Chapter Twenty
ADRIAN
Boston
Isobel’s hand cradled mine the entire ride to my apartment. We quietly watched the sun drop below the horizon as we headed west, the city seeming to come alive after dark. Part of me wanted to take her out somewhere, sit down and tease her over dinner, but I knew we needed to talk to see if we were on the same page. She seemed like she’d be receptive to trying out a relationship, but I wanted to make sure. With my terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, I couldn’t afford to leave this up to chance.
Being a temporary fling was exciting, but I was catching feelings. Or maybe I was just tired of having to suppress my feelings. Either way, I wanted more.
It’d kill me, but if she wanted something casual, we could call it quits now and try to go back to some semblance of a working relationship.
Although Evan was currently avoiding my calls, his revised manuscript had shaped up to be something we could fast-track to print. Usually, once inspiration hit, he was quick to turn around a first draft. And his newfound inspiration for working with Chase might ensure that.
I could throw myself into his next project and anything else that came across my desk and go back to watching her in staff meetings .
Except this time, I’d know what she tasted like.
How she sounded when she came...
The quiet little moans she made when my dick was in her mouth...
How it felt to have her coming on my cock, knowing anyone could walk by and hear her, or catch us...
Okay, maybe I was royally fucked. But I’d figure it out. And I wouldn’t know anything until I asked.
“Are you hungry?”
Turning onto the street near my building, I was thankfully able to find a spot, maneuvering my car into the space quickly before some asshole tried to poach it.
“I’m still full from the sausage you fed me.” Her voice was quiet as she looked over, her fingers flexing over my hand. “Maybe we can order in something later if we work up an appetite.”
At first, I thought she’d been playfully insinuating something, but the look in her eyes threw me off. Isobel rarely looked apprehensive about anything. I could tell she was uncertain about why I was so adamant we talk.
“Definitely. Have to keep you fed or you’ll get hangry. Don’t need you getting all grumpy on me again.”
“That was one time, and it was the ass crack of dawn. I’m not a morning person. You know that.”
“Mmhmm.”
Her nose scrunched as her eyes narrowed. I knew she wanted to say something, but she was holding back.
She’d been doing that quite a bit lately, and I had to admit I missed her ire. Part of our dynamic was riling each other up. Just because we got each other off now shouldn’t change that.
Being a dickhead was somehow foreplay. Lucky me.
“Are we going to sit in the car all night?”
Fuck. I just needed to suck it up and take her inside.
“Stay where you are,” I ordered while I unbuckled and grabbed my keys out of the cup holder. Her soft laughter followed me as I jumped out and slammed my door .
“I told you that you didn’t have to put on the gentlemanly act with me,” she teased when I pulled open her door, extending a hand to help her out.
“And I told you it wasn’t an act.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.” She walked past me, and I couldn’t help myself, playfully swatting her ass. She yelped and glared at me over her shoulder. “Gentlemen don’t spank.”
“You bet your sweet ass they do. I thought we’d covered this already,” I challenged, following her to the entrance of my building and swiping my digital entry card. She stepped in ahead of me and stopped in front of the elevator doors. A quick glance around the lobby to confirm we were alone, and I crowded against her back, possessively gripping her hip as I pulled her flush with me. “Gentlemen most certainly spank. Does the thought of being bent over my knee make you wet, Isobel?”
Her chest shook as she tried to hold in a laugh. “No, but the thought of spanking that cocky attitude right out of you might.”
Groaning quietly into her hair, I traced my hand down, cupping her pussy over the denim of her shorts. “I always knew you had a bit of a dominant streak. I can’t wait for you to let it out.”
“I don’t know if you can handle giving me control,” she teased, pressing her ass right into my building erection. Isobel seemed to enjoy fooling around—and more—while there was the potential to get caught.
“Try me.”
Her hand reached back, pressing between our bodies while we watched the numbers go down on the digital panel above the elevator doors. “I bet I could make you come in your pants before we get to your floor if I tried hard enough.”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed, burying my nose into the back of my hat, wanting to grab her braids and tug, just to hear the moan I knew she’d give me.
“What if there’s someone else in the elevator with us? Could you manage then? If someone tried to watch what you were doing to me in the reflection of the doors? I bet you’d like it if someone watched you drive me crazy. If they imagined your soft hand on them instead of me.”
Her fingers crept underneath the hem of my t-shirt, toying with the button of my jeans, her breathing picking up as she released it, tugging on my zipper, but not pulling it down.
“Imagine their faces if the doors opened to you flushed and trying to play with my cock in the lobby. Such a filthy little minx.” I hadn’t called her anything remotely degrading before—except for my snarky comment about her being Boss Bitch Barbie—but the quiet moan that slipped from her lips clued me in that she might enjoy it. Noted.
When the elevator chimed and the doors slowly parted, I grinned as I took in the vacant car. Would Isobel back down, or would she continue since we were alone?
“After you,” I urged, stepping forward and following her into the car without breaking apart.
