Chapter 13

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I carried Isaac back to my room and laid him out on the bed. His face was flushed a deep red, his rosy lips parted as his breathing became heavier, and his green eyes were fastened to every move I made. It was intoxicating, being the object of his desire. Being the one he was so aroused for. After everything he'd told me, I needed this to be good for him. I needed him to feel safe. Cherished. Like he was the most precious thing in the world.

I knew he'd been through something awful, but I never imagined it would be as devastating as what he'd told me. I wanted to find Ethan and skin him alive. I wanted to confront Sam and force him to tell me where his brother was so I could hunt him down and make sure he got everything he deserved. I'd never been angrier in my entire life, and the fact that Ethan had been willing and able to harm someone as sweet and vulnerable as Isaac made him a fucking monster. A monster I desperately needed to destroy with my own two hands.

But more than that, I wanted to wrap Isaac in my arms and never let him leave. I wanted to protect him until my dying day and make sure—make goddamn sure —no one and nothing could ever hurt him again. I promised myself that as long as I was here, as long as he wanted me around, I wouldn't let that happen.

And now? Now I would give Isaac anything he wanted, even if it was an experience that he feared. I knew he was afraid, but he wanted it more than he was afraid, and he was trusting me to make it good for him.

And I damn well would.

My hungry eyes devoured every inch of his small, lithe body, and I dragged the shirt over my head. Folding it neatly, I set it on my dresser and pulled open the top drawer, where I kept my lube. I set the bottle on the bedside table and watched Isaac's eyes flicker to the lube, then back to me. His pupils were so dilated there was hardly any green left, and he was squirming on the covers. His eyes were greedy as they drifted across my chest, my arms, my abdomen. He licked those pretty little lips and rubbed the heel of his palm against his erection.

I moved to stand over him and grabbed his wrist. "Uh uh, sweetheart, that's for me to take care of." His frustrated whine had my cock thickening even more, and when I snagged his other wrist and pressed his hands into the pillow beside his head, I said, "Keep them here."

He practically glared at me, and I tried hard not to laugh. But he kept them there, and I crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips and resting my palms on either side of his hands. I lowered my head and captured those soft red lips in mine, and he let out a little satisfied sigh. He'd been so incredibly vocal this morning that it was hard to contain my excitement about hearing every noise he was going to make. I'd been so aroused while sucking him off that when he'd wailed while coming, it had immediately sent me over the edge. Fuck, he was so goddamn sexy and I loved every moment with him.

I drew back, and he blinked up at me lazily. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and dragging it over his head and off his arms. Then I nudged his cheek aside with my nose, baring his neck to me. His breath hitched at the first touch of my lips on his pulse point, and he gasped loudly when I bit down. I licked along the spot to soothe the bite, then trailed kisses down his throat, dipping my tongue into the little hollow and nibbling along one clavicle. His fingers flew to my hair, threading and gripping tightly when I swirled my tongue around his nipple.

"Oh, fuck," he said, panting against the top of my head. A small laugh burst out of me, and when I bit down gently on the hard bud, he said, "Oh fuck ." I slid one hand down his ribcage, past his stomach, and latched onto his flank, squeezing. His legs were parted around me, his fingers continuously flexing in my hair as I teased his nipple with bites and firm lashes of my tongue. He started whining in the back of his throat, a tiny sound that became choppy as his breathing picked up and got more ragged. He was thrusting his hips into my stomach and I could feel the heat of his erection as he tried to relieve the ache, tried to chase his pleasure. I was throbbing in my pants, my own hips grinding into the mattress. I moved quickly to the other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention, loving his response, loving the feel of that small, hard bud in my mouth and against my tongue.

"Brody," Isaac whimpered. "Brody I'm gonna?—"

I ripped myself off his chest and stared down at him, panting. "No," I said. "Not yet."

"Then don't fucking do that!" he cried.

I laughed and leaned down to take his lips in mine, biting gently on the bottom one. Drawing back, I said, "Then don't be so fucking sexy."

"I'm definitely not," he said, his flush deepening.

With a growl, I shoved my forehead against his, staring hard into his eyes even though we were way too close for anything to be in focus. "You are the sexiest fucking person I've ever been with," I said heatedly. "You're fucking perfect , Isaac. Don't ever think differently." I nuzzled my nose against his, then kissed his lips quickly. "Now let me show you just how sexy I think you are, baby."

His eyes were fixed on mine, filled with some intense emotion I couldn't quite read, and when I scooted back and gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers, when I looked up at him for confirmation, he nodded and said, "Do it."

My smile felt a little predatory, but then again, I was feeling that way. Because I was about to show this beautiful boy just how much I wanted him. Just how good I could make him feel. I pulled his pants and boxers off in one go, throwing them on the floor and looking at all that gorgeous, naked skin. He was pale everywhere, skin practically glowing with perspiration, and I loved the way it looked whenever I touched him. The contrast of our skin tones. His cock was so damn pretty, too. It was proportionate to his size, long and a little skinny, like the rest of him, with blond curls at the base. And he was so hard now that there was a thick vein bulging along the side, the head a deep red and leaking precum from his slit. In fact, there was a long string of it where his cock had bumped against his lower belly after I'd taken his pants off. I leaned up and swiped the fluid with my tongue, unable to stop myself from slipping his dripping tip into my mouth and sucking gently. His hands flew to my head again, and he groaned. Long and loud and so fucking dirty. I humped down into the bed as the sound sent a heady burst of pleasure right to my balls.

