Sanctuary Found (Pelican Bay 2)

My heart flip-flopped crazily in my chest when his pretty blue eyes connected with mine. His gorgeous lips were stretched so wide it had to be uncomfortable, but his eyes were bright with so much pleasure that I didn’t try to pull out again. In fact, I slowed my strokes down so I could both watch and feel him working me. When I was on the verge of blowing, I forced him to release me and dragged him up my body. His weight felt so good on me and I couldn’t stop marveling over how soft and smooth his skin was. I suspected he waxed and while it should have seemed like a strange thing for a man, I loved it.

Even if I did wonder if part of the reason he did it was because of his occupation.

The reminder of what he’d been forced to do–and after having seen him at the center working and seemingly enjoying a regular job, I really did believe the prostitution had been something he hadn’t really had a choice in–didn’t belong between us, so I pushed it from my mind and just held him as we kissed. He slid his body up mine enough so that my cock was notched against his ass. I began bumping my hips up against his crease.

“I can’t wait,” Isaac ground out, then he was climbing off me. I was mesmerized by his body, hard cock included, as he rushed to grab his wallet from his discarded pants. He returned with a condom and packet of lube in hand and climbed on top of me. He kissed me and repeated, “I can’t wait.”

I was in the same boat, so I rubbed my hands up and down his supple thighs. “Then don’t,” I said. “Take what you need, Isaac. Anything, it’s yours.”

“God, Maddox, you gotta stop saying stuff like that,” he whispered hoarsely as he leaned down to kiss me gently. I didn’t really understand the statement but didn’t have time to dwell on it because he straightened and moved back enough so he could slide the condom down my length. Then he was tearing at the packet of lube. A little of it was smeared all over my sheathed cock, but the rest he put on two fingers. I felt my mouth go dry as he reached behind himself.

I’d never had anal sex with a woman, so I didn’t really know what to expect, but I knew at least some preparation with fingers was required. On the one hand, I was wound way too tight to learn exactly what it was Isaac needed when it came to being made ready, but on the other hand, I didn’t want to miss out on anything, either. So I sat up and wrapped an arm around Isaac’s waist to support him, then reached down to his ass with my other hand. Since my right hand was the injured one, I was using my left to explore what Isaac was doing to himself, so it was a little more awkward. Isaac was panting as he held my gaze. My fingers bumped up against his where they were sliding in and out of his body.

Two fingers.

Two slicked-up fingers.

More blood rushed to my cock at the knowledge that Isaac was fucking himself. I waited until he slid his fingers out and then gathered what lube remained on the slim digits and began pressing one finger into him. Isaac’s hands landed on my shoulders as he threw his head back. His body didn’t fight my entry too much, so I was knuckle-deep in no time. He was so tight and hot I could have come then and there. I could feel the slickness of the lube inside of him as I explored his inner muscles.

“Another,” Isaac gasped right before he kissed me. I instinctively knew the second finger wouldn’t be accepted as easily, so I took my time working it into his body. Isaac was the one who began rocking his hips so he could fuck my fingers. I could feel his cock between us. He was leaking enough fluid from the tip that it was smearing across my own lubed cock.

“Need all of you,” Isaac said, then he was pushing me back down, forcing me to remove my fingers. He shifted forward and grabbed my cock. I let out a violent curse when the head of my dick was quickly swallowed into the tightest, hottest grip I’d ever known. I grabbed Isaac by the hips to help steady him as he carefully eased his body farther and farther down onto me. It seemed to take forever before his body completely swallowed my length, but he didn’t give himself time to adjust. His face was contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain as he lifted up and slowly slid back down again. It was all I could do not to pound up into him. Instead, I focused on how lost in his own body he was as he rode me. His hands skimmed over his neck and chest and down to his belly. I was reminded of when he’d been removing his clothes. He was in that same state where he seemed completely free. There was no coyness or faked moans and groans like some of the women I’d been with had been prone to do. No, every sound, every move was about pulling every ounce of pleasure out of his body that he could.