Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Tell me to stop,” Kairo said.
“No,” Isidore exhaled.
Kairo trailed his fingers up his cock and let them catch on the elastic waistband of his basketball shorts before slowly moving back down again. “Do you want more?”
“I do. I want more,” Isidore choked out. “Please, Kairo. Make me come. I’m so close.”
He rewarded that shaky confession by pressing his palm to Isidore’s dick while rubbing. He just barely captured his loud, desperate cry in his mouth. Responsive and vocal, Isidore was a fucking wet dream.
“What do you want me to do to you?” Kairo teased. Isidore already looked as if he was hovering on the edge and dying to watch Kairo come apart. “You want my hand on your dick? Or would you rather I suck you hard down my throat and swallow everything you’ve got?” His preference was option two, but only because he was dying to taste him, to feel the weight of him on his tongue.
A high-pitched whimper escaped Isidore and he finally said, “Hand,” through clenched teeth. “I won’t last for a blowjob.”
Kairo lazily drew his hand lower and fondled Isidore’s balls through his shorts before dragging it up again. He had only started to tug at the waistband of the shorts when Isidore jerked away. Kairo froze. Had he changed his mind? Was this too much too fast?
The questions had barely formed in his mind when Isidore moved away from Kairo enough to violently shove aside both his shorts and underwear. He tossed them to the floor and turned, snagging Kairo’s mouth in a brutal kiss that wiped away any thought.
Kairo’s hand unerringly located Isidore’s straining cock and caressed it slowly, gripping it lightly at first, exploring the length and weight of it. The silky, hot flesh felt perfect in his hand. He ran his fingers across the tip, gathering up the pre-cum to use as lubricant on the next hard stroke that left Isidore trembling and gasping.
“Kairo, can…can I touch you?” Isidore asked, his tone nearly begging.
“God, please,” Kairo groaned. He kissed his way along Isidore’s throat, his hand still on his cock while Isidore fought with his shorts. He got them enough out of the way to free Kairo’s aching cock. The second Isidore’s long, nimble fingers closed around his dick, all higher thought shut off.
They kissed and bit at each other’s lips until they were bruised and swollen. Kairo’s hand shuttled hard and fast up and down Isidore’s cock as it leaked and throbbed in his fist. Every whimper, pant, and moan built the fire within him higher and higher.
“Kairo!” Isidore’s voice broke out in a cry. Kairo quickly covered his mouth to catch the rest of the scream of pleasure. Hot cum splashed across his hand and stomach while the cock in his hand swelled and pulsed with his orgasm.
Isidore’s strokes on Kairo’s dick grew jerky and lost their rhythm, but it didn’t matter. Feeling Isidore snap and lose all control was enough to send Kairo over the edge. He groaned and came so fucking hard the world whited out.
When the world came back into focus, Isidore’s sweaty forehead was pressed to his own while each panted breath brushed against his sore lips. That had been fast. But then, he’d been about to come in his shorts like a fucking teenager from frotting and a lot of hungry, desperate kissing. Isidore fried all of his brain cells and left him aching for more.
“That…wow…” Isidore slurred, sounding almost drunk. “I want…want to say something…witty…like about customer service and how you treat all your clients, but I’m not getting enough blood to my brain to be funny.”
Kairo released Isidore and sat up so he could pull his T-shirt off. He used it to gently wipe Isidore’s groin, stomach, and hand clean before taking care of himself. Isidore dropped onto his back and smiled up at him with the most adorable, crooked smile. The light creeping in through the window was brighter. Dawn was approaching, but they likely had enough time to catch a few more hours of sleep.
After pulling his shorts into place, Kairo tucked the blanket around Isidore and rolled onto his stomach. With one arm slung across Isidore’s stomach, he brushed a kiss to his shoulder. “Isidore, I have never so much as kissed a client before, but I don’t see you as a client.”
Isidore hummed softly. “Your kidnapper, then?”
Kairo huffed a laugh and nibbled on Isidore’s shoulder. “I’ve never kissed a kidnapper. Or given one a hand job.”
“So I’m special.”
“Isidore, you are so very special to me.”
Isidore turned his head to stare at Kairo, his eyes narrowed slightly as if he were trying to clearly see him in the gray darkness. “Why don’t you call me Izzie? I figured you called me Isidore to keep some distance between us.”
Smiling, Kairo leaned close and pressed a delicate kiss to his tender lips. “Everyone calls you Izzie, but I’m not everyone. I call you Isidore because I look at you, I see a beautiful man who is worthy of such a beautiful name. You are my Isidore.”