18. Isaac

18

ISAAC

“Get naked,” Jamie ordered, his voice a low growl, as he palmed his cock over his briefs.

I tore off my clothes so fast I would have looked like a blur if we were in a cartoon.

Jamie raked his eyes up and down my body and paused on my cock. I was so hard it stuck out in front of me, flushed and already wet with precum.

“So hot.” He rubbed his dick lazily, tracing his eyes over my stomach, then pecs, and to my face.

“Jamie,” I moaned, clenching around the plug, which made me moan again.

The plug was driving me crazy, and Jamie’s fiery looks and commanding nature were only adding to my torture.

I’d spent the last week wearing it for a little bit each night before I went to bed. But like a dumbass, I’d thought putting it in and setting a timer would be enough to get used to having it inside me.

Twenty, even thirty minutes of wearing it in my room felt good, but it was more background pleasure, and I’d assumed it would be the same if I wore it to the bar for an hour.

I hadn’t factored in how different it would feel if I was walking around, driving, or sitting in public and having to pretend like I wasn’t rock hard and so turned on I could barely think straight.

All that pressure on my prostate, not to mention the constant shifting and rubbing of the smooth plug against it every time I moved, felt incredible. But it was how my body kept involuntarily clenching around it, squeezing the plug and forcing it into the perfect position, that was my undoing.

Jamie pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Z.”

I preened under his appreciative gaze and gave my cock a slow stroke, needing some sort of relief.

“Did I say you could do that?” He arched his eyebrow and ran one hand down his chest.

My eyes tracked his hand, following it as it traced a path over his stomach and back up to his pec.

I had a thing for Jamie’s chest and hands. I loved how firm and strong his pecs were, how soft his skin was under the light smattering of hair that covered them.

And I really loved watching him touch himself, see his big hands running over his miles of golden skin.

I let go of my cock with a garbled whimper.

“Turn around and let me see it.” His eyes blazed with lust, his expression nearly as feral as I felt.

I did as he said, my entire body tight and practically vibrating with need.

The rustling of clothes caught my attention, then the thump of something hitting the floor rang out in the room.

I glanced over my shoulder as Jamie kicked his jeans to the side, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. His heated gaze was glued to my ass.

Deliberately, I bent over at the waist and spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of the plug.

Jamie’s growl of approval tickled my ear a second before his hand closed over my ass cheek.

I moaned and pushed back against his hand. He wrapped his other arm around my chest and dragged me back so I was pressed up against his front.

“Jamie,” I gasped, clenching desperately around the plug as he massaged my ass cheek in his big hand.

“I’ve got you, Z.” He pressed a soft kiss under my ear. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

I let out a shuddering breath and forced my body to relax.

“That’s it,” he praised, rubbing my chest with his hand. “You’re doing good, Z.”

He slipped his other hand across my ass cheek and dipped his fingers into my crease. He trailed them down, then pressed on the base of the plug.

I jolted like he’d zapped me with a live wire, the pressure sending a zing of pleasure through me.

“Jamie,” I groaned.

“This is so hot.” He kissed my neck, gently nibbling my skin with his teeth. “Does it feel good when I do this?” He thumped his finger against the base a few times.

“Too good,” I moaned, letting my head drop back against his shoulder.

“Get on the bed, on your back,” he rumbled, his lips next to my ear. “And I’ll fuck you exactly how you need.”

Spinning on my heel, I scurried over and practically dove onto the bed in my haste to obey, sweeping the petals away and scrambling up the mattress so I could flop onto my back with my head on my pillow.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, fisting my hands in the comforter. All that fumbling moved the plug around inside me, and my entire body tingled deliciously.

“Supplies?” Jamie asked, coming to stand beside the bed.

I waved my hand at the bedside table in a vague motion. “Hurry.”

Chuckling, he tugged open the drawer and dug around inside.

“Uh, Z?” He pulled out a bottle of lube and shot me a curious look. “There aren’t any condoms.”

“Yeah. I know.” I groaned and flexed my hips, shifting the plug inside me and sending another flurry of tingles through me. “Words are hard right now.”

Jamie tossed the lube onto the bed and climbed on top of me, lowering himself until he blanketed my body. “If you could talk right now, would you tell me you don’t have any condoms in there because you want to go bare?”

I nodded.

He smiled. “And if I told you I went and got tested the week after we started this, would you tell me you also got tested?”

“Yeah.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a deranged koala.

