19. Jamie

19

JAMIE

“Flip over so I can finally get my tongue on you,” Isaac said, his voice a low growl that hit me right in the chest and sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine.

He slid off me, and I immediately rolled over, pressing my cheek against his pillow and spreading my legs wide for him.

“Jesus, Jamie.” He ran one big hand over my ass cheek, his tone as reverent as his touch. “You want that?”

“Yes.” I pulled my knees up and arched my back in a sort of frog pose, popping my ass up in invitation.

The bed shifted as Isaac settled behind me, and then he was splitting me open with his hands.

Instead of feeling vulnerable and exposed, his appreciative rumble tickled my ear and settled deep in my chest, lighting me up from the inside and filling me with eager anticipation.

Hot breath fanned over my skin, then something wet dragged over my hole.

“Holy fuck.” I pressed my face into the pillow and fisted the sheets.

“Good?” he asked.

“So good.” I spread my knees wider. “Do it again.”

Isaac chuckled. “Your command is my wish.”

His tongue stroked my hole, then did this thing where he circled it, fluttering the tip against it.

Fireworks exploded behind my closed lids, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

He chuckled again, the sound low and full of affection, and pressed the flat part of his tongue against my taint and licked a long, slow stripe up my crease and back up to my hole.

“Oh god!” I jerked as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside me.

With another low growl, Isaac went to town on me, licking and tonguing not just my hole but also my crease, my taint, and even my balls.

“Oh god. Fuck. Isaac, baby. That’s so good. So fucking good,” I babbled, my head spinning as the most incredible pleasure consumed me.

Isaac massaged my ass cheeks in his hands, his needy groans mixing with my cries as he teased me.

“Oh fuck. God, Z.” My thighs shook as he pushed his nimble tongue inside me, hot and intrusive and so damn incredible. “Fuck, yes. That’s… thank you,” I choked out, barely aware of anything other than his wicked tongue and how he was fucking me with it. “Thank you,” I repeated, not sure exactly what I was thanking him for but needing to tell him how amazing it felt.

Isaac reached between my legs and gripped my dick.

I jerked away from him, falling on the bed in a heap. “Stop.”

“Babe?” He sounded concerned.

“Too close,” I panted. “Don’t want to come yet.”

“You almost came from having my tongue in you?” He lay over me and kissed just under my ear. “It felt that good?”

“So good.” I turned my face to catch his lips in a kiss, not caring where his mouth had just been.

He kissed me for a few beats, then pulled away. “Let me grab the lube so I can get you ready.”

“Don’t need it,” I muttered, half-delirious.

“Yeah, you do.” He gave my ass a little tap as he sat up. “You didn’t spend an hour with a plug in your ass. You need prep.”

I grumbled but didn’t argue. He was right. As turned on as I was, I’d never taken anything bigger than his fingers, which weren’t much bigger than my plug.

His dick was way bigger than his fingers. Taking him without prep would hurt. I liked it rough, but I wasn’t a fan of pain, and neither was Isaac.

“On your back,” he said. “I want to see you.”

I flopped over like a rag doll, my body limp and uncoordinated.

Isaac helped move me into place and spread my thighs so he could settle between them.

“Ready?” he asked, pouring some lube on his fingers.

Hiking my legs up, I held my knees against my chest, opening myself up for him. “So fucking ready.”

“Jesus, Jamie.” Isaac stared down at me and gently rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

A flutter of pride tickled my chest at his praise. I tugged my knees higher and tilted my hips in a silent invitation.

“Want me to blow you while I prep you?” he asked, slicking one finger over my hole.

“No.” I shook my head. “Too close. I’ll come if you touch me.”

“God, that’s hot.” He rubbed my thigh. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Do it.”

Carefully, he pushed one finger inside me, offering little praises as he worked it deeper.

I was used to this, and the stretch and slight burn only added to my arousal.

“That’s it, Jamie,” he praised, massaging my thigh with his free hand and gently thrusting his finger inside me. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah. Gimme two.” I pushed the back of my head against the pillow, arching into him.

He worked a second finger inside me, flicking his gaze between my face and ass as he fucked me with both.

I sank into the pleasure, letting it consume me until I was wound so tight I was sure I was either going to come or go crazy. Maybe both.

“Now,” I begged. “Need you now.”

“Fuck.” He shuddered and gently pulled his fingers out of me. “Now I know what you meant about liking me all feral. You’re so hot right now.”

