Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah.” Letting the towel fall, Isaiah stretched, looping his arms around Mark’s neck. His kiss was cautious at first, but Mark could still sense the hunger there. It had been a day, and Isaiah really needed this to reconnect. Maybe they both did. Mark took over the kiss, getting aggressive with his nips and licks, exploiting his knowledge of what Isaiah liked with a new confidence. He liked being able to do this for his guy, loved the moans and gasps Isaiah made, loved the way he clung to Mark.
The height difference limited Mark’s ability to plunder Isaiah’s mouth as fully as he wanted, so Mark backed him against the counter. “Wrap your legs around me.” He made it an order, not a suggestion, just to see Isaiah shiver.
“Fuck yes.” Isaiah let him boost him up, let Mark shoulder his weight. And that was heady, the way Isaiah trusted him. He resumed the kiss, harder now, making Isaiah clutch at his shoulders. Their cocks were tightly pressed together, and Isaiah was rocking against him.
“That’s it. Let me hold you.” Surprisingly, Mark liked using his strength this way, loved taking over, knowing that he was responsible for Isaiah’s pleasure.
“Fuck.” Isaiah’s head fell back letting Mark attack his neck. His cock painted a wet stripe across Mark’s stomach, and he made desperate noises. Greedy for more noises like those, Mark fumbled for the bottle of lotion on the counter near the speakers. Getting his hand slick, he adjusted his stance so that he could get a grip on Isaiah’s dick. “Oh. Fuck. Fuck me. So good.”
Oh there was an idea, one maybe even better than the lotion if it got Isaiah off. “Is that what you want?” Mark growled in his ear. “Me to fuck you?”
Isaiah’s eyes popped open. “You don’t—”
“Nuh-uh. No more arguing. I know I don’t. But if you’re going to be all ‘whatever you want, Mark,’ what I want is to make you totally lose control. Come undone for me. I want to get you off so hard you see stars.”
“Hell, you keep talking like that and I’m not gonna last—”
“You’re going to wait. You’re going to come when I say.” Mark already knew that Isaiah could pretty much come on command, something he loved, and he planned to make the most of that knowledge.
“Oh fuck. I love it when you get like this.” Eyes glassy with pleasure, Isaiah rocked up into his grip. “Yeah. Whatever you want. I’m tested for everything and haven’t fucked since my last test. Totally good with rubbing though—”
“I. Want. To. Share. This.” Mark punctuated each word with nips at Isaiah’s jaw. “Want to try.”
Everything thus far with Isaiah had been so different from what he’d tried before that he really did want to see what this was like. And he meant it about sharing it—the more Isaiah let go with him, the more he let Mark take control, the closer Mark felt to him. And yeah, this wasn’t necessarily something Mark had given much thought to in the past, but the more he thought about the sounds Isaiah might make, how his face might look, his body got more into the idea.
Getting more lotion on his hand, he got his cock slick, then adjusted Isaiah so he could reach below his balls, tease him with slick fingers. And oh yes, Isaiah whimpered and rocked toward his fingers. If he was this eager, this was gonna be good. Mark chuckled. “Want something?”
“In me. Now.”
“Thought I was in charge?” Mark took his sweet time, getting him good and lubed up. Discomfort was not on his agenda, and besides it was awesome, the way Isaiah moaned with each touch, the way he went all pliant in Mark’s arms.
“Fuck. Mark. Please.” Begging. That was new. And wonderful.
Adjusting their positions again, he dragged Isaiah more to the edge of the counter, lined up their bodies, and slowly pressed in. The initial muscle resistance was a bit unexpected, but Mark was patient, waiting, and then Isaiah did something, some undulation of his spine, and things got easier.
“Oh my God. God. Fuck.” Isaiah’s head tipped back and he grabbed Mark’s shoulders. He started rocking, trying to take more, but Mark wasn’t having any of that, stopping him with a hand on his thigh.
“Let me,” Mark growled. “I’m going to take care of you.”
And he was. Going to give Isaiah everything he needed. He thrust carefully at first, slow motions, testing angles. Isaiah was tight as fuck and hot. And slick. Sensations Mark’s dick apparently liked a lot as his body kept clamoring for more, to go faster, thrust harder. But he wanted to keep this all about Isaiah, about wringing as much pleasure as possible out of Isaiah’s body.
“That. Right there.” Isaiah groaned as Mark went deeper. “God. Mark.”
“That’s it. Say my name.” Mark wasn’t sure why that worked for him. It just did. Knowing he was the one responsible for making Isaiah feel this good simply drove him crazy.