It didn’t escape me that we’d gotten tested around the same time, and neither of us had said anything to the other.

I hadn’t wanted to make it seem like I was trying to push him into more, and I assumed Jamie had held back for the same reason.

“I’ve never gone bare before.” He dipped his head and pecked a soft kiss against my lips.

“Me either.” I bumped my dick against his. “Only with you.”

He let out a shuddering sigh, his hot breath fanning over my face. “My inner caveman is really excited right now. He’s loving that I’m not only your first guy, but the first you go bare with.”

“Tell him to hurry the fuck up or the show will be over before it starts.” I rocked my hips, forcing my dick to drag against his.

Jamie chuckled and slid one hand between us. “I’ll pretend you said something super romantic and sweet.”

“I’ll be as romantic and sweet as you want once you get your dick in me.”

He huffed out an affectionate laugh. “I like you all feral like this.”

“I’d like you more if— ungh .” I moaned as Jamie pushed on the plug.

“What was that?” Jamie gripped the base of the plug, fumbling a bit with the awkward angle. “You’d like me more if I fucked you?”

“Yes, dammit.” I glared up at him, but even I could tell the effect was ruined by how far gone I was.

“Your command is my wish.” He pressed a kiss against my lips. “Breathe in.”

I sucked in a breath and held it.

“Now let go and relax,” he murmured.

I did as he said, focusing on his voice and his lips hovering over mine and not on how the plug wiggled inside me as he tugged on it.

“Again, babe,” he coached.

Leaning up, I slotted our mouths together, needing the distraction so I didn’t lose my ever-loving mind and come all over him.

He kissed me back, slowing things down by backing off and nipping at my lips every time I tried to deepen it.

The distraction worked, and my body relaxed enough he was able to dislodge the plug.

The moan I let out was embarrassingly loud, but Jamie swallowed it with his kisses and gently worked the plug out of me.

The sensation of it falling out of me was jarring, and I clenched around nothing, my thighs shaking and my mind spinning.

“That’s it, Z.” Jamie tossed the plug aside and scooped up the lube. “Let me get ready, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Don’t need it.” I batted the lube out of his hand. “Just put it in and fuck me already.”

“So romantic.” Jamie chuckled and swiped the bottle off the bed.

“Next round, you’ll get romance,” I promised breathlessly, unhooking my ankles and letting my legs fall apart so my thighs were spread wide. “Now fuck me like I owe you money before I lose my goddamn mind.”

Jamie let out a little snort-laugh and flicked the cap of the lube open. “Patience, Z. I’m going to fuck you,” he promised, pouring some of the lube into his hand. “But I’m not going to hurt you.”

Reaching between us, he slicked the lube over his cock, then rubbed his fingers against my hole.

“Jamie,” I whined, pushing back against his hand like a man possessed.

He pulled his fingers away and shifted so he lay over me. “I’ve got you. Just relax for me.”

Something broad and blunt poked at my hole. I stopped myself from pushing back against it, letting Jamie lead.

“That’s it.” He pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Now bear down and let me in.”

Jamie’s kiss was soft and sweet as he pushed into me, his pace slow and deliberate.

I sighed against his lips, my mind a bit floaty as his thighs brushed my ass.

“You’re inside me,” I mumbled, half delirious from the intensity of having all of Jamie in me.

My plug was a hell of a lot smaller and thinner than Jamie’s dick, and the burn from the extra stretch felt incredible as he tunneled deeper than anything ever had.

“I am.” He dropped another sweet kiss on my lips and slowly pulled out. “God, you feel amazing.”

I gripped his ass and yanked, driving my hips up as I hauled him down, forcing him to slam back into me. “Hard,” I begged. “Need it hard.”

Jamie let out a little snarl that was way too hot and buried his face in my neck, his hips pistoning as he pumped inside me.

I moaned and shifted, angling my hips so he hit exactly where I needed him to.

Every glide of his cock over my prostate sent another zing of pleasure through me, building on each other until I was mumbling incoherently and clawing at his back, begging him to go harder and faster, even though he was already fucking me so hard my headboard slammed against the wall in a frantic rhythm.

Jamie tore his mouth from mine and sat back on his heels, his thighs spread wide and his powerful body looming over me like some sort of sex god.

I stared up at him, clenching around his length and panting like I’d just finished running speed drills.

Gripping my thighs, Jamie slammed into me, fucking me hard and yanking me back to meet every punishing thrust.

