Page 87 of Quiet
Even though Briar knew it was still there, something in his chest loosened now that he could no longer see it.
Then he realized that the area around Isa was beginning to fill with a swarm of touchy-feely well-wishers. Most of them had something to say about how pretty Isa looked. The ugly feeling in his chest returned in force.
When a slender, pale boy tugged at Isa’s shirt to inspect the bruises underneath, something inside Briar snapped.
He was moving before he realized it.
“Briar, you’re such a brute,” Will called after them as he carried Isa away.
There was a hand on his cheek, but Briar couldn’t stop. Not until they were away from the nine thousand people touchinghisIsa.
“What’s wrong?” Isa asked. Briar recognized that the softness in his tone represented concern.
Briar navigated the labyrinth of props and fake walls until they were in a somewhat secluded area. He set Isa down, put his face in the boy’s neck and took a deep breath, taking comfort in his smell.
Briar felt starlight ripple between them.
“I’m so sorry, Briar. I’m so used to how touchy-feely we all can get that I didn’t think about how you’d feel. None of them want that from me.”
Briar huffed into Isa’s neck. He highly doubted that. He began to nudge his nose against the curve of Isa’s throat. He smelled like sin. Briar wanted Isa to smell like him too. It was a thought so loud he could barely hear anything else. The part of him that insisted Isa was too damaged to play with was so quiet it was getting washed away.
He traced the shell of Isa’s ear with his tongue, telling himself he would stop once he’d mapped it completely. No. He better not do that. He had to stop now before he did something he would deeply regret.
“You need to go, Isa. Before I can’t let you go.” Briar’s breath was coming hard and fast, and his hands clenched against the table on either side of Isa. He nipped Isa’s shoulder, then with a monumental effort, he stepped back. Or tried to. Isa held tight.
“What makes you think I can letyougo, Briar?” Isa pressed himself against Briar’s body in a clear sign of consent. “You’re not going to hurt me. Not in any way I don’t want.”
A shudder went through Briar that resonated all the way to his soul. “I can’t be gentle right now.” He bit the same spot on Isa’s neck, only harder this time.
“Ahhh fuck . . . please don’t be gentle,” Isa cried out.
It was all Briar could do to keep himself from tearing the boy’s pants off. Isa would likely need them later. His hands shook with restraint as he worked the tight black jeans down Isa’s legs, cursing every second it took him away from the boy’s skin.
He threw them behind him and heard a clatter as they knocked over a prop. Distantly, he realized it might bring someone to investigate. He didn’t care. He needed Isa and had to have him. Right now. Needed to put his mark on him so everyone would know Isa was his.
“Yesssss . . .” Isa was a vision before him, legs splayed out, silvery eyes dark with want.
Fuck. Briar wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
He licked his fingers, slicking them up the best he could before finding Isa’s tight little hole. He tried to be slow. Tried to be gentle, but if he wasn’t inside Isa right fucking now, he was pretty sure he would explode. It was five seconds max before he was pushing his cock into Isa.
Isa hissed in pain, but Briar didn’t stop.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Isa panted, breath hot against Briar’s shoulder. “I need to feel you. Give me every inch . . . fill me all the way up, Briar. Please!”
Briar began to pound into Isa’s tight, hot little channel, pulling the boy closer with every thrust. He couldn’t get enough of the needy little whimpers Isa was giving him.
He pushed Isa until his back was against the table and pulled one of his legs over a shoulder, lifted his hips, and pounded into him like his own personal fuck toy. If only he’d been able to spare a second to remove their shirts so he could feel every bit of Isa.
The thought spurred him into a truly punishing pace, and Isa cried out incoherently as Briar pushed the boy to his limits.
The entire campus could be in there with them, and Briar wouldn’t have stopped. Wouldn’t have given one single fuck.
“Touch yourself,” Briar said, his voice rough.
Isa worked his hand between their bodies and began to fist his cock. Briar watched as the boy’s pretty pink cock—flushed bright red at the tip—begin to spill all over Isa’s hand. The sight of it had Briar up and over the edge, coming so hard his vision went sparkly at the edges. He continued to abuse Isa’s poor little hole all the way through his climax.
The sound of clapping assaulted his ears. “This is so much better than telling me about Briar’s dick, Isa. You’re both officially invited to my wedding now.”
