Page 50 of Isaiah and Jameson
“I will never harm you, love. You have my word.”
“Well, there you go. Now kiss me!” He pushed up Isaiah’s long body to press their lips together. Enough talking, he needed Isaiah to touch, to taste, and he intended to give his boy a reason not to think.
Isaiah clutched him with bruising strength, kissing him until he couldn’t see straight. Thank god.
He grabbed his boy, fingertips digging in deep where he held Isaiah’s arms. Jameson wanted to leave marks, to remind Isaiah this went both ways. Isaiah needed to remember how it felt for Jameson to take him, to send him into submission.
Isaiah had defended his honor, protected him. Saved him. And he was going to prove he was worth it. Jameson slid his fangs into Isaiah’s lower lip, drawing a bead of blood, which made his whole body tingle.
Isaiah arched, pushing up against him, slick and smooth, body licking at him.
That’s it. My perfect love.He let Isaiah hear his thoughts while he reached down to grab that long cock, stroking it, giving it some friction.
Love. Love, I tried…I tried to protect you, but I need…
Hush now, boy. Let me touch you. I’ll spank your ass if you don’t.
Isaiah’s eyebrow arched.Only if I let you.
You will.He bit again, this time on Isaiah’s upper arm.
Isaiah rippled for him, and he sucked, refusing to lose a drop to the water.
This was his, and before they were done he would feed Isaiah back. Then he would get more blood in his mate, tie him up, and bite him again.
Isaiah rocked, water splashing. That image clearly appealed.
He sent a thought of his boy’s ass red and hot, filled with a plug as Isaiah sucked him.
That got him a moan, Isaiah nodding hard.
Mmmm. I want to beat you purple. He licked at the spot he’d opened, closing the wounds.
“Yours, Jameson. All yours.”
“Yes. Mine. I want everything.” He wanted some of it now too. He lifted Isaiah up, draping him half over the lip of the big tub, that ass just out of the water. “So ready for my hand.”
“Hey! This is the tub!”
“So much easier to soak out the soreness after.” He slapped one perfect cheek. Nothing was sacred. Not here. Not between them. The water made the slap louder.
“Jameson!” That shout was approval, though. Not dismay.
“Yes, baby?” He swatted again, and again.
“Oh!” Isaiah wagged his hips, begging for it, and he gave it, over and over. This connected them, settled them back into their world. It was time for them to come home.
Together.
So Jameson knelt up and let Isaiah have it, let everything fly.
It took time and tears for that sweet ass to achieve the color he was looking for, but he got it. He managed it. He surveyed his work for long moments before adding one more swat to each fine cheek.
“Enough. Jameson! I have need.”
“I do too, love.” The water had a slick feel thanks to the bubbles, so he pushed Isaiah a back down a bit so he could press a finger deep into Isaiah’s burning ass.
“More,” Isaiah arched, offering himself totally. Look at that. That vision made Jameson’s mouth dry.
