And in turn, he was doing the same to me.
As he began to alternate between rocking against me and bouncing on my dick, my orgasm began to wind its way along all my nerve endings. The sounds Isaac made just drove me higher. Grunts, whimpers, mewling sounds–they all combined to create a picture of a man who’d never been more at home in his skin as he was in that very moment.
“Maddox,” Isaac cried as he opened his eyes and looked down at me. His pupils were blown and I knew he was close.
Really close.
I wanted to watch him go, but I wanted to follow right after him too.
I quickly sat up and wrapped my arm around his waist and flipped him so he was lying beneath me. I managed to keep my cock buried deep inside of him. Isaac’s arms wound around my neck as I pushed into him.
Hard.
Deep.
Really deep.
He cried out and wrapped his legs around me. I could feel his weeping dick between our bodies, but I didn’t know if he needed me to jerk him off. From the way he was hanging onto me and jamming his hips up to meet my brutal thrusts as I pounded into his lithe body, my guess was that he didn’t need the extra contact. He took the choice away from me when he suddenly dropped his legs and grabbed my ass with his hands and dug his blunt fingernails into my skin.
“Harder, Maddox! Harder!”
I braced my arms next to his head and proceeded to pummel him with one thrust after another. Our bodies writhed against one another in a rhythm that I never would have thought we could sustain. But it went on and on as our orgasms seemed to build and build. I knew enough that there was a spot inside of him that was guaranteed to send him over if I could just find it. So I began canting my hips and twisting them as I slammed into him. I knew I’d hit the mother lode when he screamed and bit down on my shoulder.
So I nailed him there again.
And again.
My name tore from his lips as he came. Hot liquid hit my belly and chest and mixed with the sweat that was coating both our bodies in a fine sheen. My dog tags were dragging back and forth over Isaac’s chest as I kept fucking into him. It almost looked like he was wearing them.
The idea of him wearing something that important to me did funny things to me that I couldn’t explain. It was like I claimed ownership over him in that moment merely because of that one image.
And that was when my body gave up the fight. Isaac’s inner muscles were still flexing around my cock as he continued to ride out the orgasm. So between that and the idea of him wearing my dog tags, I was a goner. I dropped my mouth to his neck as I came. His hands had slid up my wet back at some point and he clung to me as I came deep inside of him. I kept pushing into him as I emptied into the condom, but he didn’t protest the rough thrusts. If anything, he held onto me tighter with every single one. It wasn’t until I completely collapsed on top of him that his fingers began toying with the back of my neck as I kept my face buried against the spot where his shoulder met his collarbone. Aftershocks tore through my body for what seemed like ages, but he never once tried to get me to pull out of him. I knew I was too heavy for him, but when I tried to lift some of my weight off him he whispered in my ear, “No, stay.”
So I did.
It was a long time before I pulled out of him. I reluctantly got up to get rid of the condom and grab a washcloth for both of us. He was still sprawled out on top of my sleeping bag when I returned to the living room. I cleaned him and myself up and tossed the washcloth aside, then got us both into the sleeping bag. He snuggled up against my chest. There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but there was one thing in particular that had been haunting me from the night I’d met him and Newt.
“Isaac?” I said softly.
“Yeah?”
“What’s your middle name?”
“What?” Isaac asked in surprise. His fingers were playing with my dog tags while I was running mine up and down his spine.
“The night we met, you and Newt were talking about how people couldn’t hurt you with their words if they didn’t know your middle names… because if they didn’t care about you enough to know your middle names, it didn’t count when they tried to hurt you.”