Free A Clean Break (Gay Amish Romance Book 2) by Keira Andrews Page B

David deeper. David wished he could control himself better, but being in Isaac felt so good. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room along with their grunts.
    “Yes,” David muttered. “Isaac…”
    Movement behind them caught his eye, and his heart skipped. But he realized it was only their shadows, stretching up one wall to the ceiling. In the electric light they didn’t waver the way they would in a lantern.
    David rocked forward and back in a jerky rhythm, holding Isaac’s hip with one hand, his other arm still locked around Isaac’s chest. Their skin was damp where it met. Vehicles still growled outside every so often, but they felt miles away. Isaac’s little cries filled David’s ears, and he couldn’t look away from the sight of them straining together, slick and panting.
    When they’d been together in the barn, it had smelled like manure and sawdust, but here there was only the pure scent of Isaac’s sweat and the lingering mint of the green soap in the shower. David inhaled deeply.
    “I should be ashamed,” Isaac muttered, gasping.
    David’s heart sank and his hips jerked to a stop. No!
    But Isaac spoke again, his fingers streaking the glass and his breath fogging it.
    “But I’m not. We make our own choices now.” Isaac pushed back on David’s cock and started fucking himself. “We—” He cried out, quivering. “We make the rules.”
    David slammed into him now. There were no words as he watched Isaac take him. Isaac’s cock bounced, so hard and ready that David knew it wouldn’t be long.
    The mirror shook as Isaac spread his legs farther apart. “I love how it feels to have you inside me.” He squeezed around David’s cock.
    The buzz of pleasure in David’s body became a deafening roar that swept through him without warning. It wasn’t the first time David had come inside him, but seeing not just Isaac but himself as they joined together made him feel as though he’d peeled back his own skin. His mouth was open, his face an even darker red, and his hair wild. He barely recognized himself.
    He met Isaac’s gaze again, and Isaac smiled. “ Schee ,” he murmured as he squeezed around David again.
    But it was Isaac who was the pretty one, flushed all over and reaching back for David’s thigh, his cock leaking. David lowered his arm from around Isaac’s chest, running his hand all the way down Isaac’s trembling belly. Isaac’s gaze followed David’s movement. When David wrapped his hand around Isaac’s shaft and stroked him, Isaac cried out—little nothing words that were like music to David as he watched him near the edge.
    “Oh, oh—uh. Oh.” He sucked in a breath, shaking. “ Ngh .” Then as he came, David’s name graced his lips.
    Shaking in David’s arms, Isaac splattered the mirror. They watched the mess drip toward the floor as they caught their breath, David softening inside Isaac and panting against his head. He closed his eyes for a moment, caressing Isaac’s belly.
    “David?”
    The seriousness of Isaac’s tone made him snap back to attention. “Yes?”
    “Do you know how English people clean mirrors?”
    With a deep laugh, David kissed the side of his head, tasting the salt of Isaac’s sweat at his temple. “I guess we’d better find out.”
    Isaac swiped his finger across the sticky mirror. “This is us,” he murmured.
    David lifted Isaac’s hand to his mouth to lick his finger clean.
     

 
     
    “First things first. Boxers or briefs?” Aaron held up a package. “Or boxer briefs?”
    David rubbed his eyes. The florescent lights in the huge Target store were unrelenting, and even though he’d followed Jen’s instructions on water and ibuprofen before bed, his head felt like a block of ironwood. He tried to focus. “Uh…what do you wear?”
    Aaron opened the package. “I went with boxers first. They’re like shorts. See?” He unfolded the plaid material. “Now I wear the boxer briefs. We can get a few packages of