The stretching was thorough but swift, trying to stay ahead of any dwindling adrenaline, and soon, Andrew added a second finger that caused Isaac to slam a fist into the brick.
“Better than a hand job?” Andrew asked.
“You enjoyed every minute of that.”
“I did. And I enjoyed touching myself imagining it was you just as much. How do you like feeling me again finally?” His hand pressed in more deeply, a twist of his wrist making Isaac gasp.
“Andrew…”
“I like you needy. What did you say that night? That sometimes people in charge like to be submissive, and the ones who never get to be in charge like being in control? I think I’m both, and so are you.”
“Yes…” Isaac pressed back hard into Andrew’s thrusts, careful not to rut against the brick in front of him. “I can take whatever you want to give me…obey every whim…but I’ll give just as good back.”
“I know you will.”