His Just Desserts (8 page)

“And then I’m going fuck you ’til you come all over your stomach,” he promised working his way down Sean’s tight stomach. Dragging the razor across his taut abs, Isaiah efficiently removed the hair.

“Son of bitch…yes.” Sean tugged at his bonds when Isaiah fisted his cock, moving it to the side so he could shave his groin.

“Be still, Counselor. I don’t want to cut something important.”

Sean stilled, an apology spilling from his lips. “Oh, gawd, I’m sorry. I won’t move, but don’t stop…please,” he gritted from between clenched teeth.

Isaiah moved the razor around the base of his shaft. “I’m nearly done.” He looked up. “Just need to shave down below and rinse you off.” Rinsing the razor in the bowl of water, Isaiah cleaned the blade then returned to his work, his concentration on Sean’s delicious package. It would look great covered in Bananas Foster. He licked his lips again, scraping away the fine curls covering his lover’s scrotum. “We’re almost there.” He rinsed the razor one more time. “Now lift your legs. I need to get at that little asshole.” He helped Sean to expose the dark little rosette. He groaned when he saw the promised land. He was going to bury his prick in that tight hole. “Hold real still.”

“Okay.” It came out as a groan, but Sean obeyed and held motionless.

Once he finished shaving around one of the most vulnerable places on Sean’s body, Isaiah tossed the razor into the water. Taking one of the towels, Isaiah wet the corner with clean water from the teapot and wiped the residue from his lover’s groin. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and tongued the tightly furled entrance to Sean’s ass, allowing his goatee to brush over the inner curves. Despite loving the surprised cry escaping his lover, he reluctantly pulled back. He was getting ahead of himself. Coaxing Sean’s legs down, he washed away the rest of the hair and shaving cream. “There we go. All clean. Now to dirty it up again.”

Sean gave a cross between a whimper and a moan when Isaiah molded the softened ice cream into a small ball with the spoons and placed it on Sean’s nipple. “So cold.”

“Not for long, Counselor, I promise.” He repeated the process with the other nipple, until each was adorned with a small rounded ball of ice cream. “The next place is going to be more intense.”

A loud moan ripped free of Sean. “Fuck no.”

But he didn’t stop. If he thought for a moment his lover didn’t want it, he would’ve halted, but the subtle upward shift of Sean’s hips told him he was more than willing. Scattering several more bite-size mounds across the muscled torso, he reached a spot just above his navel. “Don’t move,” he warned, placing a small ball on the taut skin mere inches from where Sean’s engorged cock hung. He could only imagine what the coolness against his sensitive crown felt like. “Steady. I’m not done yet. One more.” He let the anticipation build then took a slightly larger scoop of ice cream and nestled it against the base of Sean’s shaft.

“Oh my fucking God!” Sean jerked when the cold ball settled on his bare nuts.

“Shhh, we’re not done yet.” Using his forearms to press down on Sean’s thighs, Isaiah pinned him to the table.

Not done yet
. He wouldn’t survive. Not only were his nips cold from the ice cream, so were his dick and balls. He was ready to explode right on the spot. What more could Isaiah come up with to drive him crazy?

“What Bananas Foster would be complete without the sauce?” His chef stuck his finger inside of one of the bowls. Dragging it out, he painted Sean’s lips with it. Warm but not hot, it was just as great as he remembered.

“Son of a—” Sean groaned when Isaiah lifted a spoon and drizzled more sauce and a few pieces of banana on top of the ice cream. The heat contrasted with the cold ice cream balls scattered across his skin.

“Shhh, you’re doing good. Just relax. I’ll be done shortly, and then I can eat.”

His cock bobbed at the promise in the deep throaty tone. He hissed when it bumped into the slowly melting ice cream on his abs. The cold sensation rocketed through him.

“Oh my fucking God.” He jerked on the ties. The warm syrup and pieces of banana were sliding closer to where his dick leaked. He would lose it if Isaiah coated his cock. He would blow his load right then and there. “I’m going to come.”

“Not, yet, Counselor. You will wait.” Isaiah avoided his sex and moved down to his balls. He spread the warm liquid over the bare skin of Sean’s scrotum.

He panted, curling his fingers around the ties holding him.

“Almost done,” Isaiah growled. “All we have left is to decorate the banana.”

