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Isaiah’s voice filled his head.
    Sean whimpered, willing to do whatever he wanted. As long as he’d continue to saw in and out of his ass.
    Tell me what you need, Whitcomb. Give me that much .
    Lost to his fantasy, he could’ve sworn Isaiah licked the tip of his ear, tugging it on it with his teeth.
    “Please, baby, please!” He thrashed around on the bed, his balls tight against his body. Pulling on them, he was trying to forestall his release, when his elbow hit the remote. The plug setting shot to high. A shocked scream escaped his raw throat when the vibration hit him hard, stimulating his prostate. It started at the base of his spine, gathering in intensity until his thighs trembled and his arm shook. He teetered on the very edge.
    “Aw, fuck!” He let out a roar, imagining Isaiah leaning over him, his dark, lust-filled eyes watching him. Ordering him to come. The first spurt, so forceful, almost hit him on the chin. He gasped, groaned, and arched his way through one the most incredible orgasms he could ever remember having. By the time his fist milked the last of his release from his cock, he’d been turned inside out by the raw intensity of it. Every nerve ending tingled with not only pleasure but pure awareness of both the damp sheets against his spine and sweat cooling on his skin.
    “Oh my God,” he breathed, his eyelids getting heavy. “I’m so fucked.”
     
    ***
     
    The alarm jangled, waking Sean. Slapping in the general direction of the annoying sound, he groaned when he missed and the thing continued to buzz. Prying opening gritty eyelids, he rolled on his side. His fumbling fingers found the shut-off button on the fourth try. “Damn.” Who’d dumped an entire sandbox into his eyes? He slowly took stock of everything else. His brain kicking into gear, he realized how sticky he was and that his toy still stretched him, silent now. He’d either managed to shut the thing off before he passed out, or the batteries had died. He winced when the sharp corner of the remote stabbed his hip. Digging it out from under him, he flipped the switch, but nothing happened. Tossing it on his stand, he gingerly sat up, groaning when the plug shifted and grazed over his hot spot. Between his thighs, his morning woody throbbed. On unsteady legs, he made his way into the master bath.
    Pushing his way into the wide glass cubicle which housed a state of the art multi-headed shower, he turned it on. He’d had it installed on a whim after seeing some insane commercial where the repairman tried out his clients’ new shower. Sean hadn’t regretted his purchase once, despite the substantial cost. He shivered as he stepped under the warm water. Adjusting one of the jets, he sighed when it massaged away the ache in his ass. After doing a quick scrub to wash the dried cum from his chest and stomach, he braced his arms against the wall, letting the water soothe him. He wondered if Isaiah had needed to take matter in hand after their phone call. Of course, the thought of those dark fingers stroking over the darker cock as Isaiah fantasized about fucking him, had him hard again. Groaning, he reached between his thighs.
     
    ***
     
    Thirty minutes and another orgasm later, Sean pushed open the glass doors at SG&F. Carrying his briefcase, he headed toward the bank of elevators. Dressed in a crisp suit of navy blue and a dark maroon tie, he looked the part of a hard working attorney and nothing like the foster kid he’d been. On mornings like these, having a condo only a few blocks away from his job was a benefit. He’d lingered under the hot spray a bit longer than he should’ve but couldn’t find the gumption to regret it. So what if he hadn’t had time to eat breakfast or strip his bed? He’d grabbed a cup of Joe and a breakfast biscuit on the way, and his bed could wait until he returned home. He didn’t have a lover to impress with clean sheets.
    “Morning.” He greeted Tlotzin’s wife, Naima, when he passed the