by E. S. Carter
“I want you so damn much it hurts.” His honesty cuts me to the core, and I hate that I made him think I didn’t want the same thing.
“Then take me,” I offer, and I don’t just mean in the biblical sense. As much as I want this man in my body, I want him everywhere else as well.
I’m rarely a bottom when I’m with men, but for Flynn, I’ll be anything he needs.
A pained groan leaves his mouth, and he lifts his head to rest it against mine, cheek to cheek. His lips are perfectly placed to rasp into my ear, “Don’t offer something you’re not planning to give.”
“What time do you finish tonight?”
He pulls his head back quickly, his eyes scanning my face searching for truth in what he thinks I’m about to say then admits, “I’ve finished for today. I’m not needed on set tonight.”
I don’t smile when I reply, I just stare into his dark brown eyes, needing him to see how much I’m offering him and how much I want him to take it. “Then take me home and fuck me, Flynn. I want your cock so deep inside me that I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
His entire body trembles at my words and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning out loud in reaction to his obvious need for me.
If I thought he’d ruined me before, I know without a doubt when he sinks inside me for the first time, he will fucking own me.
“Then what the hell are we still standing here for? I swear to God that if I don’t get inside you soon I’m going to explode and I’d rather do that when I’m buried eight inches deep in you.”
Fucking ruined.
I’m driving behind Isaac Fox, watching him ride that hot as fuck motorbike in head to toe leathers and all I can think is ‘I’m about to fuck a man.’ A man that turns me on and has made me harder than anyone else in my life.
I know the mechanics of what’s about to happen, I’ve had anal sex with women before, albeit infrequently, but this is about more than me getting off, I want it to be good for him too. No, scratch that, I want it to be fucking amazing for him.
He doesn’t come across as a man who gives up control in the bedroom easily, so the likelihood of Isaac being a regular bottom is low.
Fuck. Just thinking about anyone else sinking into my man has me clenching my fists on my steering wheel and has my blood pounding through my veins wanting to exact violence on anyone else to ever have touched him.
My man. I can’t be sitting here thinking of him as my man. That’s just absurd in every way.
Then what is he?
My friend? My lover?
I’m tossing around labels in my head when I see Isaac flick on his indicator and wave me towards an upcoming petrol station. I can’t believe he needs to stop when I have a humongous boner rubbing up against the inside of my jeans just begging to be let loose.
I pull up behind him as he engages his kickstand and dismounts. The leather of those tight trousers ripples over his strong legs and pulls taut across his perfectly shaped backside. He’s a fucking sight for sore eyes or a sore nob in my case.
Without removing his helmet, he flicks up his visor and lightly jogs towards me. I press the button to open my window and lean my head out as he approaches.
“I need to grab us some stuff. I, uh, don’t have anything in the new place as I wasn’t planning on… um, entertaining.” His eyes blink quickly, and I swear if I could see his full face he’d be blushing. Before he has the chance to turn away, I reach out and snag his wrist, grabbing his attention. He looks at me in confusion, “You need something in there? I can grab it for you.”
“No, and neither do you. I have everything we need at my place. I uh…” Now it’s my turn to get a little embarrassed. “…stocked up on some stuff we might need the other day.”
I know he’s smiling because his eyes crinkle at the corners.
“You bought rubbers and lube?”
Spell it out, why don’t you.
I quickly flit my eyes over the forecourt, a nervous gesture more than worry that he’s been overheard.
“Yes,” I hiss. “I got condoms and stuff.”
“Lube. You can say it.” His eyes crinkle further, and his shoulders shake silently. The fucker is laughing at me.
“I’ve bought fucking lube. Okay? Want me to announce it to half of Cardiff? Or are you going to get back on that sexy as fuck death trap you call a bike and get your fuckable arse back to my place before I give the old guy staring out of the window at us a full-on porn show and bend you over right here in this Texaco garage?”
At my mini rant, he full on belly laughs. The bastard.