“No….” His eyes rolled back in his head. Sensation like none he’d ever experienced raced up his spine when the droplets of sauce hit his shaft. He refocused in time to see Isaiah reach for the basting brush. He painted the head of Sean’s cock with the warm gooey mixture. His nuts drew up tight, rivulets of ice cream dripping from them. He dangled on the edge. The dueling sensations consumed him. Hot, cold, and everything in between had him ready to spurt. Oh God, he needed to come.

“You look delicious, and I’m a very hungry man.” Isaiah set aside the brush, his eyes devouring Sean. He arched when a pair of masculine lips wrapped around one of the little ice cream sundaes on his chest. Once the cold was gone, he moaned under the hot lash of Isaiah’s tongue. He pleaded, begged him to let him come, but the man just hummed, his lips tracing the route he’d taken before, lapping up the syrup while nibbling at the soft bananas and ice cream. By the time Isaiah reached his navel, Sean barely recognized the sounds spilling from his lips. Every nerve in his body was on fire with lust.

“Son of bitch, you taste good, Counselor.” Pausing inches from his groin, Isaiah looked up at him. “By the time I finish my pièce de résistance, you’ll be ready.”

“Ready? Oh, my fucking God, if I were any harder, I’d have come at the first touch of your lips.” He tipped his head back in frustration. “You goddamned tease. Finish this!” He jerked hard on the ties. If he could get free, he’d tackle the teasing prick to the ground and ride him. Fuck Isaiah until his lover filled him full. God, he needed it.

“We’re getting there.” The touch of wet fingers over his back door thrilled him. And he was thankful Isaiah had come prepared with lube when his fingers breached his hole. He bucked up against them, uncaring that the remaining bananas and ice cream slid away from their perches and down his side and thigh to land on the plastic sheet under him.

“Bad Sean.” Isaiah tapped his hip with his open palm, added more lube, and pressed in farther. “I wanted to eat that.”

“Just fuck me!” he pled, his body hungry for his lover’s possession. “No more games. Fuck me, you bastard!” He thrashed around, hoping Isaiah would take pity on him.

“I say when we fuck…remember, Counselor?” Isaiah curled his fingers, brushing against something so electric he almost climaxed.

“No, damn it. Let me come.” He jerked back and forth until Isaiah crawled up onto the table with him.

“Look at me, Sean.”

He opened his eyes and focused on the man between his legs. Seeing the dark stalk of flesh pushing out of Isaiah’s slacks, he whimpered. His chef covered it with a condom and then a generous squirt of lube. “Please. Don’t tease. Give it to me. I’ll do anything, if you’ll only fuck me.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your eyes when I make you mine.”

Something blunt and wet pressed against his back door.
Oh God, why is he stopping? So close. Fill me. Pack me full
.

Isaiah clenched his jaw and made shallow thrusts against his hole, never quite entering. “You ready?”

When he nodded, Isaiah breached him, fingers digging into his thighs as he relentlessly forged deeper.

He gasped at the slight burn and then the full sensation when Isaiah took his cherry. His body trembled as his lover stopped, his balls resting against the cheeks of Sean’s upturned ass. Euphoria filled him. He’d done it. He’d taken every inch and managed to keep from coming. Although pride at the accomplishment didn’t have time to sink in, because with a low hiss, Isaiah began rocking against him. Each thrust nudged his gland. The pleasure was brutal.

“Right there?” Isaiah panted, his thrusts becoming rougher. “Is that the spot, Counselor? The spot that will have you spurting all over me?”

He wanted to reply, but in the end nothing came out other than a wail. His cock throbbed and spurted, sending cream all over both of them, seed decorating their chests. He shook through the most incredible orgasm of his life, consumed by it until he heard cursing from his lover.

Isaiah jerked out of him. He tore the condom from his cock and jerked it frantically, low groans escaping his heaving chest.

“Baby?” Confusion swamped him. Why hadn’t Isaiah come…hadn’t he satisfied him?

“Aw, shit, gonna come all over…you!” Isaiah arched his back, howling as he shot his release.

Sean stared in awe when the warm fluid rained down on his body. Nothing had ever felt so right.
Screw just this weekend, I’m keeping him
.

***

Opening his eyes, Isaiah tried to place where he was. In his arms, Sean stirred but snuggled closer, his arm around Isaiah’s waist and his thigh wedged between his. The feel of the semi-hard cock against his hip brought all the memories of the last two nights back. Cleaning up the mess they’d made. Their shower together where Sean had rocked his world with an unexpected blow job. Waking up in the middle of the night to make slow, lazy love. They’d spent Saturday curled up on Sean’s leather couch, eating take-out pizza and watching cooking shows and
Law and Order
re-runs, until innocent petting had turned into more.

