joking. Can you imagine it? I could run a chain through your nipples too.
No. No chains.Isaiah held his head, keeping him there, biting and licking.
A tiny pretty one for every day. A jeweled one for special occasions. A heavy one for punishments?
“You’re an evil one.”
“Mmmhmm.” He was always agreeing, it seemed. It was so true, though. Then he pinched hard behind Isaiah’s balls as he bit deeper.Here?
Oh.The long mental sound was purely sexual.
Yes. Here. Jameson shivered, so turned on.
Isaiah just grunted, dancing for him, seeming beyond words at the thought.
He kept pinching that same spot, over and over, as he moved down, nibbling over and over. Isaiah’s body was like his own secret paradise. Rich and lovely, the pale skin showing his marks, he could feast on Isaiah forever.
“The things you say.”
“Did I say anything out loud, boy?”
“Does that matter? Don’t stop!”
“Not going to.” He bit one hipbone and pinched again. He intended to wring Isaiah out. Jameson wanted every noise and motion, every reaction.
All yours. More.
Pushy boy. We go at my pace.
Isaiah growled, snapping at the air, and he loved that hint of wildness. His boy made him so damn proud.
I said no, boy.He scraped his fangs over one hip.Do you want another spanking?
Stop…Isaiah’s balls drew up, those clever hands tangling in Jameson’s hair.
“Never.” Now was the time to bite. He struck fast, sinking his canines into the vein he could hear throbbing in that fine dick.
Isaiah’s scream of pleasure echoed in the room, bouncing off the adobe. That lean body became a live wire, stretched out long, vibrating madly.
As for him, he was spinning out of control, the flavor of Isaiah’s blood filling him with lightning. His nerves lit up, sparkling like he was a book vampire, and he moaned, not even able to laugh at his thoughts.
Isaiah’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and petting clumsily. He had a feeling Isaiah had come, not once but several times. He’d simply been too wrapped up to know it.
He climbed up, lapping the seed from that flat, gorgeous belly.
“Mmmm. I never even imagined.” Isaiah sounded utterly dreamy.