I lay on the bed, delirious with pleasure and moaning non-stop as my best friend and boyfriend fucked me within an inch of my life.

“Stroke yourself,” he gritted out. “Get yourself off.”

I fisted the comforter, gripping it tight. I was so close I knew I’d come the second either of us touched my dick.

Jamie looked down at where we were joined. “Fuck, Z. You have no idea how hot it is to see you take my cock like this.”

I moaned, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as my lower half tightened.

Holy shit, I was about to come hands-free.

“Oh god,” Jamie’s rhythm faltered, and a look of bliss crossed his handsome features. “I can feel it. Feel you coming.”

With an inhuman cry, I arched right off the bed, my cock bucking wildly between us as Jamie continued to fuck me within an inch of my life.

“That’s it, Z. Come for me,” Jamie encouraged. “Come on my cock and let me feel it.”

I obeyed, my brain blinking off as my body gave in and my orgasm tore out of me. Ropes of cum landed on my stomach and chest as I came, shaking and shuddering from the force of my release.

Jamie cried out and slammed into me, grinding his cock deep inside me and triggering another burst of pleasure that was so strong it stole my breath.

Jamie let go of my legs and fell on me, his slick body heavy and hot as he pressed me into the mattress.

Greedily, I wrapped myself around him and buried my face in his neck, too far gone to even attempt kissing him.

Jamie held me tight, his hips jerking as he came with a strangled cry, emptying deep inside me as we lay together in a heap of sweaty skin and tangled limbs.

“That was awesome,” I mumbled when I could form words again, nuzzling my cheek against Jamie’s neck. “You fucked me so good my feet are tingling.”

“I did?” Jamie lifted his head, a lazy grin on his perfect lips. He looked and sounded absurdly pleased with himself.

I sighed, enjoying the tingles moving through me in waves as I rode the afterglow. “I came hands-free,” I told him.

“I noticed.” He ran his thumb over my cheekbone, then smoothed it down my cheek. “That was so hot.”

“Tell me about it. I came hands-free,” I repeated, still a bit loopy from my orgasm.

“You did.” He grinned and pecked a kiss against my lips. “Was it as good as it looked?”

“Did it look stupacular? Because that’s how it felt.”

“Stupacular?” Jamie’s laugh was soft and so full of love and affection that it made my heart skip a beat.

“My brain wanted to say spectacular and my mouth was voting for stupendous.” I rolled my shoulder in a little shrug. “Not my fault that’s what came out. You fucked me stupid.”

Jamie’s softening cock fell out of me, and we both winced. “I’m not a fan of that part.”

“Me either.” Jamie shifted so he was propped up on his arms and looking down at me. “Did I hurt you at all?”

I shook my head, a big, goofy-feeling grin splitting my lips. “Not at all. Every second of that was amazing.”

He shifted off me and settled on his back, extending his arm in invitation.

I rolled into his embrace, putting my head on his chest and throwing one of my legs over his.

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss against my hair.

“Tonight was a wild ride,” he said with an amused chuckle. “An hour ago, I was convinced you were done with this and you were trying to find a way to break up with me. Now we’re boyfriends, and I just had the best sex of my life.”

“Best sex of your life, huh?” I grinned up at him like a moron.

“Yup.” He gave me a little squeeze and shot me a playful smile. “You don’t agree?”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” I traced a pattern on his chest with my finger. “Even if I was half out of my mind and feral.”

Jamie laughed. “Not gonna lie, that was hot as fuck.” He rubbed my back in slow circles. “When did you get the plug?”

“I ordered it the night you told me about yours. Thank fuck I get home from work before you, because the packaging left nothing to the imagination.”

Jamie’s eyes danced with amusement. “Really? Now I’m mad I didn’t get to see it.”

“I took a picture. I’ll show you later,” I promised. “But let’s just say it was very much dick shaped, and I’m never going to be able to look at the old lady who lives on the first floor again. Not after pulling that out of our mailbox in front of her.”

Jamie laughed and shifted beneath me. “At least you gave her a story to tell her friends.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just getting a bit uncomfortable.” He shot me a wry grin. “Going bare is messy, and I’m in the wet spot.”

“Oops.” Laughing, I rolled off him. “Here, shift over, and I’ll get us something to clean up with.”

Jamie shimmied to the left as I scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the packet of baby wipes I kept under there for quick clean-ups.