I popped off his cock and said, "Fuck, baby, the noises you make drive me fucking crazy ." I went lower and drew his sac into my mouth, tonguing him and sucking delicately on his balls. Isaac bucked like he'd been electrocuted, a shouted wail erupting from his throat and making my dick leak. I let his balls go and licked lower, then palmed the backs of his thighs, lifting my head to meet his eyes. He was staring down at me with so much intensity, pupils completely blown, lips parted, chest heaving. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "Please, Brody."

I kissed the inside of his thigh and said, "If you want me to stop, say stop, and I will, okay? If you don't like anything I'm doing, tell me. If anything hurts, tell me. Okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding strained.

"But this definitely won't hurt. Not in a bad way, at least. I promise, Isaac." Unable to resist, I kept kissing along the soft skin of his inner thigh, tasting the sweetness of his skin and smelling his delicious musk. "What do you say if you don't want me to continue?"

"S-stop," he whispered.

I bit down gently on his thigh, and murmured, "Good boy." Then I pushed his legs up toward his chest, my hands locked around the back of his knees, and when I got my first glimpse of him spread open for me, I nearly came.

Fuck, his pink little hole was so small. The skin around the rim was puckering as Isaac kept clenching over and over again, and the pale skin of his ass only made it seem pinker. With a deep groan, I said, "Baby, you're gonna make me come just from looking at you." Then I lowered my head, flattened my tongue, and licked a slow line from his tailbone to his taint, dipping my tongue the tiniest bit as I passed his hole, getting my first taste of him. Isaac cried out, his hands once again gripping tightly to my hair, fingers flexing as he tried to hold on.

Holy fuck, I was going to lose my mind. I kept my tongue flat as I licked up his hole, letting him get used to the feel of it, trying to take it slow even though I wanted to fuck the shit out of his hole with short, sharp bursts of my tongue. Isaac was moving his hips now, and I pressed his legs back harder, tightening my hands to try and hold him still. I started circling around his entrance, lazy revolutions, and then slowly pointed my tongue and slipped it inside.

"Brody!" Isaac shouted, curling over me and gripping my hair so hard it hurt. I lifted my head up, needing to see his face, to see if I'd hurt him.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?"

"N-no, don't stop," he panted. "Please, don't stop. It feels good."

"Good," I said, pushing his legs back and kissing along one ass cheek until I reached his hole again. But I wanted a different angle, wanted him to be more exposed, so I sat up and kneeled, inching forward until his lower half was settled on top of my thighs. Then I grabbed his waist and tugged him down more, until his ass was basically in the air for me. "Baby, put your hands on the back of your knees. That's it. Just like that, good boy. Now hold yourself like that for me."

My cock was so close to him now, and I couldn't help thrusting my hips and sliding my erection along his entrance. Even through my clothes, it felt fucking amazing.

"Oh my—oh my god," Isaac gasped, and my gaze flew to his face in time to watch his eyes roll back and his mouth gape open. His cock twitched where it hung, and I felt almost drunk with my lust for him. I rubbed myself over him again and again, until I felt like I was gonna lose control with the way he was gasping and moaning, so I leaned back, slid my hands under his ass, and lifted it. I slipped my tongue inside, and as I pulled out, sucked on his rim. I repeated that over and over until Isaac was moaning with every exhale, his entire body trembling, and then I fucked him in earnest. My nose was shoved against his taint as I speared into him in long, rhythmic thrusts, curling my tongue with every pull out. Isaac was practically sobbing below me, his fingers stark white against the backs of his knees, but I didn't want him to come just yet. With one last, long lick up his entire crease, I drew back, breathing hard.

Isaac's cock had leaked so much precum over his stomach that it was dripping down to his chest. I moved my knees out from under him, peeled his fingers off his legs and gently unfurled his body. His small chest was moving rapidly, flushed as dark as his face, and when I leaned down and licked up every drop of precum from his torso, his hands curled around my shoulders. I looked up at him and said, "The taste of you is fucking addicting, Isaac." I kissed his chin, the corner of his mouth, and then pressed my lips fully to his. He immediately slipped his tongue into my mouth, moaning and thrusting his cock up into my stomach.

"Do you like how you taste?" I asked once I'd pulled back.

"Yeah," he said, his soft breaths puffing against my swollen lips.

"Did you like that, baby?" I nuzzled his cheek with my nose, then kept going until my lips brushed his ear and he shivered. "Did you like my tongue in your pretty little hole?"

" Yes ," he groaned.

"Do you want my fingers, sweetheart? Do you wanna come while part of me is inside you?"

His entire body shuddered hard beneath mine and he grated out, "If you don't stop talking like that, I'm gonna come right now!"

Fuck, but I loved it when he got all grouchy like that. So fucking cute. "Then let's not make you wait. Come here," I said, crawling to the headboard and sitting up with my legs out.