10. Isaac

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ISAAC

I can't believe we just did that, Isaac thought to himself. What the fuck were we thinking?

You were thinking about how much you wanted to swallow the man's dick and how lost you were every time his gorgeous brown eyes fell on yours.

Like seriously, those eyes should come with a warning label. "Caution: may cause you to lose all control and land on dick."

Maybe you should just learn to think with your head and not with your dick, that annoying voice of reason lectured.

Shut your face. There was something there.

He'd never seen Jared fuck like that before with any of the guests. The man was a beast. Taking control like that and forcing his cock down his throat was so fucking hot.

Isaac had entertained guests with Jared in the room enough times to know that what they shared this morning was something much deeper than what Jared shared with his clients. Isaac had never seen such passion, such desire, such raw, animalistic aggression.

Fuck, now his dick wanted more .

Lying next to Jared, Isaac was trying really hard not to freak out or run off like an immature little brat, shouting, "Tag! You're it!" before disappearing into the safety of his own bedroom.

Well… probably Levi's bedroom.

Levi was his protector whenever Jared was attempting to kill him. Which happened a lot. And something told him that running off like a scared little bird right after sucking Jared's dick might make the big-ass army dude angry.

Just a tad.

Perhaps.

Maybe?

Either way, he needed to get the fuck out of Jared's bed and back into his own room so that he could process what just happened before anyone noticed that he was lying naked, covered in cum, in Jared's bed. Well, actually, Jared was covered in cum. He had managed to divert his own man juice and paint Jared's thick thigh instead.

Mmmm, thick thighs.

He had a damn weakness for strong muscular guys with shaved brown hair, chestnut eyes, large hands, and trouble sleeping at night.

Wait.

Damn it.

He needed to stop this.

A knock on the door had them both jumping out of their skins.

"Jare? One-hour warning. We're all meeting in the foyer before Henri takes us all to the airport," Anders said on the other side of the door.

Shit. He had totally forgotten. A bunch of them had been hired by one of their regulars to join him on his yacht while he entertained some high-powered friends for the weekend. It happened occasionally, but the money was great, and the boys were always treated like kings on the ship.

"Umm, yeah. Sure. Okay," Jared answered like he was just learning to talk.

Isaac glared at him. Could the man be any more awkward?

"Jare? You okay?"

Shit. Did he lock the door when he came in last night? Probably not. He didn't think that he would fall asleep, then end up sucking the dick of the man that he pretended to annoy.

The knob on the door turned, and they both panicked.

"Umm, yeah, I'm fine. Just jerking off, is all."

The knob stopped moving, and the door remained closed.

They heard a chuckle.

"Smart one. Empty the sack before stepping onto a boat full of horny rich men. Enjoy yourself, dude. See you in an hour."

They listened as Anders moved next door and knocked on Isaac's bedroom door. He called out, and when Isaac didn't answer, they heard him open the door and walk in. A few minutes later, they heard him leave the room and continue his way down the hall.

"Shit, that was close," Isaac whispered, lifting his reluctant body up and off Jared's extended arm—his new favorite pillow.

He bent over, well aware that he was giving Jared an eyeful of his bare ass, and picked up his discarded underwear. He heard a moan escape Jared's mouth and what sounded like the man licking his lips.

"Do we have time for breakfast?" Jared asked.

"Yeah, we can probably grab a muffin on our way down to the car."

"That wasn't the breakfast I was hoping to sink my face into."

Smirking, Isaac slipped into his underwear and turned around.

Jared lay there holding his impressive boner straight up as if waiting for Isaac to come sit on it.

Isaac felt his cock chub up. Fuck, he wanted to spend the entire day impaling himself on that gorgeous cock of his. Ever since he had tried bottoming last month, he was finding that he craved getting fucked more and more.

Not like it happened all the time.

Actually, lately, he was having a bit of a dry spell when it came to guests actually making it up to the suites. For some weird reason, they all seemed to back out at the last second. They always paid him, even though they actually didn't fuck, which was also another weird thing. Why would guys pay for sex if they weren't actually getting any? Who knows. Maybe it was something he had said.

Did they have time for a quickie?

On second thought, he didn't want his first time getting railed by Jared to be rushed and under the limits of time constraints. He wanted to be able to get his fill and ride that dick till his ass was sore and Jared's balls were empty.

Better to wait.

"I can see if Chef can whip you up an omelet, but right now, I need to go to my room and brush my teeth with antiseptic. I just sucked some questionable dick and want to get this weird-ass taste out of my mouth," Isaac responded, twisting his face as he spoke.

Isaac ducked as Jared tossed a pillow at his head.

"That taste is the load of an alpha male. I know you're not used to having so much testosterone and man juice filling your throat," Jared responded, giving Isaac one of his cocky muscle-dude bro looks that made Isaac's dick hard and his knees weak.

Fuck this man and his voodoo magic.

Chuckling, Isaac shook his head. The man was an idiot.

"I'll see you in an hour," Isaac said, slowly pulling open the door and checking to see if Anders had disappeared from the hallway.

An hour later, Isaac joined the small group gathering just outside the front door. There were seven of them who had been hired for this event: Isaac, Jared, Diesel, Teo, the new guy Rafael, and the twins, of course.

They all piled into two SUVs, then made their way to the airport, where a private jet, courtesy of Mr. Gerard Matisse, was waiting to take them to his yacht docked in Marseille.

Isaac hopped into the first SUV along with Diesel, Teo, and Jared. The four of them spread out among the five available seats in the back, with Jared shoving his huge ass right up against Isaac's.

"Jesus, man, ever heard of space?" Isaac huffed, sliding over a bit so that he was not sitting on Jared's lap.

"In the car for thirty seconds, and you two are already at it," Diesel commented from the two-seater right in front of them.

Jared didn't say a word but slowly slid his butt closer to Isaac's.

So, it seemed that now it was Jared's turn to annoy the fuck out of him .

Isaac turned to look out of the window as the SUV pulled away from the chateau.

Discreetly, Isaac smiled to himself.