“Handy.” He pulled a few from the offered package.

I pulled some wipes from the pack and tossed it aside. “Saves me from having to get my ass up and into the bathroom after an O.”

“Smart man.”

It was a bit awkward cleaning up while lying in bed together, but that was mostly because we couldn’t stop laughing as we rolled around. Going bare was messy, but totally worth it to get to share that intimacy with Jamie.

When we were done, Jamie lay back on the bed, but before I could say anything, he reached under him and pulled out one of the fake rose petals I’d written my message in. “Plastic?” he asked, rubbing it between his fingers.

“I saw a TikTok where this botanist explained how they prep roses for transportation, and let’s just say that fake is the way to go.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He tossed the petal aside and crooked his finger at me. “Now get back over here and cuddle me.”

Getting up on my hands and knees, I crawled over to him. “And it’s not like I’d know where to get real rose petals anyway. I found those when I was looking for the candles.”

“A florist?” Jamie suggested as I lay on top of him like we’d been before we’d stopped to clean up.

I dropped my head on his chest with a groan. “I didn’t even think of that. I really am just a dumb jock.”

“Maybe.” Jamie ran his hands up my arms and cupped my cheeks, gently lifting my head. “But you’re my dumb jock.” He pecked a kiss against my mouth.

I parted my lips, deepening the kiss before he could pull away.

Jamie sighed and kissed me back, rubbing my cheeks with slow arcs of his thumbs.

We stayed like that for a long time, just kissing each other. There was no urgency, no seduction. Our kisses were slow and lazy and indulgent, the kind of kisses that were about sharing intimacy with someone you couldn’t get enough of.

When we finally broke apart, we were both grinning like fools.

“I love you,” he said, smoothing the pad of his thumb over my eyebrow.

“I love you too.”

“I can’t believe you wore a plug tonight.” He huffed out an affectionate laugh. “Only you would go from ass play virgin to wearing a plug out on a date so you could take your first dick with no prep.”

“I saw it going differently in my head,” I confessed. “But I’m not mad at how it all turned out.” I paused. “Well, not totally mad. I’m pissed as hell I made you freak out and ruined our date.”

Jamie pressed a loud, smacking kiss against my hair. “Stop beating yourself up over that. You didn’t ruin anything. I would have been in even worse shape than you if I’d had my plug in while we’d been out.”

“You think?” I asked.

He snort-laughed. “I know I would have. Do you remember when you went with Asa to sell that guy his old laptop?”

I nodded.

“And you remember how I pretty much tackled you when you came home?”

“I remember,” I said with a grin.

That had been a fun evening. I’d barely closed the door behind me when Jamie slammed me against the wall and kissed the shit out of me. Before I’d fully registered what was happening, he dropped to his knees and gave me one of the best blowjobs I’d ever had.

It was messy and wet and full of desperate need. And the sounds Jamie made, the low moans and frantic slurps, had been playing in my head on a loop ever since.

I came in less than five minutes, my orgasm so strong my legs gave out and I slid down the wall and right onto the floor the second Jamie finished swallowing.

When I tried to grab him to reciprocate, he’d given me a sheepish grin and waved at the wet spot in his sweats.

“I didn’t tell you, but I was wearing my plug.”

I lifted my head and gaped at him. “You were?”

He nodded, his cheeks going ruddy. “I read something online that said it would feel good if I wore it around the house and did mundane stuff. I figured you’d be gone for a few hours, so I put it in and caught up on some chores.”

I snickered. “And how did that work out for you?”

“Let’s just say it was very confusing to be rock hard and fucking the air to move the damn plug inside me while I was doing the dishes. Then you came home before I finished because it took me a fucking hour to wash a half dozen plates and bowls because I kept having to stop so I didn’t come.”

I rolled my lips inward to stop my laughter but ended up letting out a ridiculous snort instead.

I knew exactly how he felt, and the mental image of him was damn funny.

“Yuk it up, chuckles.” Jamie pinched my ass. “It’s not like you were complaining when you came home.”

“And I’m not complaining now.” I pecked a soft kiss against his smiling lips. “That was fucking hot.”

“It was.” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “I came without touching myself.”

I groaned, my dick perking up and going half-hard. “You did?”

He nodded, his smile falling. “I didn’t like hiding so much from you the past few months.”

I shifted so I was on top of him, my hips between his spread legs, and our bodies pressed together.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes full of regret.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair.

