Page 20 of Isaiah and Jameson
Jameson continued to soothe, rubbing, stroking, lulling Isaiah into a sense of security.
Then he began to tap, slowly building heat, warming his boy all through. He used the flat of his hand, not slapping, just raising it up and letting it come down as if he were keeping time to some inner music.
Isaiah sighed softly and snuggled into his thighs. Already he was getting what he needed. Time to step up the tempo.
He snapped his hand more sharply, and Isaiah gasped, wiggling on his lap.
Jameson picked one cheek, hand rising and falling as he spanked in even slaps. He watched the skin pink up, knowing it took so much more to draw blood to the surface of vampire skin.
The softest cries filled the air, and Jameson wanted to drink each one up. He loved those sounds, savoring them, because they spoke of pleasure. “Sweet baby. You want more?”
“I—yes?” His boy sounded wrecked.
“That’s it, Isaiah. Yes, please.” Jameson slapped the other cheek. Isaiah gasped, the sound raw and loud. “Say it. Yes please, or I’ll stop.”
“Y-yes, please.”
“I knew you would learn so damn fast. Such a gorgeous boy.” His baby was hard as a rock, ass bright pink and hot. So fucking beautiful. Lovely.
He rubbed for a moment, feeling how Isaiah glowed. His boy’s ass burned, heated and perfect under his hand.
He’d known this would be the most amazing thing the minute he saw Isaiah. He was in so deep.
Jameson dropped his hand down, thumb stroking the wrinkled skin between Isaiah’s balls and hole.
“Oh!” Isaiah arched up, body bowing the wrong direction. “Stop.”
He stopped immediately, frowning. “Isaiah?”
“No. I mean. Don’t stop. I just don’t know.”
Ah. Good. “I would never do anything you don’t truly want, love. We’ll need to talk about that.”
“I don’t…I don’t want to talk right now.”
“No, I don’t either, sweet. I want to touch you here.” He pressed again with his finger, and this time Isaiah arched beautifully. He circled that little hole, massaging and teasing. Look how Isaiah quivered for him. “One day you’ll hold yourself open and beg me to whip you here, you know. Beg me to make this little hole red and swollen.”
Isaiah gasped, going still again. “You can do that?”
“We can. Together.”
“I— you terrify me. I want you.” So brave.
“I’m yours.” Surely Isaiah knew that.
Isaiah wiggled, as enticing as any experienced courtesan, despite the innocence of the move.
“Mmm…lovely.” He stroked again, petting that tiny hole.
“What are you going to do now?” Isaiah asked, voice strained.
“I’m going to make you come, baby.”
“Oh.” That tiny sound made Jameson shiver.
He grinned, because his boy was just right there. Already on the edge.
“Will this be your first time?”
