Chapter 14

14

ISAAC

H oly shit. Holy shit. Not a single coherent thought was passing through my muddled mind, and every drop of blood in my body was probably in my dick right now. I could barely even muster the strength to crawl onto Brody's lap. But crawl up there I did, my legs shaking and my heart pounding.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

With my thighs straddling his hips and my hands planted on his firm, warm chest, I tilted my head back to meet his gaze and nodded. I was nervous, but I trusted Brody with this. His eyes were soft as he stared into mine, but there was a heat in them that made my gut clench. He reached one long arm out to grab the lube off the bedside table, and nerves began fluttering anxiously in my belly. But they were drowned out by a potent anticipation that had arousal thrumming through my body. Brody stroked his palm down my spine, fingers playing slowly over every vertebra, until he reached the swell of my ass and began to lazily knead the flesh.

"I'm going to go very, very slowly, and I want you to stop me if it gets to be too much. Okay?"

The prospect of him slipping his fingers inside me at a painstaking pace had heat gathering in the small of my back, and my cock twitched where it rested on his stomach. "Okay," I breathed.

The pop of a cap sounded too loud in the room, and Brody kept stroking sure fingers across my left ass cheek. "Lean forward a little," he murmured. I did as he said, my legs parting a little more and my ass tilting up, exposing me. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Being in this position was just as nerve-racking as it had been when Brody used his tongue on me, and when the first drizzle of lube hit my crease, I jerked.

"I know, it's a little cold at first," he murmured, and I barely heard him as his fingers started to slide up and down my crease, slipping over my hole and back up. The first touch of his fingers there sent a thick pulse of pleasure to my balls, and it only began ratcheting higher and higher with every brush of those fingers, my hips moving to try and relieve the pressure that was building slowly. But he wasn't pushing inside me, just lazily stroking up and down, over and over again, until I was buzzing with need.

"Brody," I whispered, pressing my ass into his teasing fingers. I felt more liquid hit my backside, and then his fingers spread it down to my hole. His chest started moving faster, and I could hear a few shaky inhales. Just hearing how aroused he was only made me more aroused. "Brody, come on," I urged.

He let out a soft laugh, and then his fingers were focused on my entrance, the callused tips circling my sensitive rim. When he slipped the tip of one inside, a long moan was wrenched from my throat, and my hands tightened around his shoulders.

"That feel good, baby?"

" Yeeess ," I panted, and then he began pumping that finger in and out at the slowest pace possible, barely even breaching me. But it felt fucking incredible, and I started to push back against him, needing more. I needed this so, so bad. Needed him . He seemed to take the hint, sliding it in even further, and my entire body shuddered at the intrusion. His other hand began to rub up and down my back, and a maelstrom of heat was pooling between my legs as he kept thrusting that finger in and out at a steady pace.

"Fucking hell, Isaac, you're so tight," he said breathlessly. The hand stroking my back slid down to squeeze my ass, and he groaned. My own breathing was more than a little unsteady against his skin, and my hips were moving in time with the pumps of his finger. I could feel my cock leaking against his stomach, gliding through the stickiness I was leaving behind, and I was so hard and so turned on I didn't think I could last much longer. There was nothing outside of how Brody felt right now, under me and inside me.

But I wanted more, I wanted to feel fuller, so I said, "More."

Brody drizzled more lube down my crack, pulling his finger out to gather it up and bring it to my hole. "This might hurt, baby. Or feel uncomfortable. You're so goddamn tight, so just tell me if it does, okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled into his neck. I tensed up when two of those big fingers began pushing inside me, a tight sting making me clench and hiss.

Brody pulled his hand away immediately and said, "Relax for me, Isaac." Then he reached between our bodies and wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it, sending a spark of pleasure bursting through my body and making me cry out. He kept a firm grip and began stroking me, up and down, until I was moaning with every breath and rolling my hips into his hand. My legs started to feel like heated rubber, and when his fingers were once again at my entrance, they slid inside more easily, though the sensation of them was still a little uncomfortable. But Brody kept stroking my cock, kept sending more and more pulsing waves of ecstasy through my entire lower half, and when those fingers slid in even further and he started speaking, my mind shut off completely.