He hardened as he remembered how he’d dragged Sean off to bed with an explicit order for his sexy counselor to ride him until he blew his load. He still could see and feel Sean’s tight ass around him as his lover rose and fell while jerking on his own dick. It’d been all he could do to hold off until Sean found his release.

The only thing missing was the feel of Sean inside him. Throughout the last forty-eight hours he’d topped until he should’ve been satisfied to his toes, but he wanted more. He wanted Sean’s thick cock to fill his ass. He wanted his lover to stretch him open like he had before everything blew up in his face.

“Mmmm.” Sean’s lips drifted over his collarbone. “Smells so good. Like coming home.”

Suddenly angry, he wanted to push the man away. It wasn’t the first time he had hinted at something more permanent. They’d both agreed to this weekend. Nothing more, nothing less. This was to exorcise Sean Whitcomb from his system. Rolling away, he turned the man onto his stomach and jerked him up to his knees. His sleepy protest was muffled by the pillow. Isaiah rubbed his shaft over the crease of his ass.

Jerking back and spitting on his fingers, he forced himself to be gentle despite his anger. When Sean pressed back against his invading digits, Isaiah shoved a bit harder. He rubbed a saliva-covered palm over his own dick. When he was sure he could enter Sean without hurting him, he pushed inside with a rough grunt. “Tight little ass. Gonna fuck it raw.” His head swam with the heat surrounding his bare skin. He should pull out and get a condom, but he couldn’t. The bucking of Sean’s hips guaranteed he didn’t.

“Don’t you come until I tell you to, Counselor. Your releases are mine.” Losing himself to the passion rising between them, he pounded in and out, trying to exorcise his demons in Sean’s willing body. But it did no good. Every time he sank inside, he fought his need for more. He wouldn’t give in to the fairytale they’d woven during the dinner with his partners. None of it was real. This was about revenge, about screwing Sean’s ass until he sated his lust. When the weekend was over, so were they. He just had to remember that. Gasping for breath, he came, filling Sean’s ass with his seed.

Jerking out, he rolled to his back, listening to his lover’s whimpers. He glanced to the side and saw Sean’s fisting his crimson cock. The mumbled pleas, instead of pleasing him, as they had earlier, angered him.

Smacking Sean’s hand away, he pushed the panting man onto his back. He pulled hard on Sean’s erection. When his lover cried out in pain, he immediately gentled his touch. Even angry, he couldn’t hurt him. “Sorry.” He smoothed his thumb over the weeping tip.

Sean’s glazed eyes sought his. “Oh, God, please let me come, baby.” He reached for Isaiah, who moved out of reach.

“Grab the headboard. You let go, and I’ll leave this bed,” he warned, his hand stroking up and down.

Sean reached to grasp the wooden spindles above his head.

“That’s right. Submit to me. I want to see you cover your chest with seed.” He sped up his motions. When Sean’s balls drew tight to his body, he urged him on. “Come on, you little pleasure slut, come for me.”

Throughout the long weekend, he’d learned about Sean’s penchant for dirty talk. His straight-laced lawyer loved to be degraded in bed. Still holding the spindles, Sean shot several hard ropes of cum, his back bowed. Isaiah kept his grip tight to give him the utmost pleasure. When Sean sank back down into the sheet, Isaiah rolled off the bed and wandered into the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth under the warm water, he avoided his reflection. Though he’d seen to Sean’s pleasure in the end, he’d belittled their coming together.

He forced the regret from his mind and washed his cock and balls. After rinsing the cloth, he carried it back to the bedroom where Sean lay snoring and looking more tempting than he could ever remember. Gently washing him, Isaiah kept his touch light to avoid disturbing his lover’s sleep. When he was done, he tucked the covers around the man. He had to get out of there—to escape before he did something stupid like beg Sean to let him stay. He’d end up hurt, torn, and devastated when the man’s career goals once again took precedence over their relationship. He couldn’t—no, wouldn’t go through that again. He’d played the fool once. Never again.

Shutting the door behind him, he dressed hurriedly in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, then shoved his feet sans socks into battered sneakers. Glancing around the room, he shoved keys, cell phone, and wallet into the pockets. The need to run rode him hard, but he had to be careful. The break from Sean had to be clean.