Page 63 of Quiet
Humor flashed in Briar’s eyes, but it was swiftly replaced by something darker, more primal.
Isa gulped.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about since the first time I kissed you?” Briar asked, his deep voice fanning the flames inside Isa. He was so thirsty for this man.
If Briar’s thoughts were anything close to what Isa’s had been at the time, he was definitely about to lose his V-card. “No?”
“Touching you.” Briar reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, and Isa could have sworn a choir of naughty angels burst into song. With less effort than it would have taken Isa to pick up a pillow, Briar lifted him from the bed, sat him up, and got rid of Isa’s shirt too. It joined Briar’s on the floor.
Briar’s hands ran up Isa’s bare waist before hitching under Isa’s arms and lifting the boy onto his lap. “Tasting you,” Briar whispered against Isa’s neck before licking down the line of his throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands ran down Isa’s back and didn’t stop until Isa’s ass was fully in their possession. “Being inside you.”
Briar’s fingers teased the edge of Isa’s boxers before pausing. There was something he wanted to ask but couldn’t quite figure out what words to use. Isa searched the Briar shaped space inside him and understood immediately.
“No, I’ve never done this before.”
Briar breathed a sigh of relief. Both because he was the only one who would ever know Isa this way and because he didn’t have to ask. “Me either, but I’ve done quite a lot of research.”
Briar pulled condoms and a small tube of lube out of his pocket. He’d come prepared.
Isa wondered if Briar had done the same kind of extensive research Isa had, or if he’d actually researched it and not just watched porn.
“Does this mean you’ll let me fuck you without a condom?”
“Yes. Dear god, please.” There was nothing Isa wanted more than to feel every bit of Briar deep inside him without any barriers.
Briar threw the condom over his shoulder without a second glance but kept the lube, leaving it on the bed beside them. His hands went back to Isa’s boxers, working them over his hips. Isa braced himself on Briar’s shoulders, helping him until he noticed a scattering of freckles across one broad shoulder. Isa forgot what Briar was doing and found himself running his tongue along the pattern and wondering if there were other freckle constellations on Briar he could explore.
Then there were his arms. Dear god, Briar’s arms . . . Isa could have written an entire dirty play just about the man’s arms. He’d done everything in his power before to keep his hands off them when he was trying to keep from falling for Briar, and now they were all his. When Briar hissed, Isa realized he’d bitten him just past his freckle constellation where the swell of his shoulder muscle met his bicep.
Isa soothed the spot with a kiss and gave Briar a cheeky smile. “Sorry.” It was a lie. Isa wasn’t sorry and wanted to do it again immediately. He would have too, if Briar hadn’t pulled him in by the back of the head to plunder his mouth, letting Isa know with actions and thoughts how he felt about being bitten. He fucking loved it.
They were both going to be covered in bruises later.
Somehow, Briar had managed to finish undressing Isa without help and left him without a stitch on. Isa was vaguely aware he should be far more embarrassed about straddling a man’s lap, naked as the day he was born, but right now his body was far louder than his puritanical upbringing. It was rubbing against Briar and making breathy little noises. Noises that seemed to drive Briar crazy.
Briar’s hand went between their bodies and wrapped his hand around Isa’s length.
“Briar,” Isa whimpered.
Briar poured lube onto his hand and rubbed the tip of Isa’s weeping cock, spreading precum in lazy circles in a pattern that had Isa bucking against his hand and panting into Briar’s neck.
That was when Isa completely lost the ability to use words. Hewanted. And here was Briar, the person he’d been fantasizing about for weeks, touching him places only Isa had ever touched.
Briar’s hand fisted in the back of Isa’s hair, pulling him away from his neck. “I need to see you.” Briar leaned back and, in an impressive show of abdominal strength, continued to stroke Isa while keeping his hand wound in Isa’s hair. His eyes roamed the boy’s body greedily as he reduced Isa to a clinging, quivering mess.
Briar didn’t need to use words or magic to let Isa know what he was thinking. The way his eyes devoured every choked gasp and shiver Isa made, told him Briar thought Isa was more beautiful than anything he’d ever encountered.
Briar’s hand tightened in Isa’s hair, and it caused him to cry out. The man’s eyes went predator bright, and his hand sped up. Isa nearly went over the edge, but Briar stopped.
And gave Isa the filthiest smile he’d ever seen.
He worked Isa’s cock, allowing him to get close but kept stopping before Isa could come. Isa could hear Briar’s need to push him just a little further, see if Isa could take just a little bit more. He wanted to take Isa apart piece by piece.
Isa was cursing, pleading, and promising Briar anything he wanted before the man finally gave in and did something extraordinary with his hand that caused Isa to arch and spill himself all over Briar’s hand and stomach.
Isa panted while Briar supported his back and continued to stroke Isa, coaxing him through his orgasm.
Isa’s body went limp, and he allowed Briar to ease him to the bed.