“Easy, tiger,” he chuckles. “I was just checking that we were on the same page. You keep saying ‘stuff’ and forgive me, but that could encompass just about anything.”
“I meant fucking lube!” I yell a little louder than necessary, my voice echoing out over the thankfully empty forecourt.
He doesn’t respond, and I watch as he leisurely strolls back to his bike, his shoulders shaking with mirth the entire way.
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, buddy. I’ll soon shut you up when I thrust my cock down your throat.
He lifts his long leg over the body of his bike and mounts the machine, straddling it with his legs. Isaac Fox all in leather on a motorcycle should be illegal.
With a wave of his hand, he pulls off, straight out of the garage and into the traffic with ease. I’m not so lucky and end up a couple of cars behind him, a lorry and an old Morris Minor blocking my view of his fine rear, making me even more tetchy.
Soon, but not soon enough, I’m pulling up outside my place and jumping eagerly from the car. Isaac is already stood outside my front door, leaning nonchalantly against the red tiled arch that frames the period style entrance.
Still clad in his bike leathers, he’s enough to make anyone salivate. The man screams sex. And he’s mine. All fucking mine.
Hello territorial, my name is Flynn. I should just piss in a circle around him and stake my claim.
“Took your time,” he teases, unable to keep the dirty and delectable grin off his face.
I shrug, “Nothing to rush home for.”
Before I can react, he pushes himself off the wall and cups my cock tightly with his large hand.
“Really? This doesn’t feel like nothing,” he smirks as his warmth permeates my jeans and engulfs my throbbing shaft.
“Get. Inside. Now.” I grit out between my teeth fighting a battle against my raging libido. “Enough teasing. It’s time for me to take what you promised.”
Isaac’s eyes flare at my words, and after one last tight squeeze of my cock that almost makes my knees buckle, he steps back and motions to the door.
“Then invite me in, babe. I never go back on a promise.”
The cocky way his eyebrow arches and his full lips tips up on one side has me all but storming past him with a desperate need to open the fucking door and get him in my bed before I do something stupid like strip him naked on my doorstep.
The click of my key opening the lock echoes through the heavy silence. A noise that signifies this is real, this is happening, this is me inviting Isaac Fox into my bed.
Lust burns thickly through my veins and my fingers shake with apprehension, nerves bubbling up through my gut making the few steps I take into my house seem abstract and surreal. It’s like I’m walking through a filtered world where everything else is blurry, except him. When I turn to face him at the bottom of my stairs, his masculine beauty dazzles me in sharp focus, stripping away the haze clogging my thoughts and bringing me right back to the here and now. Right back to him.
I shake off my anxiety and extend my hand, palm up, for him to take. He doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second, and soon his warm skin engulfs mine, and I turn to lead him up the stairs.
From the moment we touch, everything else disappears. Our hands stay linked until I push open the door to my bedroom, and I watch as he takes in the only thing in the high-ceilinged room. A king size
bed covered in white sheets. There is nothing about this room that screams home, no knickknacks, no pictures, not even a wardrobe with clothes. All my stuff is stored in one of the spare bedrooms. I only use this room to sleep. And now to fuck.
“I like what you’ve done with the place. It looks just like mine.” He chuckles and shakes his head, and I can picture a similar set up across the road. One I’ll hopefully get to see in the near future, or we can just come here. I plan on coming here a lot.
“Enough chit-chat. You promised me something, and I’m ready to collect.” I spin around to face him, my hands making quick work of the button fly of his leathers.
“Whoa, slow down,” he stills my movements with his hands. “This isn’t a race. I’m not leaving anytime soon, how about we take our time.” He snakes his hand around the back of my neck and tugs my lips to his. “I plan on savouring every second, Flynn Phillips. I’ve wanted this, wanted you for so fucking long. I need to remember everything about the first time we’re together. Every kiss,” he places a soft one on my mouth “Every lick,” he runs his tongue over my top lip, eliciting a full body shiver. “Every touch,” he skims his hands down the sides of my neck, over my chest and around my waist where he uses them to squeeze my arse cheeks. “Every moan,” he thrusts his tongue into my mouth earning him that very sound from the back of my throat. “Every thrust,” he punctuates his words with a delectable roll of his hips bringing our cocks together with a delicious friction.
