Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

Isaac’s suction intensified, his fingers curled forward and pressed against Trey’s prostate. How had he known… Oh yeah, the guy was a doctor. “That feels amazing,” Trey whispered. “You can rub harder.”

When he complied, Trey groaned. Close to orgasm, Trey eased Isaac back. Trey sucked a breath of air through his teeth as his c**k popped free of Isaac’s tight suction. Damn, he loved the power of a man’s mouth.

“Did I do it wrong?” Isaac asked. The uncertainty in those trembling words brought a smile to Trey’s lips.

“No, baby. You were perfect. I’m seconds from coming, and I want to give you what you want now.”

Isaac’s fingers slid free of his ass, and Trey urged him to his feet. He turned Isaac to face the wall and moved behind him. He wished they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, but he knew the reality was that they had to hurry. Someone would probably come looking for them soon and Isaac needed time to adjust to what he was discovering about himself before revealing it to others. It was one thing to accept who you were and an entirely different thing to find the acceptance of people you cared about.

Trey unfastened Isaac’s pants and pushed down to his knees. He caressed Isaac’s hips, his hands traveling down either side of Isaac’s erect c**k to trail lightly over his balls. Trey palmed them gently, but didn’t touch Isaac’s cock, just the area around it, above it, and below it, until Isaac was whimpering with excitement. Trey paused to apply a condom and then returned to the gentle caresses that would drive any man insane with need.

“Fuck me, Trey. I can’t stand the anticipation.”

The problem was Trey didn’t have any lubrication, and he sure didn’t want to hurt Isaac his first time. Maybe there was something in the medicine cabinet they could use.

“Hold that thought,” Trey said.

He opened the medicine cabinet and found a tube of K-Y Jelly. Jackpot. So Mr. and Mrs. B still liked to roll in the sack. You never could judge a person’s sex life by looking at them.

“Hurry,” Isaac said, hands on the wall, beautiful virginal ass exposed and begging for penetration.

Trey applied lubricant to his straining c**k and then to Isaac’s waiting hole. Isaac gasped excitedly and strained against Trey as his fingers pressed inside his silky depths for the first time. Trey withdrew his fingers completely and applied more lube. He slid them deep again and rotated them inside Isaac to prepare him for his first deep penetration.

“Oh,” Isaac crooned. “Oh yes. Take me.”

Trey was too excited to loosen him up properly. He needed to possess Isaac’s tight, eager ass. Like immediately. Trey grabbed his c**k in one hand and carefully inserted its head into Isaac’s body. It took every shred of his willpower not to surge forward and bury himself balls deep. Trey pressed an inch deeper and then withdrew completely before entering him again. Just an inch. Another. Withdraw. Again. A bit deeper this time.

“Ahhh,” Isaac gasped.

“You okay?” Trey whispered.

“No.”

“No?” Trey started to pull out, but Isaac pushed against him.

“Deeper. I want you deeper. Fuck me for real! Don’t tease.”

Can do. Trey began thrusting slowly. Pressing half an inch deeper with each penetration until Isaac was taking all of him with every thrust. When Isaac crooned with excitement and met his thrusts, Trey reached around his body and took Isaac’s c**k between his palms, stroking his length in time with each plunge.

Isaac tried to keep his cries of pleasure to a minimum, but he was totally getting off and rocking back to take Trey harder and harder. Isaac thrust his c**k into Trey’s hands at the same time. Trey grinned, loving to give a lover pleasure even more than he liked to receive it. He knew that giving always came back twenty-fold, and Isaac’s body was pure bliss. Trey’s own pleasure was building him toward orgasm quickly. He stroked Isaac’s c**k faster, fingers bumping lightly over the crown to bring him quickly to orgasm.

Isaac bit his hand as he cried out, his ass gripping Trey tightly as he came. His hot cum filled Trey’s hand and dripped between his fingers. Trey let go in the next instant, still pumping vigorously into Isaac as the spasms of pleasure gripped the base of his cock. He shuddered in the aftermath of bliss for a moment, planting tender kisses on Isaac’s nape as his breathing returned to normal. He pulled out with a reluctant sigh.

Trey urged Isaac to face him, knowing all the emotions that went through a guy the first time he realized he enjoyed getting f**ked up the ass. To be dominated by another man. To be filled while he came. There was nothing like it. It was humbling and empowering. Trey licked Isaac’s cum off his hand as a sign of affection. Isaac watched, his eyes glassy, breathing still irregular.

“That was perfect, Isaac,” he said.

Isaac flushed.

“Did you like it? Did getting f**ked live up to your expectations?”

He nodded. “Even better than I imagined.”

Trey smiled. “Good. Go clean up now.”

Isaac reached for the toilet paper. Trey removed the condom and cleaned up in the sink.

“You need to tell Rebekah the truth,” Trey pressed as he refastened his pants and secured his belt buckle.

Isaac hesitated. “Is that why you seduced me?”

Trey drew him into his arms. “I seduced you because I wanted you.” Maybe that hadn’t been his reason when he’d entered the bathroom, but it was true now. Trey kissed him, his tongue brushing Isaac’s upper lip. “You’re sexy, Isaac. Desirable.”

“I am?” He glanced at him shyly.

“Yeah. I’d f**k you again right now if I had the time. I’ll give you my number. We can get together again. Maybe I’ll let you f**k me next time.”

Isaac smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

“And then I’ll f**k you again. Harder next time, and you can cry out as loud as you want when you come.”

“I know I’ll like that.”

“I’ll even wear my tongue piercing for you.”

Isaac gasped and fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket. “Here. Program your number in. I’ll call you. Like tomorrow.”

Trey took his phone and entered his number into its memory while Isaac cleaned up and rearranged his clothes. “Yeah, sure. I have plans for lunch tomorrow, but I’m free around dinnertime.”

“Come over to my place. I’ll cook for you.”