Page 110 of Isaac

"Fuck, Hawk..." His voice cracks, the sound of a man teetering on the edge of something monumental. In this moment, Isaac isn't the feared leader of the Hellhounds. He’s not even Thoreau. He's just flesh and desire, stripped bare and shivering under the ministrations of my mouth.

"Fuck," he pants a single word, clutching at the window for support as I continue to tease him. His breath fogs up the glass, blurring the cityscape beyond.

I push my tongue deeper into his body, my head bobbing as I go in and out, in and out, then pull out and lap at his hole, licking his quivering skin. My lips move in a devil’s prayer as I taste him more and more, each flick of my tongue a new stamp.

He shivers and shakes and continues to make sexy sounds while the city sprawls beneath us, oblivious to the act of possession taking place above its glittering lights.

"Has anyone ever done this to you?" I ask as I draw back a little to replace my tongue with my index finger.

He responds with another strangled groan.

I taunt his asshole some more, circling and probing until he is squirming in pleasure and frustration. Just as he begins to relax, I pull away, leaving him on the edge of ecstasy.

I rise from my knees, my palms are ghosting over his body.

The musky taste of Isaac still lingers on my tongue as I spin him around. Our gazes lock, twin storms raging in the quiet between us. His eyes are glassy as if he’s in some other parallel world.

"Bed," I command. The effects of alcohol are now in full swing and I’m losing myself to this madness when he complies. Isaac Thoreau does what I tell him to do. It’s a fair payback for what I did for him earlier.

We stumble across the room clumsily, kissing each other.

"I want you to fuck me, Hawk," Isaac says once we reach the edge of the bed.

The words are a match struck against the kindling of my resolve, and I'm overcome with want to brand him as mine in ways the world would never understand. In ways I didn’t think he’d ever allow me. But he’s allowing it now.

"You sure?" I ask.

He shakes his head. Once. "No. But I want it anyway," he confesses. "Want to feel your cock inside me."

Together, we tumble onto the bedcovers, naked and hard and desperate for release, as if our very survival depends on it.

I guide him as he lies back under the command of my palm on his chest. I press him into the mattress, feeling his heartbeat under my touch.

"I want to see your face when I fuck you." My tone leaves no room for argument. His dark eyes are locked on mine, pleading as, with reverent hands, I part his legs and position myself at hiscenter. I tease him—his dick and his balls—with my hands first, then with the tip of my cock slicked with pre-cum.

His mouth slacks open. His breaths are fast and shallow and a little loud. He’s completely undone, every last piece of his armor shed.

I reach over to the bedside table and fish out the lube from the drawer and a pack of condoms. I didn't think I'd ever use them with him but it's never a bad thing to have handy. Quickly coating my fingers and my cock with lube, I press a digit to his entrance, gently pushing into the tight heat, but this time as deep as I can, as deep as his body allows it.

Isaac gasps, his cock twitching at the invasion. But he's not moving away. Instead, he thrusts his hips upward.

"You like that?" I ask, curling my finger and stretching him open, feeling a moment of satisfaction as he heaves and moans. "You like it all the way in, huh? I bet you’ll like it more when I drill you with my cock, baby."

"Oh fuck," he cries out, eyes rolling back.

I add a second digit, opening him wider while working his prostate.

He's pulling on the bedcovers. His body is shuddering under mine with every thrust of my fingers.

I move in sync with my other hand that's jerking off Isaac's cock.

"That's it," I whisper as I watch droplets of pre-cum leaking from his head. "That’s it, baby. You’re almost ready. Almost ready to take me. Just one more finger. One more finger to get you all good."

Slowly, I ease in the third digit, parting Isaac's tight ass even more. His body is a tense bowstring almost ready to snap under the force of this pleasure. His walls clench and unclench around me and he groans through his teeth and arches to adjust the angle.

He looks both pained and ecstatic as he accepts my intrusion and I fuck him slowly and carefully until he’s relaxed and prepared.

"You’re ready now," I murmur, withdrawing my fingers and rubbing my cock against his lubed-up entrance while giving him time to get used to the idea of letting me in.

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