"Fuck, you're doing so well, baby. This perfect little ass feels so damn good. Look at you, taking my fingers like that. Do you like this, Isaac? You like having my fingers in this tight little hole while I stroke your pretty cock? I'm so fucking hard for you right now. You make me so damn crazy with those little sounds. Do you want me to make you come like this? I want you to come all over my hands, baby."

A strangled cry erupted violently from my throat when he pumped his fingers even deeper and curled them, finding a spot inside me that had my vision whiting out and flashing with bright colors in the next second. An ecstasy so intense and so visceral exploded through my groin as my balls drew up, and my entire body tensed, my limbs locking up and my toes curling as I screamed through the orgasm. Brody kept thrusting his fingers inside me, kept stroking my cock through the overwhelming aftershocks, and I was shaking on top of him.

His fingers slipped from my hole, and then he was caressing the flesh of my ass, murmuring, "You were so good, baby. So fucking good." Then he palmed my ass and started lifting his hips, but I was barely registering anything. I felt completely drained of energy, and my mind was still buzzing with the intensity of the orgasm he'd just wrung from me, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears and drowning out the world around me. Brody's breathing picked up, and I felt his arm moving, felt something brush my ass, and then he was tensing beneath me, a choked sound emerging from his chest. There was a sudden spurt of liquid heat that hit my lower back, and then my ass, and it kept coming.

"Fuck," he said, the word shuddering out of him as he panted under my body. Then he was stroking my hair, and the sated feeling deepened, my limbs relaxing even more, my mind powering down. I started drifting off with the feel of Brody surrounding me, feeling more content than I ever had in my entire life.

When I woke up, I was alone. And still naked. Although the covers had been pulled up over me, and I wasn't sticky with cum or lube, so there was that. Heat crawled through my body as the events of earlier started to come back to me, and I was still feeling a little boneless. Brody had taken the time to clean me up after I'd passed out, and an excess of tender gratification poured through me.

Despite not wanting to, I sat up and then slid out of the bed. Rummaged through my bags and put some clothes on. My eyes landed on my phone that was sitting on Brody's dresser, still plugged in to the charger, and I figured I needed to give Jordan a call. And then I really had to get caught up with my class work.

The phone rang and rang, and then Jordan came on the line. "Well hello boo boo bear."

"Good god, no. Next."

"Dim sum dumpling muffin baby?"

"Next."

"Precious prim platypus?"

"Ugh. Next."

"Radiant regal river otter?"

"Acceptable."

"Thank god. How are you, Isaac?"

I sighed. "Better. Thanks for taking care of me, Jordan. I know it wasn't easy."

"Ah, but I'm used to you being difficult. It's your default mode."

I snorted at that. "So, uh…how's—how's the house? Sorry for ruining the barbecue."

It was Jordan's turn to sigh. "You didn't ruin anything, the guys made do. The atmosphere has been a bit tense, honestly. And I'm not sure if you were able to digest what I told you the other day, but Sam doesn't speak to his brother. He's nothing like him. In fact, there's…well, there's something you should know."

Unease prickled under my skin. "What should I know?"

"Sam wanted to talk to you about it face-to-face, but I told him I wasn't sure if you'd be up for that, so he's letting me tell you." There was a long, long pause, a sharp inhale, and then he said, "Ethan's facing charges for sexual assault."

The world felt like it completely dropped away, and a ringing started in my ears. "What?" I whispered.

"Sam was the one who called the police. He walked in on him…uh…forcing himself on another guy. And it was very obvious that the guy hadn't consented to any of it. So. Yeah. Ethan's probably gonna go to jail, Sam said it's looking like it'll be in the favor of the prosecution and that a few other people came forward with a similar story when the news got out. Ethan is a disgusting serial predator and he's finally getting his fucking due."