Panting in my ear, he places wet, open mouthed kisses down my neck until he reaches my collar bone, “I want to remember every fucking second.”
Then we are a tangle of hands and tongues. Of drugging kisses and eager bodies.
His jacket and shirt end up the floor to be quickly joined by mine. My fingers continue their quest to unbutton his leather trousers, while his push my jeans down over my hips allowing my aching cock to spring free. Yeah, commando. Nobody can say I wasn’t ready for this, ready for him.
“I needed you naked hours ago,” I rasp across the sensitive skin that surrounds his nipple.
“And now you have me.” He steps out of his leathers and boxer briefs, his heavy cock bouncing with his movements to slap against his lower stomach. With strong arms banded around me, he drags me backwards to the bed where I land on top of him, and his legs fall open to cradle me.
The position allows our bare, straining shafts to finally rub up against each other skin to skin, and we gasp into each other’s mouths at the contact.
Wrapping a large hand around both our lengths, he squeezes before tugging our cocks with smooth strokes. Their sensitive heads rub together when we thrust in sync with his movements. Pre-cum dribbles from both tips, creating natural moisture that slicks our rigid cocks with the evidence of our need, creating the perfect lube. It’s too much, a few more thrusts and it will all be over, and I don’t want to come until I’m buried deep inside Isaac.
“Stop, I, ungh, I need to be inside you, and this feels too fucking good,” I groan into his firm chest.
He gives a husky chuckle and lifts my head with his free hand to bite my bottom lip, quickly soothing the sting with a soft swipe of his tongue. With one last firm stroke, he twists the palm of his hand as he reaches our weeping tips and rubs yet more of our desire over our sensitive flesh.
“I knew it would be like this. I knew I’d never get enough.” His heavy-lidded eyes search mine needing to see the desire he’s feeling reflected back.
I reply with my lips on his, showing him with my mouth instead of words that I feel it too.
My fingers trail down over his chest, lightly pinching the tight bud of his nipple as I explore his body. Smooth skin gives way to a trail of soft hair leading me in the direction of his straining cock. I break our kiss to follow the path of my fingers with my tongue, and as his body trembles with desire, I nuzzle my nose into the trimmed hair at his groin, inhaling his earthy, clean scent.
The difference between loving a man with my mouth over a woman isn’t lost on me, as I soak in every masculine inch of him. From his firm muscles and hard ridges to his salty taste when I flick the tip of my wet tongue over the pearly bead of pre-cum that decorates the swollen head of his cock. His hips thrust upwards and his back arches, seeking out more. More touch, more sensation, more of me. I give him what he needs when I slowly lick him from root to tip before swallowing him down as far as I can go gaining me a delicious agonised moan.
One of my hands encircles his base, while the other skims over his taint, stroking, teasing just enough to add another layer to the sensations blanketing his body. I want him on the brink. I want him begging me to fuck him.
I feel his body shift as he props himself up on his elbows to watch me. When our eyes clash, a groan escapes my throat, and he shivers at the vibration on his sensitive, engorged flesh.
“Where’s the lube? Use your fingers on me, Flynn,” he all but begs, his hips rising and falling with my ministrations.
After one last, long lick, I rise and drag my body over his making sure every part of me touches him, stimulating us both with the erotic sensation of hot skin touching hot skin.
When we are face to face, I waste no time in claiming his mouth, transferring the taste of him on my tongue, eliciting yet another deep moan from us both.
“It’s in the bathroom, I’ll go and get it, but I want you waiting for me. By the time I get back I want you on your hands and knees, and I want that firm arse in the air, begging for my touch.”
