Page 64 of Quiet
Briar ran his hand across his cum-covered stomach and rubbed his fingers together, watching the play of light shine against the wetness.
He pushed one of Isa’s legs up over his shoulder and watched Isa’s face as he ran his slick fingers down the inside of Isa’s thigh. He paused and arched an eyebrow. It was so clear, Briar could have verbalized theMay I?Isa felt thrumming through his system. The fairy magic was definitely stronger than it was before. Isa bit his lip in anticipation and nodded.
Briar’s gaze drifted down to watch as he slowly pushed a finger into Isa’s tight hole. The green of his irises became a thin band when Isa mewled at the invasion.
“Relax,” Briar murmured, and he ran a hand down Isa’s thigh soothingly. The magic of his voice had Isa melting into Briar’s touch, easing the way for him to slide another finger in. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
It was a whisper. It was a prayer. It was pure magic.
Isa had thought Briar’s attention while sketching him had been intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to this. Having Briar finger-fuck him with every ounce of his focus was nothing short of transcendent. Once again, Isa was hard and aching.
“Isa . . . I always want you like this. Just for me.”
Isa would have agreed to anything at this point if Briar would just fuck him. “Yes, please.” Isa gasped, proud he’d managed to say anything at all over the constant stream of cries Briar was drawing from him.
Briar removed his fingers, and Isa made a noise of complaint. Briar gave him a smug little smile as he stripped off his boxer briefs. He tore open the lube and coated his hand, stroking himself a few times before pressing his cock against Isa’s slick hole, once again looking to the boy for permission.
Isa had a moment of panic as he took in Briar’s size compared to his own. Isa wasn’t small, but Briar’s cock dwarfed his in comparison. How the hell was Isa supposed to fit all that inside?
Isa gulped. Faint hearts never won the fair lady. He’d be damned if he gave up now. Though Briar was anything but a lady. Thank god for that.
Isa nodded and tilted his hips, pressing against Briar in silent encouragement.
Briar pushed inside Isa, slowly at first, giving Isa time to adjust to him, but his jaw clenched as though he were fighting not to slam home. His eyes closed, and he bit his lip as he worked his way in, inch by inch. It was the hottest thing Isa had ever seen, and he couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped him.
Briar’s eyes flew open at the sound, and it was like Isa had unleashed something. Briar slammed a hand down next to Isa’s head and bent him in half as he thrust into Isa’s tight little virgin hole with a growl. Isa cried out in surprise and pleasure—and some pain. Briar was a very big boy.
His body took its sweet ass time adjusting to Briar’s size. Fortunately, Briar managed to control himself enough to stop long enough to give Isa that time.
Maybe a little too much time. The pain wasn’t really that bad. It was kind of nice, actually. The burn from the stretch of having Briar all the way inside him hurt so good, so much better than it had any right to.
Isa dug his nails into Briar’s back and rolled his hips. Briar took it as permission to begin fucking him in earnest, thrusting into Isa’s small body with all the intensity his eyes had ever promised.
The ache in Isa’s ass became a distant memory when Briar brushed against the bundle of nerves Isa only had a passing acquaintance with. His short arms and tiny fingers barely gave him a chance to explore his body that far. Briar had zero trouble with it. When Isa cried out at the discovery, Briar made sure to brush against it with every thrust.
Why in god’s name had Isa ever fought this?
Just as Isa began to build to another orgasm, Briar flipped them over, bringing Isa to straddle him, getting even deeper inside. Then he took Isa by the hips and proceeded to fuck him senseless. All Isa could do was brace himself against Briar’s chest and hold on for dear life. His body clenched and, once again, he came all over Briar’s stomach with a hoarse cry.
Briar held him up, catching him before he could collapse and pounded him even harder as he chased his release, thrusting into Isa’s oversensitive body like there was no tomorrow. Isa’s exhausted frame was completely at his mercy. His own personal fuck toy. Isa was nearly at his limit when he felt Briar spill inside him. The hot, delicious rush filled him, and Isa knew he’d never get enough.
Briar lowered Isa to rest on his chest. There was a low rumble of satisfaction under Isa’s ear as they lay pressed together as close as two people could get. He hoped Briar had better stamina than him because Isa wasn’t planning on moving again for the rest of his life.
As if hearing his thoughts, Briar lifted Isa’s hips and pulled out of him slowly. When Isa winced, he picked up a hint of chagrin. Briar hadn’t meant to be as rough as he’d been. He was planning to try harder next time to rein in how badly he wanted Isa.
Isa fought his way through the sticky molasses his post-orgasm brain was swimming in to say, “No, don’t. I liked it.”
Briar’s mouth quirked in a half smile and reversed their positions, laying Isa on the bed with gentle hands as he inspected his handiwork. Isa watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Briar stroked the red marks he’d left on the boy’s hips.
“That tickles.” He protested sleepily.
Briar’s attention went to Isa’s throat, and he touched it. It was sore where his fingers landed, and Isa realized Briar was admiring all the marks he’d left on Isa’s body.
“I want to paint you.”
“You’ve already painted me.”
“No, I want to paint on you.”
