Page 51 of Isaiah and Jameson
Jameson gave more, adding another finger so there was some stretch. He wanted Isaiah wild for him. Isaiah rode his fingers like he was a prize pony, the ring of muscles tight around him. Yes. He was mesmerized by the way Isaiah’s ass moved.
“More. More, make me feel it.”
“I think you feel everything, my love.” He slid that third finger in, though.
Isaiah’s frantic motions slowed, the pressure making his lover languid now as he adjusted.
“That’s it, baby boy. Be ready for me. You make me so hard.”
Jameson could sense Isaiah’s response in their bond, in his body. Someone loved when he talked. So he lowered his voice and got even dirtier.
“Gonna fuck your ass, baby. Gonna spank you again with my hips.”
“Please. Hard and deep. Please.”
“Yes. Soon.” He opened up Isaiah’s passage, then grabbed his cock to guide it into place. It was made to fit in that tight, slick sheath, and he eased right in.
“Fuck.” He growled out the word, his need spiraling damn near out of control.
“Yes.” Isaiah slammed back, taking him deep.
Jameson gave up trying to control anything. He just did what he’d said he would. He took his lover hard.
Suddenly they were flying, the water bubbling around them. Isaiah was making these tiny animal noises that made him crazy, made him snap his teeth at the air.
The connection with Isaiah was wide open, their needs twining together, joining them tighter. They were a closed circuit, a complete circle.
Mates.
“Love!” He had never heard Isaiah so hungry.
This was the final step for their bonding. Jameson knew it in his gut. He was going to love Isaiah into completing their mating. Then no one could come between them like that dickhead cousin of Isaiah’s.
He didn’t. He couldn’t. He hurt you and I came.
You saved me. I hope I’m saving you.One way or the other, Jameson already loved Isaiah so much. His heart clenched at the thought of how much he was going to love this man in a decade. A century.
An eternity. Please, love!
“Yes.” He growled the word against the back of Isaiah’s neck, pounding that hot ass, his hips working like a piston.
Isaiah clamped down on his cock, making him roar. It was like a vise, holding him, dragging on his skin. They could barely move, but they did anyway, the whole world pressing in close and then expanding as Jameson’s orgasm burst on him. Isaiah’s climax spun around him, adding to his, making his pleasure go on and on.
They finally collapsed together, slumping down, and Jameson slid his arm between the tub and Isaiah’s belly. Not enough padding there to hold all their weight.
“Love you.” Isaiah’s words were simple. Sure. True.
“And I love you, baby. So much. Together from now on.”
“Together.” Isaiah’s moan was barely a word, but he heard it, loud and clear.
He nodded against Isaiah’s skin, then licked at the vulnerable nape. His mark was there, visible after all these days.
Jameson hummed, happier than he could ever recall. And he had a lot of memories.
“You’re basking.”
“We’re allowed. Are you uncomfortable? We could go bask in bed. Or on that deep leather couch.”
Isaiah chuckled, pure easy pleasure filling him. Couch it was.
Well, after they dried off. No one needed wet leather.