The ringing intensified, and I sat down heavily on the bed. "W-when did this happen? Why haven't I heard anything about it?"

"Sam said it happened a few months ago, when he was home for winter break. I think their family has been trying to keep it hush hush. They're loaded, so they're probably paying off journalists and news sites, but locally it's everywhere. Everyone knows back in Shepherdsville."

I hadn't been back to my hometown since I'd left for school, and I didn't pay much attention to the news, so it wasn't surprising this was my first time hearing about it. That had been extremely brave of Sam, to report his own brother, no matter it being the right thing to do. He'd probably ostracized himself from his family, because if they were paying off papers to bury the story, then they were on the wrong brother's side.

"Isaac? You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. Jesus, I can't believe…I mean, that poor fucking guy. Is he okay? Do you know?"

"I think Sam said he was going through intensive therapy and that he was taking time off from school this semester. Sam literally had to beat his brother off him, and then he drove him to the hospital himself. It all really fucked with him, but he said he's been trying to keep tabs on how the victim is doing. I think he feels a lot of guilt, like he should've known or something. So yeah—oh and Sam wanted me to tell you he's really fucking sorry for what happened to you, and he's also sorry for looking like his brother and triggering you like that. Even though that's not something he can control, and if you ask me, he's carrying way too much guilt when he didn't even do anything wrong. He's practically a hero. Anyway, he's been trying to find another place to live but there's nowhere ?—"

"Can you tell him that it's okay if he stays?" I said. It wasn't fair to him, at this point, and it's not like I spent a lot of time in the common areas anyway. Plus, I should probably commend him for going to the cops. For doing what I never could.

"Oh. Well, yeah. I think everyone just wants you to feel safe in your own home, so?—"

"I think I will," I said. "It was just the—the shock of seeing his face. He looks so much like him. But after everything you just told me, I think…I think it'll be fine."

Brody walked in to stand in the open doorway right at that moment, his eyes taking in every part of me. He filled the space as he leaned against one side, staring at me, and I sat up a little straighter.

"Okay, they'll be excited about that. So what are the chances they cancel class for the next week? Cam and I have a bet going," Jordan said, segueing into a lighter topic.

"Probably fifty fifty. But keep in mind I haven't even looked outside yet." My eyes were busy raking over Brody's tall form, soaking up the long, lean lines of his body in those black sweats and black shirt.

"What good are you? Make yourself useful and pray to the gods that we get the whole week off, will you? Oh how's Brody? Is he taking good care of you? Like I told him to if he wanted to keep his dick attached to his body?"

I met Brody's gaze, a slow smile curling my lips. "Yeah. He's been a perfect gentleman," I said. Brody's lips twisted in a wry smile, his gray eyes glinting.

"Good. Good, good, good. Okay, love, I've got an online test that's due by midnight and I've barely even studied. Call me later?"

"I will. Bye, Jordan."

Brody pushed off the doorway and came toward me, bare toes sinking into plush carpet. "Good nap?"

I huffed, still reeling from what Jordan had told me. Brody was a good distraction, though. And then the thought that that's all he would ever be for me popped into my head, and a wave of anxiety tried to sweep me away. "I guess. Where'd you go?"

He sat down next to me and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. The action was so intimate and sweet and natural that my heart flipped in my chest. "Just went to put a load of laundry in upstairs. Are you hungry?"

"Eh…maybe later?" I stared down at our joined hands, loving the way our skin tones contrasted. My stark white against his deep tan, more olive than golden. I wondered if he had Italian or Greek ancestors. Maybe Spanish. The shape of his nose made me think Italian or Greek, though. "So Jordan just told me something."

"Did he now? That's so unlike him."

"I know, right? But, on a more serious note…" I trailed off, swallowing thickly.

At my change in tone, Brody squeezed my hand and said quietly, "What did he tell you?"

My nose prickled, my throat felt tight, and my next inhale was a shuddery thing. "Um. That—Sam, you know Sam? The new guy? Who's the brother of—of?—"

"Yes," he said softly. "I know Sam."