I tug at his lower lip with my teeth as I painfully drag myself away from his heat. If I don’t get up now, I never will.
Why didn’t I have the lube and condoms in my bedroom? Idiot.
Iz flops back on the bed, raising himself on one arm to watch me walk away. I try not to rush, hoping to remain calm enough that when I get back to the naked man in my bed, I’ll have enough self-control to prepare him for me, to make this good for him and not plunge my cock straight into his tight heat without thought for his comfort.
I’m minutes away from fucking Isaac Fox.
I grab the condoms and lube from the bathroom cabinet and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored door. My lips are wet and swollen, my jaw red with stubble rash and as I lean closer I see slight indentations to the skin on my neck, right at the place it meets my shoulder.
Teeth marks. That randy fucker has left his mark. That’s going to raise a few eyebrows in make-up tomorrow.
I trail my fingers across his mark and catch myself smiling. The Flynn looking out at me from the mirror looks good. He looks happy, and he looks like a man about to get everything he never knew he wanted.
“Hurry the fuck up, would you or else I’m gonna finish myself off,” Isaac shouts from the bedroom.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t even touch yourself, that cock is mine,” I holler back.
The man in the mirror smirks at me. It’s a cocky grin, one that says ‘You lucky bastard.’ Don’t I fucking know it.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Isaac is positioned exactly how I instructed on all fours with his perfect arse in the air. His head, which hangs down between his shoulders with his forehead resting on the bed, lifts and he looks at me over his shoulder.
“You’re killing me here, babe.”
My cock twitches at the affectionate term combined with the sensual look in his eyes.
Instead of replying, I stride towards him with purpose. I drop the condoms on the bed and flick open the cap on the lube, pouring a generous amount into my hand and allowing the cool liquid to warm slightly against my skin. Kneeling on the bed behind him, I use my free hand to skim over his back from neck to tailbone, and he practically purrs, arching into the contact like a man starved of touch.
My lubed hand dips underneath to wrap around his rock hard shaft, while the hand skimming his back continues down to the smooth globes of his biteable backside. With deliberate movements, I run a single finger down his crack until I feel the puckered skin of his hole. I
t twitches under my gentle touch, and his hips thrust forward into my waiting hand.
“Need, more,” he pants. “Quit fucking teasing me and fuck me with your fingers.”
“Bossy much.” I swot at his arse cheek with an open hand creating a spine-tingling smack and Isaac’s head snaps back on a roar of frustrated desire.
“Stick. Your. Fucking. Fingers. In. Me. Now.”
“Say please.” I mock, once again circling his tight hole with just the tip of one finger.
“Fuck You.”
“Nah, I think I’d rather fuck you.”
Releasing his cock, I part his cheeks with one hand and bring my slick fingers to his clenched opening.
The time for teasing is over. Using one finger to start, I push the pad of the slippery digit against his pucker and massage the tight ring of muscle until Isaac is thrusting into thin air. When he’s oblivious to anything else except the delicious pressure on his forbidden hole, I push past the initial resistance until his hot body swallows my pointer finger up to the second knuckle.
“Fuck, more. Give me more.”
“Patience. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me make this good.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. I need fucking more.” He’s panting and writhing, and I want to stop exploring with my fingers and dive in deep with my cock.
Working that digit in and out, over and over again, I grab the lube and pour some directly on his opening until it dribbles onto the sheets below. When I have him thoroughly drenched I ease in a second finger and plunge both to the hilt, nailing his prostate and extracting a garbled groan of random curse words to fly from Isaac’s lips.
“Ah-motherfucking-yes-right-there”
Repeating the move, I work his hole and scissor my fingers to open him up for my cock. My fit-to-burst cock.
When he’s writhing beneath me, his hips seeking friction for his heavy, aching shaft, I remove my fingers, earning me a whimper from Isaac. Rubbing the excess lube from my hands on the sheets and with impressively fast movements, I sheath myself with a rubber.