The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 16
We sat in silence while driving. I would glance his way and catch his eye. The old me would have died from how awkward it was, but this was anything but. It made me feel comfortable. Safe, but also a little aroused knowing what's to come. I knew I could trust Isaac. I always can.
We pulled up to a large hotel in downtown Granada. It looked expensive as hell.
"Isaac. I…"
"Please babe, let me do this for you. I want tonight to be special. Don't worry about the cost. Just focus on me. On us," he said, stroking my cheek and gazing into my eyes.
I give him a nod and he climbs out of his car. I try to open my door, but it's locked. I try it again, but it doesn't budge. I look up and see him appear and unlock the door. He stretched his hand out to help me.
I put my and in his and allow him to help me up, and we move toward the door. His hand is still in mine when we enter the building.
"Oh my god," I said, exasperated.
"Do you like it?" he asks, not takin his gaze off me.
"Do I like it? That's got to be the fucking understatement of the year," I said breathlessly. "This place is beautiful, Isaac. How did you…"
"Remember what I told you in the car, Deacon. Us and nothing else, okay?" he said sternly.
"Okay."
I want to argue because this must have cost a fortune. I don't know if he's rich, but I don't care. I love this, but I don't want him to spend so much money on me. I would have been fine in just a cheap motel.
We walk toward the receptionist, who looks like she'd bored out of her mind. She's filing her nails and watching something on her desk. Probably some show on her phone.
When she spots us, she does a double take, no doubt startled at the site of two teenage boys holding hands, and checking into a hotel!
She immediately straightens up and checks her hair. When we get to her, she's in full on receptionist mode. I don't know if it's because it's her job to smile so wide, or she's really happy to see one of us. I bet it's not me.
"Mr. Carter! How are you this fine night?"
She has this perky attitude.
"I'm as happy as can be, Rachel," he said, staring at me with a smile.
Her gaze falls on me and her smile turns into one of concentration, like she's sizing me up. She puffs her chest out a little and huffs. I don't have to be paranoid to notice that.
"I believe there's a reservation for me," he said, still staring at me.
I squirm a bit under his gaze, which makes him happy because he smirks.
"Yes, Mr. Carter. Ummm…" she said wearily. "Everything is ready."
"Thank you, Rachel."
"You're welcome, Mr. Carter."
He accepts a card from her and we start walking towards the elevator. It opens up immediately and we step in. He presses the number for the fifth floor and we start ascending. He stares at the numbers almost like he's willing it to move faster.
When the elevator finally stops, I let go of his hand. I've now upgraded to full on nervous mode. I don't want him to see me and then stop. I want this.
The metal doors slide open and I step out first, into a long hallway with several doors on either side.
I start walking while he trails behind me. I stop in front of our door and I can feel him behind me. His hand stretches into my vision and I see him place the card by the scanner. I hear a beeping sound, followed by a click.
He reaches out from behind me and opens up the door. I look up and into a nice sized room, with a king-sized bed in the center and a small couch and coffee table near the window, along with a small kitchen area.
My mind wanders towards how much he spent, but then his past words stop me. Us, Deacon. Think about us. With these thoughts in mind, I step into the room.
I stop in front of the window, my back still to him. I hear the door close and he walks towards me. With every step my breathing gets heavier. I stare straight ahead out the window, with an amazing view of the city. My thoughts are on the view until I feel fingertips graze my neck. I instinctively tilt my head to the side. His body isn't touching mine, but I can feel his body heat. He curls his hand in my hair and tilts my head even further back, closing my eyes and making my neck vulnerable.
He peppers soft kisses from behind my ears and down my neck. Shocks of pleasure travel through my body and heat me up even further. He slides his other hand under my coat and slides it off my body, dropping it to the floor. With his left hand curled in my hair, he wraps his right hand around my waist and pulls me against his chest. His heart beats fast against my back and I can feel his bulge rubbing against my backside.
"Tell me now if you want me to stop, Deacon. This is the only chance I'm giving you," he whispers into my ear.
"Don't stop," I reply.
He turned me around and brings our lips together. I use both hands and grab a fistful of his hair. He rubs his hand up and down my back, before gripping my ass.
His tongue dominates my mouth, bringing me nothing but pleasure. His mouth moves with mine. I feel something grip and pull my head to the side. He immediately goes toward my neck, kissing and sucking. He pulls me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He bites my neck, drawing a groan from me. I pull his head back and smash our lips back together. I feel him start to move, but I don't let go of him until he lets me down and I land on the soft bed.
I pull my sweater over my head and watch as he starts to undress. He starts slowly with every button, until his shirt slides over his muscles and falls on the floor. Next, he pulls his jeans and boxer briefs off and I feel my breath catch in my throat when I see his cock.
It's thick and long, curving up to his belly button. There's a bead of precum on the tip. The sight of him in all his glory makes my throat go dry. I shamelessly rake my gaze over his body. Down and back up until I meet his eyes. I can't help but lick my lips.