I let my legs fall against the bed and lay in a boneless heap. “Your fault for being so good with your tongue,” I mumbled.

He grinned and poured some lube into his hand. “Sorry, not sorry.” He gave himself a few quick strokes to slick himself up. “Ready for me?”

“So ready. How do you want me?”

“Like this.” He lowered himself over me, pressing me into the mattress with his bulk. “I want to be able to see you the first time.”

“I want that too.”

“Is this okay?” He hooked my legs over his arms and sort of bent me in half as he lay over me.

“Yeah, it's good.” Reaching between us, I gripped his cock and notched it against my hole. “There.”

I was so ready for him, but Isaac waited until I breathed in, then pushed against me on my exhale. We both groaned when he breached me.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, sinking deeper. “God, Jamie, you feel so good.”

“You too. I love your cock.” I snickered.

“What?” Isaac asked, still tunneling deeper.

I’d never had a partner I could talk or joke with during sex, and I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing. The easy camaraderie between us made everything feel that much more intimate and special. Like we could truly just let go and unabashedly be ourselves around each other.

It was as freeing as it was amazing.

“I just can’t believe saying stuff like I love your cock is normal for us now.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Right? But who can blame you? I have a spectacular cock.”

“Don’t you mean stupacular?” I teased.

Isaac retaliated by stabbing my prostate with his cockhead.

“Fuck!” I jerked under him.

He chuckled, looking way too pleased with himself.

I clenched around him in revenge, holding him deep inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “ Jesus ,” he gritted out when I relaxed, his hips speeding up as he slung into me.

I gasped and arched into him, all thoughts of teasing and making jokes flying from my mind as Isaac fucked me. Every thrust of his hips sent a wave of pleasure through me that built until it was more like a tsunami, wild and untamed as I rode the pleasure.

Isaac was beauty in motion over me, his powerful body thrusting and holding me up so all I had to do was lay there and take it.

Pleasure spiraled out from my ass and dick, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. Our eyes were locked, our breathing ragged.

With a low growl, Isaac unthreaded his arms from my legs and sort of fell on me, his mouth meeting mine in a blistering kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, and held on for dear life, kissing him frantically as he fucked me so hard I slid up the bed with each pounding thrust.

Bracing one hand on the headboard to stop from shifting any higher and hitting my head, I jammed my other hand between our bodies.

I was so close I could feel the edges of my orgasm slicing toward me, creeping closer with each passing second.

Isaac made an encouraging sound and lifted off me the slightest bit, giving me room to grab my dick.

On my third stroke, Isaac shifted his hips so his cock dragged over my prostate in the most incredible way.

Zings of pleasure detonated throughout my body, and I had to stop kissing Isaac, too far gone to do more than pant against his lips.

“Come on, Jamie,” he commanded harshly. “Come for me.”

My orgasm erupted out of me, my cum splashing between us as I cried out and writhed under him.

Isaac slammed into me one final time. His cock pulsed deep inside me as he came too. Warmth filled me, triggering another wave of pleasure that left me clinging to him and babbling incoherently as aftershocks quaked through my body even before my orgasm fully ended.

Isaac fell on me in a heap, his sweaty skin slick against mine, and threaded his arms under my back to hold me close.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, pressing messy, wet kisses against my skin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I kissed his hair, his cheek, his temple, everywhere I could reach. “Love you so damn much,” I whispered dreamily as the afterglow descended on us.

He snuggled into me, hugging me tight and panting against my neck.

“Gotta say,” he mumbled a few minutes later. “I love your cock too. And your ass. And your mouth. And every other part of you.”

I laughed as a euphoric calm settled over us. “We are pretty stupacular.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He pulled his face out of my neck, a goofy grin stretching his lips.

“Nope. Would you?”

“Not a chance.” He dropped a kiss on my mouth. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

“I am?” I ran my fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

“Yup. I didn’t make my bed for nothing. You’re being romanced, remember?”

“How could I forget.” I couldn’t help kissing him again. “But we should shower first. I don’t think wipes are going to cut it this time.”

“Not this time,” he agreed. “But not yet. Pretty sure I’d fall on my face if I tried to get up right now.”

“Mood.” I sighed happily. “My legs are shaking.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Mine too.”

“Isaac?”

“Hmmm?” He lifted his head so he could look at me.

