And now I feel guilty for keeping secrets from them, one I want to tell them so much. I can’t wait until I can share Isaac with them. The other one, I’m happy to keep to myself. No one needs to know about my debt.
TWENTY
ISAAC
A knock on the door startles me and I almost fall off the couch where I was just about asleep. I don’t know why I’m so tired. With Evan’s parents in town, I’ve been going to bed early. It takes me a minute to get my bearings and stretch out my sore muscles. The knock sounds again, reminding me there’s a reason I’m awake now.
When I open the door, I’m met with a sexy as hell, Evan, wearing a pair of white dress pants and a white linen jacket that’s open. He’s not wearing a shirt and his tan skin looks delicious against the white fabric. My cock hardens at the sight of my beautiful man.
“My parents left for the airport an hour ago, so I decided to bring you a present.” He smiles, holding his arms out.
I pull him into my house and growl in his ear, “The gift better be you.” As soon as my mouth crashes onto his, I wrap my arms around Evan and he tangles his hands in my hair. Need takes over, hands are everywhere, and we can’t get enough of each other. It’s only been three days, but I feel likeI haven’t had Evan’s touch in months. I need him now. He pulls on the hem of my shirt, so I raise my arms for him to pull it off. His jacket hits the floor next. By the time we make our way down the hall to my bedroom, we’re both naked and a trail of clothes lies in our wake.
Evan takes over, pushing me onto the bed, trailing kisses down my chest, stopping before he reaches my cock. He sits back and pushes my legs up before leaning down and licking my aching hole.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Do that again.” No one has ever licked my ass before. Shit, it feels amazing. Evan slowly runs his tongue over my hole several more times, driving me mad. My breath comes out fast and heavy. I can’t focus. Holy crap, I’m going to come if he doesn’t stop soon. I try to tell him, but I can’t form a complete thought much less speak.
Suddenly, Evan sits up, smiling down at me, “Feel good?”
All I can do is nod and smile. I didn’t even come and I’m flying higher than ever. Damn, he’s good at that. A cold touch has me jumping and focusing back on Evan’s face.
“Relax,” he whispers, “I’ve got you.” He slowly pushes one lubed finger into me then a second, working his fingers to prepare me for his cock. He pulls his fingers out, rolls a condom on, and slowly pushes himself into me. A slight sting shoots through me and I gasp. Evan freezes.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfect. Move. Now.” I grab Evan’s ass and pull him into me. He leans down and kisses me then starts pounding into me, hard and fast. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes.”
The more I moan and talk, the harder Evan fucks me. Damn he feels good. His fingers dig into my sides as he pounds me harder and harder. Reaching down, I grab my own cock, using my precum to coat it. Three pulls and Iexplode all over my stomach and chest. Evan’s release follows. He collapses onto my chest, breathing heavily.
“That. Was. Awesome,” he rasps out. When his breathing slows, he carefully pulls out of me and walks to the bathroom. He returns with a warm, damp cloth and wipes my come off my chest then wipes the cloth over my used hole. It’s a sweet gesture. No one has ever cleaned me up after sex. Evan walks back to the bathroom and after cleaning himself, he crawls into the bed next to me and snuggles close.
“Thank you for taking care of me. I’ve never done that before,” I admit.
Evan bolts up, “What?”
Suddenly shy, I avert my eyes. “Nothing.”
“It’s okay, Isaac. What do you mean?”
“I’ve never had a guy lick my ass or fuck me. I’m always the top.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You should have told me. We didn’t have to… I thought it was… Mike always made me do those things to him,” Evan admits barely above a whisper.
Rage courses through me. In the calmest voice I can muster, I ask, “What do you mean hemadeyou do those things?” If that bastard forced Evan to do anything, I might hunt him down.
“He made me rim him. I fucking hated it. I did it tonight because he told me that’s what good boyfriends do. I didn’t know I had a choice.”
“You always have a choice with me. I never want you to do something you don’t like. You don’t have to do it ever again.”
Slowly, a smile spreads across Evan’s face, “Actually, I want to do it again. I loved doing it to you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Did you like it?”
“It was absolutely fucking amazing. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it could feel that good. Hell, I didn’t know I was a vers.”
Evan’s demeanor changes and the tension from a few minutes ago fades away. “You are now,” Evan teases, laying back down and cuddling against me.