Page 22 of Nights Without Night
“It was an accident! And it’s freaking hotdog bread, come on,” I say. Isadoro smiles. I do not like the look in his eyes at all.
He turns toward me and starts throwing the bread right at my feet.
“What are you doing?” I say, backpedalling, but he keeps going. “Stop!” I say, but the geese are already charging. I scream as one of them starts flapping its massive wings right in front of me, running away. When I turn back to look at Isadoro, he’s doubled over, laughing.
“Fucking asshole!” I shout at him, even though I’m kind of laughing too. I run over and shove him hard. He topples over easily, already unbalanced by his moronic laughing.
He’s been startled into silence, and as he gets up I see that the side he landed on is covered in geese shit. Now, I’m the one who starts laughing, wrapping my arm around my middle and tilting my head back.
When I look back at him, however, he’s almost all the way up. I recognize the glint in his eyes. I immediately stop laughing.
“Do not come near me. Do. Not. Come.Near. Me.”I squeal the last words as Isadoro charges me and I sprint away. It takes him an embarrassingly short amount of time to catch me, however. As soon as he does, he starts rubbing his side against me, getting the shit on my jacket too.
“No!” I howl.
“Payback is geese shit,” he grins.
We return home cold, dirty, but grinning.
“Dibs on the shower!” I say as soon as we get home.
“You are a child,” he laughs. I stick my tongue out at him.
“Suck it, poophead.”
I lounge on his bed after I take my shower, back against the mattress with my feet on the floor. I’ve just put some sweatpants on and flip through my phone nonchalantly as I wait. I hear the bathroom door open and put the phone down, propping myself up on my elbows.
Isadoro pauses as soon as he steps into the room. His eyes go straight to me, looking down my mostly-prone body and then up again. I smirk, widening my knees a little. His eyes go dark and he looks so good my mouth waters. There’s just a white towel around his waist, and the expanse of muscle and skin on display has me honest-to-god hardening in my sweatpants. Isadoro must notice because it’s his turn to smirk.
“Jerk,” I say, for looking so fucking delicious and being so many steps away. I cup myself through the soft cloth, tilting my head back and moaning, drawing the noise out.
It works. Isadoro flings the towel to the side and prowls toward me. His dick hangs heavy and thick between his legs.
“Yeah,” I grunt. As soon as Isadoro reaches me, he grabs hold of my sweatpants and yanks them down and off in almost one movement.
“Jesus!” I say, heart thundering, but then Isadoro is on me, kissing any further words right from my mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, pushing him against me. There’s something wild and insatiable inside me, something I’m having trouble containing. I bite at his lips and drag my nails across his back, rubbing my dick against his abs. For once, he’s the one struggling to keep up.
“I want,” I say against his lips before pushing him away. He grunts in surprise and I squirm from under him, leaving him confused and on his front. I straddle the small of his back and push his head against the bed, cheek-side down. He groans low in his throat and, God, that sound. It cuts right through me.
I want him so much the feeling almost burns.
“Are you gonna take what I give you?” I murmur in his ear. He grunts again, and I feel his hips move as he rubs himself against the bedspread.
“None of that,” I say, smacking him lightly on the ass. He makes another little noise and stops. I can see the want in him too, and it only emboldens me.
“Don’t move,” I tell him, and my hands turn soft, leaving it to his discipline to follow my order. He stills, the tautness crackling in the air.
I move down his body. My hands may be gentle, but my hungry mouth is vicious. I bite and suck a path down his back, mapping out all the tension lines holding for me.
When I reach his ass, I grip each cheek in a hand, squeezing tight. Isadoro huffs out a choked sound and I can’t take it anymore. I part his cheeks and lick a long line against his hole.
The reaction is immediate. He jerks under me, his hips pressing against the bed.
“Jesus!” he says. I move back slightly, humming contemplatively. My hands are still on his cheeks, and I press both my thumbs against his hole, rubbing my spit in. I lick him again, right over my thumbs and his hole, getting him wetter.
I watch as one of my thumbs presses inside. The rippled ring sucks it in, Isadoro’s hips tilting slightly to give me a better angle. I twist my thumb and, without ceremony, push the other one in so they’re nail-to-nail, facing sideways. Isadoro gasps and I push them in as far as they’ll go.
