Pushing the Limits (Secrets Kept 2)

My orgasm was right there, begging and pleading with me, but I kept going, altered my angle. His hand dropped away, and his body began to shake. Lane’s eyelids fluttered as he fucked against the bed again. His hole spasmed around me, his load spurting from his cock, all over the mattress.

It sent me flying, launched me into my own release, tingles shooting down my spine as my cum did the same into the condom…the way it would soon do into Lane’s body.

I fell down beside him, kissed his shoulder. “Best sex ever.”

“Yeah…we’re going to be doing that a lot from now on,” Lane replied.

I couldn’t hold back my smile…and I didn’t want to.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lane

I really needed to get out with Isaac. We’d spent the last couple of weeks either fucking, me painting, him working, or just spending time together, and while I wanted to be with him, the only time we’d left the condo together had been to do things like go to the grocery store or walk around Piedmont Park. While my painting was still flowing like crazy, still circled around Isaac and me, I was starting to go stir-crazy. Kylie had asked me out a couple of times, but I’d always said no because I wanted to be with Isaac and because I knew she was interested in me. Honestly, I’d been a little interested too, but that was before Isaac.

I was pretty sure he missed going out as well. He’d always been big on bars and dancing and being around people. But now it was as if we were afraid to step out of our comfortable bubble, as if we thought that if we left his condo, everything would change.

When I learned about a new exhibit in Atlanta, I went ahead and bought us tickets, willing to force him out of the house for an evening if I had to, but I didn’t think it would come to that.

I lost track of time like I so often did, and was still painting when Isaac stuck his head into the studio. “You’re the nakedest person I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t believe that’s a word.”

“Oh, well, sorry, Professor.” He chuckled. “I had no idea you were such a stickler for proper grammar.”

“Get it right next time, or you’ll have to be punished… Actually, get it wrong so I can spank you.”

“You wish,” Isaac replied, then shrugged. “Could be fun. Maybe we’ll try it sometime.” He came in and sat on the mattress.

“I like to feel free when I’m creating. I’m not big on clothes. They’re restricting, so if I have a choice between them and going without, I’ll choose the latter. Are you complaining?”

He reached out, cupped my balls, then traced a finger from the base of my soft cock to the tip. “Not at all.”

“Unfortunately, we’re both going to need clothes because we’re going out.” Isaac looked at me, his brows drawn together, so I explained. “There’s a new art exhibit. I’d…I’d like to take you on a date.” A smile split his face. “What?” Isaac reached into his suit jacket, pulled out his phone, and showed me something on the screen. A laugh tumbled out of my mouth. He’d gotten tickets as well. “Great minds.”

“I’m sad we won’t be naked, though.”

“Well, we can try it, but I bet if we do, we’ll end the night in jail. I’ve never been arrested. I’m all for new experiences.”

With a smile, Isaac said, “Yeah, because that will go over well. Fine-arts painter Lane Ryan arrested for public indecency alongside his brother, who we’ve since learned he’s in a sexual relationship with.”

“Hey, Debbie Downer, stop ruining my fun,” I teased.

“Hey, I was having fun too. We’re kinky motherfuckers.” Isaac grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. I stood between his legs. He leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock, then sucked it into his mouth before pulling back. “You’re lucky I love you. I’m willing to sacrifice a night spent with your dick between my lips. I bet I could do it, suck you all night, but no, we have to go out and be social like normal people.”

I chuckled, rubbed a hand over his head and tilted it so he looked up at me. “I love you too. And it’ll be good for us. Then afterward, we can see how long you can last being my little cockwarmer.”

“Maybe I’ll have changed my mind by then and want the positions reversed.”

“Then it’ll be me drooling all over your balls the whole night. I could probably last longer anyway.”

Isaac let out a loud bark of laughter. “You wish! Actually, maybe I do too. It’s a toss-up really.”

“Come on. Let’s go shower so we can get ready for our date.” I pulled Isaac to his feet, and he came easily. I knew things wouldn’t always be this way, this simple, but while it was just the two of us, we could pretend.