Ch. 10: The Intrusion

Isaac shoved Lucien into his apartment and locked the door behind him. Before Lucien could say anything, he pressed his hand against his mouth, his eyes wide with panic.

“Please don’t say anything,” he begged in a whisper, their faces mere inches apart. They heard footsteps approaching from outside.

“Isaac,” a voice called from the other side of the door, accompanied by a gentle knock. “It’s me, Riley.”

Lucien cocked a brow.

“Isaac, open up. I need to tell you something,” Riley continued.

Isaac flinched when the doorknob began to twist.

“Isaac,” Riley called in an exasperated voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Lucien’s eyes locked on Isaac, something dark and dangerous flickering through his gaze.

“Hound sent me here to collect this month’s fee. I know you don’t have enough after what I did…” Riley began, but Isaac’s attention shifted entirely when Lucien lowered his head to his ear, his hot breath teasing his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Lucien asked, a hint of something sinful lingering in his tone.

Isaac frantically shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” Riley apologized. “I was jealous and acted like an idiot.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Lucien inquired, something feral hidden in his tone.

Isaac shook his head, but Lucien was unsatisfied. He pressed Isaac against the door, his towering height engulfing him completely. When Isaac attempted to silence him again, Lucien seized his wrist, pinning it firmly above his head.

“You’re just a magnet for trouble, aren’t you?” Lucien chuckled darkly. “Do you have any idea what I’m tempted to do right now? You should have left me outside.”

“But Riley–”

“He’s not the one you should be worried about.”

Isaac’s heart raced inside his chest. He felt like he was locked in a cage with a hungry lion ready to devour him.

“I paid for half of it,” Riley rambled, but Isaac could hardly focus on him with Lucien standing so close to him. “All you need to do is give the remaining amount, and you’ll be fine. Isaac. I won’t hurt you this time. Please, just let me in.”

“Hurt you?” Lucien almost laughed. He reached for the doorknob and Isaac grabbed Lucien by the collar, smashing their lips together. It was a desperate attempt to keep Lucien from opening the door, but he felt as if this was the outcome Lucien had wanted when he felt a smile grow against his lips. He felt a large hand snake up his neck, squeezing it just enough for a gasp to escape Isaac’s lips.

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart. I’m going to be late for my appointment. Move.”

Lucien’s voice was cold and firm. When he reached for the door again, Isaac whispered, “Stay.” Lowering his voice to a seductive tone, he murmured, “Please.”

His nose was almost touching Lucien’s, their lips only inches apart. Isaac closed the gap, opening his mouth when he felt Lucien’s tongue press against his. Lucien pressed him harder against the door frame, almost crushing him completely. Lucien could tell Isaac was blushing and aroused even in the dark, but he wanted to see more. He kissed his burning cheek, then his jaw, before biting down at the base of his neck. Isaac clenched his jaw, holding back a wince as his fingers dug into Lucien’s jacket.

“Lucien,” he huffed, feeling his rough, large hands slither up his shirt.

Lucien moved his mouth further down the side of Isaac’s neck, sucking at the skin until it bruised. Isaac whimpered, but the warmth of Lucien’s mouth felt divine. Lucien gently scraped his teeth against his skin, testing Isaac’s reaction. He tensed up, holding back another moan. Lucien grinned, biting down harder until he finally heard Isaac’s strained voice moan in pleasure. Isaac arched his back, leaning his hip forward for friction to satisfy the ache in his lower member. But his eyes went wide when he heard Lucien undo his belt.

“Wait,” Isaac gasped.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Lucien smirked. Before Isaac could reply, Lucien slipped his hand into his loosened pants and cupped Isaac’s erection. “You’re hard as a rock.”

Isaac stifled a wince. A rush of adrenaline poisoned his chest when Lucien added pressure. He looked up at Lucien, attempting to cast a dark glare, but all he could do was stare at his lips, desperate for more.

“If you don’t want this, tell me,” Lucien hummed, sliding his palm into his briefs to feel just how hard Isaac was through the fabric, making him jolt. Lucien began to stroke him, and Isaac’s knees went weak under him. His lips brushed over the edge of Isaac’s ear, casually whispering, “You’re so pretty when you cling to me like this.”

“Fuck,” Isaac gasped, pressing his forehead against Lucien’s shoulder when he rubbed his thumb against his tip. He wanted to pretend to hate it, muster up some kind of annoyance and tell Lucien to stop, but his body was aching for more; almost begging for it. His hips rocked, pressing harder against Lucien’s big hand for more friction.

