Page 26 of Nights Without Night
“Is that how you want to play it?” he murmurs as he cages me between his arms, leaning over my prone body.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say innocently. Isadoro grins.
He grabs the lube, coating his fingers and then thrusting two into me. My hips arch, but I tamp down a noise. His smile widens.
He brushes his mouth against my body, fingers moving in and out of me until he reaches my already hard cock. He licks the base of my dick and I shudder. He moves with small, short, teasing licks until he reaches the tip. Suddenly, his mouth wraps around my cock, his lips tucked over his teeth and pressing right below the head as he strokes the tip roughly with his tongue.
“Jesus, Isa!” I shout, struggling not to thrust up as I rake my fingernails across his scalp.
Merciless, he sucks hard on the tip of my cock and then starts scissoring his fingers inside me. Where he’s usually slow and methodical he’s all brutal intensity now, and my insides liquify.
His lips move down my shaft, a tight, wet ring as his tongue pushes against the underside. Suddenly, I’m in his throat, and he swallows around me. God, he really has done this before. I feel jealousy mix with arousal, almost making it more potent. I clutch at what little hair I can as I thrust into his mouth, not being able to keep still anymore. He just takes it.
Fuck you, I think to whoever has had this before.Fuck you. He’s mine.
In the middle of the confusing mix of emotions, I come. It blindsides me completely, the pleasure having spiked so quickly. My mouth is a wet, soundless ‘O’ as I feel him swallow around me even though I’m not wearing a condom. Not that it’s the first time we’ve gone bare on blowjobs, and I know I’m clean, but the hazy mental note to talk about it stands.
My spent dick rests wetly on my thigh, covered in Isadoro’s spit and the remnants of my come. There’s something disgustingly hot about that.
I try to blink my eyes open but Isadoro is kissing me, tasting of me. I lap at it with a possessiveness I’ve never felt with anybody else.
I only notice his fingers are still inside me when they start to move again.
“What…” I mutter in a haze, but he kisses any protest away. The fingers avoid my prostate but they’re an odd, over-sensitized pleasure inside me.
We drag out each kiss until his fingers become a little more intent. I gasp into his mouth and feel him grin. Slowly, he kisses down my neck until his mouth is on one of my nipples. He drags the flat of his tongue across it and then pulls it with his lips until I’m writhing on the bed. I’m fully hard again, I realize, his fingers massaging my prostate as he bites one nipple, then the other, and back to the first. The live wire of my pleasure sparks against the landscape of my closed eyes.
“Isa, Isa,” I say, and he comes up, mouth leaving my chest to find my lips, kissing me hard and bruising and then just pulling back. His other hand jerks me off slowly and he just watches me unravel, gasping his name.
The second orgasm washes over me in trembling ripples as I look back at Isadoro. When my body finally slumps, it’s exhausted. I look at Isadoro through slit-eyes as he strokes my face. I wait, but he doesn’t remove his fingers from inside me.
“Isa…”
“One more,” he says softly, as if he’s not asking the impossible.
“No, no way,” I say, shaking my head against the pillow even though I already know what’s going to happen.
“One more,” he says, kissing me again.
He keeps pumping his fingers into me. I feel achy and used, my eyes squeezing shut.
The next few minutes are a haze. Every brush of my prostate or my dick drags a whine from me, but it’s as if my body can’t help it. Under Isadoro’s command, it reawakens. He’s got three fingers in me before I even know what’s happening, his other hand massaging my spent balls. My body is not mine, now. It’s his and I hand it over, sparking in his hands.
I’m not quite sure what’s happening when his fingers slide out of my body, but I don’t think to question it. The next moment brings more. Isadoro leans over me and then his cock is inside me. I blink my eyes open and his own are bright stars above me.
He kisses me as he starts moving. He fucks me in slow, deep, precise thrusts that have me half crazy. I’m panting, not sure if the pleasure climbing inside me is too sharp to take. I feel so fucking full, limp-limbed and floating.
When the third orgasm hits it’s almost dry, an aborted cry in my throat Isadoro swallows down. The pleasure is the foam from a crashed wave, sizzling over me.
I feel Isadoro clean me up and then lie next to me, a warm presence around me.
“That’s quite the superpower,” I rasp. He smiles, stroking my face.
At the edge of unconsciousness, I wrap my arms around his body.
“Sleep,” I say, and fall for my own spell.
CHAPTER FIVE