“I was trying to be so careful I didn’t spook you or push for more than you were willing to give.” He sighed and lifted his head as I bent to kiss his throat. “It felt like I was constantly lying to you. I hated it.”

“You didn’t lie to me.” I kissed his throat again. “Keeping things to yourself isn’t the same as lying.”

He sighed again and wrapped his strong arms around me. “Maybe not about that, but I lied about other stuff. I told you I didn’t remember the threesome, but I did. I told you I was drunk, and I wasn’t.”

“I lied about that too,” I reminded him gently.

“Did you want to have it?” he asked.

“Not really, but yes,” I said honestly.

Even after all this time, we hadn’t really talked about it other than to acknowledge that it happened and we didn’t regret it.

“Yeah, same.” He smiled, but his eyes were sad.

I didn’t like that and bent to press a soft kiss against his lips. “I was jealous as hell that night.”

“You were?”

I nodded. “So fucking jealous. I didn’t understand it at the time. I just thought I was in a bad mood, but a bad mood didn’t explain why I wanted to put my fist through the wall when April showed up. Or why I was trying to cockblock you when she didn’t leave with everyone else.”

“You were trying to cockblock me?” The corner of Jamie’s mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I was trying to cockblock you.”

“Me?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded. “She wasn’t being subtle about wanting to hook up with you again. I thought she was hoping I’d give you guys the room when everyone left. That’s why I stuck around and didn’t go to bed.”

“Really? I thought she was trying to wrangle some alone time with you. That’s why I didn’t leave either.”

“That wasn’t the vibe I got.”

“Guess we were both wrong.” I couldn’t stop playing with his hair. I loved the sensation of the thick, glossy strands sliding between my fingers. And I really loved the way Jamie pressed against my touch like a needy kitten.

“Or were we both right?” he asked, cracking a smile.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked softly.

“Yes, but for all the wrong reasons.” He sighed. “I didn’t do it because I wanted to have a threesome, but because I wanted you, even if I didn’t understand it at the time.” He bit his lip and loosely held my hips.

“That’s exactly why I said yes.” I smoothed my fingers down his cheek. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

His breathing hitched. “You couldn’t?”

Shaking my head, I resumed playing with his soft hair. “You were so beautiful, babe. Everything about you was so fucking gorgeous. I was mesmerized.” I let out a shuddering breath as my body tightened and my heart squeezed in my chest from the memories. “Watching you, seeing you come, was everything. And it didn’t freak me out. Not until after. In the moment, it felt right, even if I didn’t understand why.”

“Holy fuck.” Jamie closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “You definitely don’t suck at romance because that was the most beautiful and romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Is that really an accomplishment when my previous attempt at romance was slapping the lube out of your hand and demanding that you stick your dick in me and fuck me like I owed you money?” I asked with a grin.

He laughed and hooked his legs around my thighs. “You did add flower petals and candles. I’d say that ups the romance factor. And I’m a simple guy. Feral Isaac begging for my cock is pretty damn romantic in my books.”

“Glad you think so, because that was all I was capable of by that point.” I paused. “I have a confession for you.”

“Another one?” He quirked his eyebrow playfully.

“I kissed you on purpose that night at the bar. In the bathroom.”

His eyes widened. “You did?”

“Yeah. I don’t even remember deciding to do it. I was just so confused about what I was feeling, and I saw you leaning in, and I just went for it.”

“I thought I kissed you,” he said.

“Nope.” I ran my thumb over his jaw, his stubble rasping against my skin. “That was all me. I kinda hate that our first kiss was an impulse.”

“I kinda love it now that I know it wasn’t an accident.” He smiled. “And I have my own confession about that kiss.”

“What’s that?”

“I liked it.” His neck flushed pink. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about it after. It freaked me the fuck out, but I wanted more.”

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “Me too.” Leaning down, I traced the tip of my tongue over the path my thumb had just taken.

Jamie’s lips parted with a soft sigh. I kissed his bottom lip, then the top one.

“Isaac,” Jamie breathed, arching into me and pressing his hard cock against mine.

Greedily, I covered his mouth with mine and deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue between his lips and stroking it against his.

He moaned and kissed me back, rolling his hips so our erections dragged together in a long, slow scrape.

Breaking the kiss, I stared down at the man I was madly in love with, who miraculously loved me too.

“Babe?” he asked, his curious gaze searching my face.

“Flip over so I can finally get my tongue on you.”