“Isaac?” Riley called, banging on the door again.

“Well, Isaac?” Lucien whispered into his ear, rubbing his tip. “Your boyfriend is calling. Why don’t you answer?”

It was as if Lucien was daring him to tell him he belonged to someone else. Daring him to tell him to even imply that he was meant for someone else other than him. But when Isaac opened his mouth to reply, Lucien tightened his grip and a moan almost escaped him.

He’s not my boyfriend, Isaac wanted to reply, but he had too much pride to say it.

“He’s on the other side of the door,” Lucien taunted, stroking him nice and slow.

“I don’t want him.”

I want you. Isaac wanted to desperately say it, but he didn’t have to. Mischief and lust lifted Lucien’s lips into a smile as he focused on Isaac’s low, shallow rasps. He looked ruined with lust, but he wasn’t going to let him off easy.

“If you want to keep me here, you better entertain me.”

He released his grip, and Isaac knew what he wanted. He gritted his teeth but had no other choice but to give him what he wanted. And maybe some part of him wanted this too, even more than he was willing to admit. Isaac undid Lucien’s belt before pulling down his pants. His eyes went wide at Lucien’s size, looking up at him with a bewildered look.

“You might want to use both hands,” Lucien said, a smile lifting his lips.

Isaac gulped, but even with both his hands, he couldn’t fit everything. It wasn’t the first time he had jacked someone off, but he felt like he was doing a terrible job. His hands were clumsy and his movements were mechanic. He couldn’t focus when Lucien’s eyes were staring at him so intensely.

“At this rate, I’ll go soft,” Lucien remarked.

Isaac flinched.

“We’ll do it together.”

Lucien pressed his erection against Isaac and wrapped his large hands over his. He began stroking, and Isaac’s body jolted from the friction. Lucien’s hands were rough and skilled, squeezing their cocks tightly together as he stroked back down with growing force. Isaac squirmed, his grip tightening on Lucien’s arms as he tried to stand still. He bit his lower lip when a burning feeling grew in the pit of his stomach and pooled at the tip of his erection. He tried to hold back his moans, but he couldn’t.

Isaac’s breaths came in quick, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. His knees threatened to buckle beneath him, knocking together as he fought to maintain his composure, to resist the overwhelming urge to sink to the floor in surrender. Desperation clawed at him, urging him to submit to the intoxicating allure of Lucien’s touch.

Gripping onto Lucien’s shirt with a fervent intensity, Isaac felt the fabric crumple and wrinkle beneath his fingers, scared that he might even rip it. Seeing Isaac, usually strong and composed, reduced to a trembling mess of need and desire, only served to fuel Lucien’s own arousal, his desire for dominance intensifying.

“Fuck, Lucien,” Isaac choked, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. “I can’t. Please. I’m going to–”

Lucien pressed his mouth against Isaac’s but his hand never stopped. As much as Lucien would have loved Isaac begging and moaning his name in that desperate, needy voice, he wouldn’t allow Riley to hear it. It would have to wait for another time when they were alone. Isaac belonged to him and him only. The mere thought of anyone else laying claim to Isaac or seeing him in this vulnerable state fueled Lucien’s possessiveness, his grip tightening around their intertwined cocks as he pushed them both toward the edge of release. Lucien sped up the strokes until their hips bucked wildly. Isaac was shaking when Lucien stroked him until orgasm.

Riley’s footsteps distanced, and they heard his motorcycle roar to life. Isaac crumbled to his knees, gasping for breath and recovering from the burst of pleasure. He stared at the floor, his thoughts jumbled, but his eyes widened at the thick liquid beneath him. His body froze when he realized it was him. Isaac looked up at Lucien, the blood in his dick now rushing to his face. Stripped bare of both clothing and defenses, Isaac couldn’t help but feel exposed under Lucien’s penetrating gaze. He felt underdressed, not because his pants were down his ankles, but because Lucien had an aura that just made him feel less. And as much as he wanted to, he didn’t hate it.

“You’ve made a mess,” Lucien said, opening his palm and showing him more of the residue that created webs between his fingers.

Isaac reddened. Lucien grabbed his jaw and pried his lips open, sticking his wet fingers into his mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off of him when he said, “Swallow.”

Isaac hesitated at first but did as he was told. He hated how humiliating the situation was, but another part of him was secretly aroused by it. The indignity of the situation threatened to overwhelm him, yet a hidden thrill pulsed through his veins. He licked Lucien’s tatted fingers until the only thing coating them was his saliva.

“Good boy,” Lucien purred, the words dripping with praise and possessiveness.