"Okay well, turns out, Sam caught his brother, uh—" Fuck me, I'd been able to discuss it with Jordan without losing my shit. Why was I breaking down now ? Because I knew that Brody would pick up every last piece and put me back together? Because it hadn't really sunk in until just now since I tended to process heavy emotional crap on a delay? I took a deep breath and tried to get my shit together. "He caught him sexually assaulting someone and he reported him to the police and now Ethan is on trial and will probably go to prison for a long time," I rushed out, and a harsh breath followed.

"Holy shit," Brody said.

"Yeah. Holy shit."

It was silent in the room for a moment, and then Brody squeezed my hand and said forcefully, " Good . Good on Sam. I hope his brother fucking rots in there."

Startled by how vehemently he'd spoken, I turned to look at Brody with wide eyes. "Whoa," I said.

He glanced at me sidelong. "What? Now I don't have to go to prison for murdering him."

" Whoa ," I said a little louder. "Shouldn't you be hoping he has a change of heart and realizes how shitty of a person he is?" I'd never say it out loud, but I was with Brody on this one. I hoped karma found his predatory ass, pun intended. Even though it felt so wrong to wish harm on another person. Except Ethan wasn't human. He was a monster through and through.

"No. Not for him. Besides, people like that don't ever change. He deserves everything bad that's coming to him." Brody was looking me dead in the eyes now, and a muscle in his jaw ticked when he was done speaking. And let's just completely ignore the fact that my dick twitched when he said that. Apparently my morals were going gray and heading into black, and apparently I liked that in another person too.

"Well I'd never let you murder someone for me, Brody! No matter how much they deserved it. Your life is worth so much more than his, and I'd never let you throw it all away for someone like that. You're too good to lose."

A slow smile grew on his face. "Oh yeah? You think I'm good?"

"I know you're good. No one has ever been this good to me in my entire life." And maybe I didn't have much of my own experience with being treated right to base his actions off of, but it's not like I lived a sheltered life. I knew good when I saw it, and Brody was fucking great. Phenomenal. A goddamn saint compared to the people I'd been exposed to in the past.

"You liked how good I was to you this morning, didn't you?" His eyes took on a devilish glow, and the question was entirely rhetorical because he knew I'd liked—no, loved —everything he'd done to me this morning. But I couldn't let him distract me with his irresistible temptations because I seriously needed to get my course work done.

I nodded emphatically and said, "Yes. Yes, I did, Brody. A lot. More than anything, really. But please don't distract me right now because I'm so behind on school, and if you say any more words to me in that delicious tone of voice, then I'm going to become someone that future me will despise. So please put some baggier clothes on—do you own any large sacks?—and let's go in the other room. Please."

That devilish glint didn't disappear, and he brought our joined hands to his mouth, nipped at the inside of my wrist while holding eye contact— fuck me —and said, "Whatever you want, Isaac."

"Yes. I want this. That. What I said earlier, not what you're promising to do to me with your eyes right now."

Brody laughed, licked my wrist, then hauled me to my feet and started dragging me to the door. "Wait! I have to grab my books and stuff," I said. He let go of me so I could get everything I needed, and then we moved out to the couch.

"Will it bother you if I put the TV on?"

"Oh—no, not at all. I have an amazing ability to laser focus when I need to," I said.

He hummed and grabbed the remote off the coffee table, switching the TV on and leaning back into the cushions. He propped his feet up and crossed them at the ankles, and I was immediately distracted by the gorgeous curve of his ankle bone and the high arch of his long foot. He flexed his toes, and I was fascinated by the tendons that popped up beneath his skin. My eyes traveled up his legs to the hand he was resting beside him on the couch, fingers draped loosely. My mouth watered and my spine tingled at the memory of those fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me?—

"Isaac?"

"Hmm?"

"You're staring."

"Yep. Right." I dragged my eyes off Brody and his superbly masculine form and opened my laptop.

Laser focus, Isaac. Laser motherfucking focus.

