Chapter Eighteen

Rowes

 

Izzy was driving him insane. Truthfully, his sanity had snuck out of the window what felt like hours before, and since that time, he’d been nothing but a moaning, whimpering mass of pure nothingness. It was almost simple to be in this state, except for the side of infuriating longing.

“How is your fruit?” asked Izzy as he pressed another strawberry to Rowes’ lips. He’d fed an entire bowl of the stuff to him, pushing his fingers inside with the fruit and sometimes stroking his tongue a few times.

“My cock hurts, Iz.” Rowes took the berry, digging his fingers into his thighs. He’d been so hard for so long that he was almost dizzy with it. Even when their food had arrived, Izzy had left him kneeling at the couch, hardly letting him move at all. He’d only been sheltered by the couch, so close to discovery that it was maddening.

Snapping or coming. One of them would happen, but he wasn’t sure which. When he did come, he was pretty sure he was going to pass out from it—or maybe his cock would fall off. Either way, he was fucked.

“That’s a weird answer to my question. I didn’t come on the strawberries, Ro. That’s just white chocolate. Are they not good?”

Is it possible to hate someone just as much as I love them?

“They’re delicious. Thank you.” Rowes rolled his eyes as he said it, putting every bit of sarcasm he could muster into his voice. He took another as Izzy pressed it to his lips, chewing quickly before swallowing.

“Are you being ungrateful?”

Blanching, Rowes looked up, worrying his lip as he caught Izzy’s gaze. He looked a little unimpressed. It’s not my fault. Just let me come. He was sure he would get another spanking if he said that out loud, and that would not help his situation.

“No,” said Rowes, ducking his head and rubbing at his thigh. This was a part of their new relationship that he loved the most. Izzy had always looked after him, but Rowes had never gotten the chance to push back at all and have some fun. He’d been too worried he would ruin their relationship. “I’m never ungrateful.”

“Okay,” said Izzy, scratching at his chin. His own meal was a fancy salad with bits of chicken that he occasionally slipped to Rowes. His lips glistened with dressing and one random poppy seed. “Come here then.”

He patted his leg, leaning so Rowes would have room before he set the dishes with the remnants of their foot to the side. Rowes surged into his lap, wincing as he moved his legs for the first time in a while. He’d kept shuffling and moving a bit as he’d sat on the floor, but apparently, it hadn’t been enough.

His toes tingled, his calves aching and weak as he settled into Izzy’s lap, facing him so their groins were together. The fabric of Izzy’s jeans scraped against his oversensitive cock, and he flinched away before it could become too much.

“You know, you’d be much more comfortable without pants.” Rowes wiggled his hips, his cock waving back and forth from the movement. “See? Super comfy.”

“You’re a brat,” said Izzy, grabbing Rowes’ hips and guiding him so there was more space between their groins. When he reached for his zipper, Rowes perked up with a grin.

“You won’t regret it, Iz.” He licked his lips as Izzy slowly exposed his cock to the air. He was hard again and so fucking beautiful that Rowes just wanted to kiss every inch.

“You’re right, this is nice…airy,” said Izzy, fisting his cock and stroking it from base to tip before leaning it so their cockheads touched. Rowes shuddered at the touch that was like a thousand needles of pleasure.

Our cocks are touching. Oh God. They were one step away from grinding.

Izzy started jerking himself in earnest, running his thumb over the head before squeezing the base of his shaft, his cock going harder and harder as he sped up. Rowes licked his lips, fascinated as he watched the pre-cum well up before Izzy polished it away.

“Do you want me to get it wet for you?” asked Rowes, unable to tear his gaze away or even reach for himself as he throbbed. He preferred a wet jerk himself, but he’d heard some guys like it dry. Wetter was better, in his opinion.

“No need,” said Izzy, a groan behind his teeth as he inched his hips off the couch. “All I need to do is look at you, and I’m already close to coming. That pretty cock of yours is so hard and lonely. Fuck, it makes me want to come.”

Izzy let out a groan, tilting his head back as he breathed sharply through his nose. “Fuck yeah.”

He aimed his cock as he started to shoot, his cum coating Rowes in a way that was so reminiscent of their scene. It was as if Izzy wanted to mark him—claim him—and make sure every man would know he was already taken.

“You like that, baby?” asked Izzy as he recovered, reaching for Rowes’ cock and slicking it with cum. “You like it hard and fast, I bet. Just you wait. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t remember your own name.”

“Oh fuck.” Rowes was so close, teetering on the edge as his cock was coated and jerked with the perfect amount of pressure. He curled his toes, biting his lip as his orgasm drew close enough to taste. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Thanks for letting me know,” said Izzy, pulling his hand away as if he’d been burned. “Good boy.”

His chest heaved, his cock throbbing and aching as his impending orgasm was interrupted yet again. Izzy even had the audacity to wipe his hand clean on Rowes’ belly, grinning as he did it.

“Back on the floor, Ro.”

“Fucking hell.” His legs were trembling as he tried to step back, his cock so hard that he was sure he was going to explode. “Iz, please.”

“Did you need a pillow?”

He’d never taken Izzy for a sadist. He’d been so fucking wrong about a lot of things, though—like how much he liked it.

Tears rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them, and he let out a sob as he dropped back to his knees next to the couch. His legs hurt like hell, but it was nothing to the ache of his cock. It was actually painful, something that he’d never experienced just from being hard.

“How about you sit cross-legged? It will be easier on your knees, especially with you shaking like that. Did you want a robe?”

“No!” Rowes almost shouted. Was he shaking? He touched his leg. His whole body was vibrating, his muscles so sore that fresh tears streaked down his cheeks. His teeth chattered.

“What’s wrong, baby?” asked Izzy softly, carding his fingers through Rowes’ hair.

“Let me come,” Rowes whispered, pleading with everything he had. The carpet was rough against his sore ass, offering no relief as the plug shifted inside. He squeaked as it rubbed against his spot that was so sore and sensitive.

“Anything but that. I’ll give you the world, but you don’t get to come.”

A sob broke free of his throat, his shoulders shaking as he started to cry in earnest. The fog that had been creeping at the corners of his thoughts swept in, taking control of everything at once.

The throb dulled, the tears on his cheeks going warm as the fresh ones kept coming. Something loosened in his chest, and suddenly, he was breaking down.

Izzy’s warm arms were around him, laying him on the soft bed as he was cradled and cuddled like the most precious thing in the world. Every worry faded away with his tears, Izzy taking the burden that had been weighing him down since he’d signed the contract.

“Are we gonna make it, Isthmus?” His voice was shaky—barely understandable.

“Of course.”

How could he be so fucking calm? His voice so steady and sweet? He must’ve known for sure to be that confident.

“First, I want you to come for me.” Izzy wrapped his hand around Rowes’ cock a moment later, and Rowes couldn’t hold back. Three strokes later he was jerking uncontrollably, spilling into Izzy’s palm as his vision darkened away.

“I’m never leaving your side.”