“Tonight was amazing. All of it.” I pressed my finger against his lips when he started to protest. “All of it,” I repeated firmly. “You put so much thought and effort into making the night special. That means the world to me. And even with the hiccups, it was amazing. Thank you for taking the chance I wanted to but couldn’t.”

He smiled, his features relaxing.

“And we probably should change the sheets before we go to bed,” I added. “We made two wet spots, and I’m now lying in the second one.”

He laughed. “Oops. Guess we’re just going to have to sleep in your bed.”

“Guess so.” I pinched his ass. “Now get your butt up and into the shower so I can watch you get all wet and soapy.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Let’s just say I’m going to make sure I shower at the other end of the gym from you from now on. Picturing it in my head is dangerous enough. Potentially seeing it in public would be a disaster.”

He snickered. “You do realize that’s basically a challenge to make sure I use the shower directly in front of you and give you a show, right?”

I let out a dramatic sigh. “I know. Guess I’ll just have to get really good at jerking off silently and give you your own show.”

He let out a groan. “Now I can’t stop picturing you all soapy and wet and jerking off for me. Do you think we can come a third time? My intrusive thoughts are telling me we can and should try that in the shower right now.”

“Not sure,” I said, pretending to think really hard about it. “I’ve never tried to come three times so close together.”

“Me either.” His mischievous grin was so damn adorable I had to drop my fake pensive act and beamed a big, probably stupid-looking smile at him.

“What’s that face for?” I asked, still grinning at him like a moron.

“Want to up the ante?” He raised his eyebrow suggestively. “Whoever doesn’t come in the shower has to give the other a show the next time we’re in the gym and it’s safe.”

“You’re going to get us banned—or arrested—if you keep giving me ideas like that.”

“Not if we’re careful.” He bumped his soft dick against mine. “What do you say? I’ll even sweeten the pot and add a blow job in a location of your choice if you lose tonight. That way, you still win.”

“And what if you lose tonight?” I asked, rubbing my dick against his.

It was too soon to get hard again, but the friction felt nice, and Isaac’s soft sigh told me he thought so too.

“I’ll wear the gold shorts next time we go out with the guys.”

I shook my head. “Nope. Those are home-only shorts now. No one else gets to see you or your stupacular dick in them ever again.”

Isaac laughed and ran his fingers through my hair. “I like you all possessive. Okay, how about we do the same stakes. You owe me a BJ in the location of my choice?”

“I’m going to end up blowing you somewhere insane, aren’t I?”

Isaac and I had gotten each other off in various places since we started hooking up. The most daring being the pantry at the party, and the gym sauna, but we’d also gotten off in our cars, outside when we had lots of cover, and once in the stairwell of our apartment building.

I still wasn’t sure if I was into exhibitionism or if it was the threat of being caught that made me hot. Isaac was definitely into exhibitionism, and it probably wouldn’t take much to tip me into that category the more we experimented, especially with how creative and daring Isaac could be.

He grinned. “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“You’re going to corrupt me.”

He burst out laughing. “I hate to break it to you, babe. But you’ve already been corrupted. I just help bring it to the surface.”

I laughed with him. “Fine. I accept your terms. Now get your butt up before I roll you over and we work on making a third wet spot here.”

“Your command is my wish.” He pecked a kiss against my mouth and rolled off me. “Although that wasn’t the threat you seem to think it was.”

Chuckling, I sat up and swung my legs over the bed. “Maybe not, but it worked. What are you doing?” I asked as he started gathering the candles he’d placed around the room.

“I’m romancing you, remember? We’ll set them up in the bathroom and take a shower by candlelight.”

“Okay, now that’s romantic.” I stood and stretched my arms above my head.

“Right?” He shot me a triumphant look. “I’m nailing the romance thing. And nailing you.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“I nailed you too.”

“Yes, you did.” He picked up the last candle and balanced it in his arms with the others. “And it was stupacular.”

Laughing, I followed him out of his room and into the bathroom.

A few hours ago, I’d been convinced that Isaac was about to break things off and I’d have to find a way to go back to being his friend.

Now we were boyfriends and about to take a candlelight shower before spending our first night together. And I knew for sure that he loved me as much as I loved him.

Isaac was mine. I’d never been happier, and I knew everything would be okay as long as I had not just my best friend but my partner by my side.

It might have been a crazy ride getting here, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.