Three hours later I sent myself the paper I'd written and closed my laptop. Looked around. There was a documentary about vintage cars playing quietly on the TV, and Brody had fallen asleep beside me, his lips slightly parted and his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Something sweet and tender wrapped itself around me, warming me from the inside out, and I just sat there for a while and watched Brody sleep like the creep I was.

Then I decided I didn't want him to wake up to me staring at him with bush baby eyes, so I got my phone out. I'd been so intent on calling Jordan I hadn't even checked my messages, and wow, I should have. I had thirteen unread messages, and twelve of them were from Brody. The other one was an unknown number with an area code I'd never seen, and it just said Sup. I got those from time to time—perks of getting someone else's old number—and I always ignored them.

My heart sped up as I opened Brody's texts, because I was just now remembering the bold request I'd made of him last Wednesday. And there it was: the video of him masturbating. The thumbnail was his hand on his dick, and my own started thickening. I licked my lips, glanced at Brody, who was still sleeping like the beauty he was, and clicked play.

Brody didn't mess around. The action started right away, and just seeing him jerk himself off again made pleasure zap right between my legs. I pressed my hand down on my cock as I watched virtual Brody masterfully stroke himself. Then he started speaking, his deep, husky voice cutting through the silence and filling me from head to toe with immeasurable warmth.

"Fuck, Isaac," he moaned. "Does this turn you on? Do you have filthy thoughts about me? Because I have some fucking filthy thoughts about you. About slipping my dick into that pretty little ass, filling you up and pumping you full of my cum. Would you like that, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?"

Oh fuck yes I motherfucking did!

He'd put lube on his dick, because it was glistening in the light, and on every upward stroke, when he twisted his hand around the tip, it made an obscene squelching noise that I felt right in my balls.

Brody grunted in the video, and I palmed myself harder, panting as I watched. "You like this, baby? You like watching me get off while I'm thinking about you? About sucking your cock right down my throat and swallowing every drop of cum you give me. About spreading those delicious cheeks and slicking you up real good. Is that what you want? You wanna be good for me, Isaac?"

I wanted to be so good for him.

His hand started moving faster, and mine was officially rubbing up and down my cock through my pants, my jaw slackening as waves of heat and euphoria pulsed through my groin. Brody's breathing in the video was jagged, and then I watched his abs tense deliciously as he stroked himself through his orgasm, cum spurting onto his stomach. I cried out when my own orgasm exploded through me, mesmerized by Brody's hand on his cock. A final shot of cum hit the camera lens, the video shut off, and a startled laugh erupted from me. Then I realized I'd come in my pants for the third time in so many weeks, but I was too spent to care.

"I guess you liked it."

Brody surprised me so much that I threw my phone into the air, but thankfully it landed on the couch. "Fuck, oh my god," I said, my head whipping toward him. He was blinking sleepy eyes at me, smiling smugly, and I wanted to kiss those lips. "Yeah, I liked it so much that I think I need to do some laundry now."

Brody laughed, his shoulders moving slightly, and I leaned my head back against the couch, just staring at him. "I don't know why you even bother with clothes." He stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up to reveal a hint of his happy trail. "I'm gonna make some food. And by that I mean just heat up some leftovers I've got. Are you hungry now?"

"Yeah," I said. "Let me go clean up, I'll come with you."

"You don't have to, I can do it."

"I wanna see how bad the snow is."

"All right. I'll wait for you."

I rushed to the bathroom and tore off my pants and boxers, cleaned myself off, then ran to the room, pulled on some new boxers and a pair of jeans, then came back out to the main room. Brody was waiting for me by the stairs, and I smiled at him.

"Ready?"

"Yup. What leftovers are we heating up?"

"Some lasagna Bri made for me. Is that good for you?"

"Oh, hell yeah. I love lasagna. Although are you sure Bri didn't put a cyanide surprise in the sauce?"

"She probably did and she'd probably admit to it, too, if asked. With a hefty amount of pride."

"Lovely."

I followed Brody up the stairs, thinking that if this was to be my last day on Earth, I'd die a happy man.