He goes down to his knees and jerks me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He removes my shoes one by one and worships my feet while doing so. He leans forward and starts to kiss me slowly while undoing my pants. My pants were the last article of clothing protecting my body. Knowing this, anxiety starts to creep in and I move to cover my body, but not before looking straight into his eyes and seeing them dilated, with nothing but lust in them.
All my thoughts shut off and I get up from the bed and stand up straight in front of him. My hands rake over his body while I devour his luscious lips. I nibble and bite while moving down. He allows me to explore his body as he stands there. I move farther and farther down until I'm on my knees and my mouth is level with his thick cock.
I look up into his eyes and see him watching me. I wrap my hand around the base and feel the heat. I tug him once, slowly, and hear him moan. That urges me on and I start to pick up speed and stroke him from base to tip. He moans my name and that nearly makes me cum right there.
His hand moves on my head and he grips it softly. He starts to move slowly and gives shallow thrusts into my hand. I decide to take it a step further and take him into my mouth.
I see him throw his head back and moan in approval. I suck and bob slowly on the tip, while moving my hand up and down his base. I swirl and play with my tongue. The musky and manly scent invades my nose, and arouses me, making me go faster and deeper. His tip hit the back of my throat and I gag a little. That doesn't stop me from continuing to suck him, however. I want to pleasure him. I want him to feel how much he means to me.
"Stop!" he commands after a few minutes.
I remove my mouth from his cock and a string of spit follows.
"You look so sexy on your knees, babe, and that mouth of yours nearly made me cum," he said with lust.
That makes me smile in triumph. I nearly made him cum. Me!
"Get up," he commands me.
I get up and he turns me around and bends me over.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, babe," he said, before spreading my cheeks and diving in.
I gasp in surprise, causing me to jerk a little, but his hands hold me in place.
"Jesus!" I said, moaning.
His tongue probes my entrance and makes my legs wobble. I fall onto my knees, but that doesn't stop him. He follows me down and goes even deeper, and harder, making me shout in pleasure.
"Fuck! Isaac! I don't think… oh god…"
I can feel the pool of heat in the pit of my stomach, but he stops immediately. He chuckles at my moans.
"You can't cum yet, babe. I want to be buried to the hilt inside your sweet ass first," he said, leaning over me and whispering in my ear.
My cock jumps at the thought and makes me moan even more.
"Don't worry, babe. I'll give you what you want. Don't move.
He steps from behind me and I hear him ruffling through his bag, like he's looking for something. Not long after, he's back behind me.
"Stand up, Deacon. Get on your hands and knees on the bed," he said, while giving my ass a swat.
I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees just like he said and lay with my head in my arms. The bed dips and I feel his hands caress my ass and tug on my cock.
"Isaac," I moan wantonly.
"Fuck, babe. You look so sexy. You're all mine," he said breathlessly.
I hear a bottle cap pop open and feel a cold liquid pour down on my ass. I look behind me and see him pouring oil all over me.
He bends over me and nibbles on my ear. Something moves near my entrance and I feel a finger enter me. A slight burn makes me hiss but soon enough, it disappears. The pain is replaced by the feeling of being full.
He moves his finger in and out, while continuing to nibble on my ear. Another finger soon enters and he scissors it inside me, twisting and thrusting inside me, causing me to gasp. He goes deeper and moves his fingers around until he hits something inside me.
"Fuck!" I scream.
"There it is," he said smugly.
He keeps hitting that one spot, making me scream and whimper in pleasure. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, and I fucking love it.
"I think you're ready, babe," he said, before kissing down my spine and kneeling behind me.
I'm laying with my ass up and my head in my arms, trying to gather my thoughts. I don't get long before I feel more oil being poured on me. His hand grips my cock and he starts tugging and turning, bringing more pleasure.
I feel something press against my entrance and it's much, much bigger than his finger. He pressed forward and a wave of pain hits me. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. He leans over and whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and doesn't relent on my cock.
It feels like forever until he's buried to the hilt inside of me. He just lies with his chest against my back and his arms beside me, keeping him up. After a minute I feel him give shallow thrusts and he grazes that spot that makes me tremble.
I moan wantonly and push back against him. He takes that as an invitation and starts to thrust even harder and faster. Every thrust brings new pleasure and even more whimpers from me.
He seems to lose control because he grips my hips and pulls back out to the tip, before thrusting so hard back inside that I scream. He doesn't relent with his pace, causing a series of moans and fucks to leave my mouth.
He moves his hand around to my cock, while turning my head and dominating my mouth with his tongue. He keeps up the pace of his fucking and I thrust my cock into his hand. I feel the familiar pool of heat in my stomach and I know I won't last much longer.
He must have sensed this because he picks up the pace and fucks me harder and faster. It's not long before I scream out his name while ribbons of my cum coat his hand and the bed.
I feel him go rigid on top of me and his grip on my hips tighten. He shouts out my name and I can feel it as he shoots inside me. He finally pulls out and drops on top of me.
We both breathe heavily from how mind blowing it was.
My vision blurs and my eyes flutter closed. Darkness welcomes me and I fall asleep.
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