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“Is that right?”
Isaiah snorted. “Yes, really. I want you to enjoy it so much you come back for more.”
“So much neither of us can decide if we want to pitch or catch?”
“Exactly.” Isaiah dropped the condom on the floor. “I want it all with you, Darren. Everything.”
“Good.” He kissed Isaiah. “I want it all, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Darren
Darren stirred under the sheets, foot bumping against Isaiah’s heel. He blinked in the dark room. They’d fallen asleep.
Moonlight leaked between the gaps in the curtains and over the bed. Isaiah hummed in his sleep, and Darren smiled. He looked so peaceful.
Wriggling closer, cutting the gap between them, Darren propped himself on his arm and admired his boyfriend. When Isaiah murmured sleepily again, Darren bent down and dropped the softest kiss on his lips.
He pulled away and rested back on his pillow—
A hand shot out and palmed his chest over his nipple. “More.”
Darren lifted a brow and curled over Isaiah, who still had his eyes shut, but his lips were twisted in a smile.
Darren laughed and dropped another kiss on his lips.
This time when he pulled back, Isaiah followed him, hands dancing over Darren’s body, waking him up in other ways.
The heat of Isaiah’s naked body sliding against his sent Darren’s lust spiraling. Isaiah deepened their kisses and rubbed his hard cock against Darren’s. There was a question forming between them, and Darren trembled.
This was Isaiah. He wanted this with him.
Isaiah caught his gaze and held it. He spoke softly. “We don’t have to. There’s a thousand ways to get you off.”
Darren raised his head off the pillow, jaw grazing Isaiah’s cheek, and whispered in Isaiah’s ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
Isaiah’s breath hitched. He found the lube and a condom and kissed him with tantalizing promise.
Darren surrendered to his touch, parting his legs, hooking a foot over Isaiah’s shoulder. Baring himself.
Isaiah groaned a curse and slowly fingered lube into him. Too slowly.
Each thrust of his finger felt incredible, and not enough. Darren eagerly helped Isaiah along, cocking his hips up, begging for more.
God, Isaiah looked hot as hell between his thighs, his tattooed muscles flexing as he finger-fucked Darren with lube.
Damn sexy.
Isaiah lowered himself on him, and Darren plunged his tongue into his mouth, showing Isaiah just what he wanted.
He gripped Isaiah’s waist and slid his hands toward Isaiah’s firm ass. He thrust against his stomach. “Please. I’m ready.”
Arousal pulsed through him, and Isaiah nudged Darren’s thigh, spreading his legs further apart. Air funneled over his balls as Isaiah knelt between his legs, hurrying to open the condom and sheathe his cock. Adding lube, Isaiah lowered himself, all that warm skin pressing against Darren as he kissed him gently. The blunt, slippery head of Isaiah’s cock bumped teasingly against Darren’s lubed entrance.
Darren cupped Isaiah’s cheeks and lifted his head into the kiss, deepening it.
Isaiah whimpered and left frenzied kisses along the underside of his jaw. He paused at Darren’s ear, and his hot breath tickled. “You’re fucking amazing, Darren.”
Isaiah reached for his cock and lined it up. He sank slowly into Darren, filling him. Darren dug his fingers against Isaiah’s ass as he rode through the burn.
“Oh God, you feel so good,” Isaiah moaned. He held himself still, letting Darren grow accustomed to him.
Darren’s cock flagged, and Isaiah gripped him. His warm hand steadily fisted his cock, and Darren groaned. He clenched around Isaiah and urged him to move. “Keep going.”
Isaiah thrust gently, and Darren lifted his hips to meet him, needing more. He pinched Isaiah’s nipple, eliciting a soft, ragged curse. The sound spurred Darren on, and he did it again, harder.
Isaiah surged into him needily. His thrusts quickened, and pleasure built in Darren every time Isaiah rubbed over his prostate.
Their skin slapped together, the headboard rocked against the wall, and Darren gripped Isaiah’s sides, steering him to move harder. Faster.
The air thickened. Moonlight shimmered over Isaiah, displaying his limber, flexing muscles. Darren’s cock rubbed against his stomach, and the friction added to the ache that rapidly mounted.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Darren moaned.
“Me too.” Isaiah pounded into him.
Darren cried out as his orgasm slammed into him. He came over Isaiah’s stomach as Isaiah thrust into him with a deep, guttural groan.
Isaiah collapsed on top of Darren, warm and sweaty, Darren’s come mashed between them.
“You felt incredible,” Isaiah whispered over Darren’s lips, still seated deep in him. “How are you feeling?”
Darren kissed him. “Good.”
“Like, how good?”
“Like it’s definitely going to be hard to choose between pitching and catching.”
Isaiah smiled into the kiss and pulled back just enough to look Darren in the eye. “That’s the perfect amount.”
Isaiah
After a midnight shower, another round of sex, and sleeping as the little spoon, Isaiah woke to an empty bed. Somewhere in the half-daze of early morning, he thought Darren had murmured to him.
He didn’t understand the allure of getting up before the sun.