I spun and leaned against the back corner while she settled in front of me. Slowly cupping my hand against the front of her neck, I felt her pulse pounding as the door closed and the elevator jumped softly as it ascended. There weren’t that many floors until we got to my apartment, but that didn’t stop her from reaching back and yanking down my zipper.
Her warm fingers reached inside my boxers and grasped me firmly while I grunted into her neck, pulling her tightly against me with the hand on her throat. “Fuck. Maybe I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
She squeezed, snickering, while I continued to groan against the back of her neck. Maybe the thought of getting caught was getting to me too as I flexed my hips into her jerky movements, fucking her palm while we continued to rise. The elevator was going to stop any moment now, and while I wanted her to win our little game, I also didn’t want to get reported to management by any of the little old ladies who lived on my floor .
“ Fuck , Is. You win. Spank me all you want,” I hissed when her thumb passed over the tip of my cock, spreading the moisture that’d been leaking out as she played with me.
“You can’t give up that easily,” she laughed as the elevator slowly stopped. Before the doors could open, she quickly pressed the button to close them again. As long as no one else called the elevator…we were in here alone. “Although I wouldn’t mind it if you begged a little more.”
She reached up with her free hand, pulled mine away from her neck as she turned around, and spun my hat so it faced backward before she tugged my shorts a little lower.
“What are you doing, naughty girl?” I grinned, watching her grasp me with both hands, looking up at me while she lowered her face.
“Not a girl, but since you asked… I’m keeping you from embarrassing yourself and making a mess in your pants, big boy.” She lowered her voice to a murmur. “Very. Big. Boy.”
My neck arched back, hitting the wall of the elevator with a thump as her soft lips drew me into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch until I settled against the back of her throat. She swallowed once, drawing a pained curse from me before she eased back and sucked.
While the blowjob in my hotel room had been spectacularly torturous, I was helpless against her as she sucked hard and pressed her fingers to the little space behind my balls, hurtling me toward the finish line before I was ready. This time, she wasn’t in the mood to prolong things.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, my hips flexing forward, and my cock throbbing while I tried to hold off.
“ Now , Adrian. Come in my mouth now, and then I’ll spank you later,” she whispered after she momentarily pulled back, arching an eyebrow before she sucked me back into her warm mouth. Her tongue moved frantically, rubbing on the underside of me in a way that had me seeing stars.
“Goddammit,” I groaned, reaching forward to grasp her braids, desperate to hold on to something as I released, spurting into her mouth before she swallowed.
My breath caught when she sucked hard again, disentangling my fists from her hair as she pulled away. Her tongue flicked out, coyly licking the tip before she stepped back, turning my hat on her head around and nodding to my open pants.
“Might want to put that away before you frighten the neighbors.”
“Wouldn’t want to scare them with this massive beast,” I laughed, immediately cursing my lack of inner filter. I desperately wanted to smack myself upside the head, but I wasn’t sure I could move my arms.
“I’m sure they’d be terrified of the teenie weenie on the loose in the hallways,” she shot back, holding her hand out toward me.
This woman might as well slap a collar on me and lead me around with a leash. I was officially her bitch.
And I loved it.
As we walked hand in hand to my door, I swallowed hard, trying to sort my chaotic thoughts.
Usually, you experienced stage fright over the first kiss on a date, but since we’d sped right past that landmark and onto blowjobs in the elevator, I was at a loss for words.
And brain cells. They’d vanished as soon as she told me to come in her mouth.
“This is me.” My voice shook as I fit my key into the lock, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I figured.” Her cheeks were flushed, the end of her nose pink, lips puffy from…
“It’s not that big, but it is what it is.” Why was I suddenly choosing now to be quiet and awkward?
“Seemed big enough a few minutes ago.”
Shaking my head, I pushed open the door and motioned for her to go in ahead of me. “If I’d have known you were this much of a perv, I would have seduced you a long time ago. ”
“Pretty sure I’m the one that seduced you, but I’ll let you pretend you’re in control if it makes you feel better.”
“So…” I gestured to the modest open plan living room, kitchen, and nook I’d turned into my makeshift office. My large desk was staged against my one floor to ceiling window. My bedroom door was across the living room, cracked open slightly. But I wasn’t taking her in there. There wouldn’t be much talking if I got her near my king-sized bed.
“I know I distracted you on the way up here, but you were so insistent that we have this talk . So, talk.”
She stepped away, running her fingertips along the dark granite of my kitchen peninsula.
“Don’t you want to sit?”
“Hmm, in a minute,” she hummed, running her fingertips along the spines of the hardbacks in one of my bookcases. “Should have pegged you for the type to be so anal about their bookcases.”
Since my little head was clearly still in charge, my brain picked up should have pegged you and anal.
Along with her spanking comments from earlier and her threatening to boss me around in her playful texts, I imagined her in only a set of high heels with me on my knees at her feet.
“Where’d you go?” she asked, suddenly appearing in front of me, bracing her palms on my shoulders before she settled in my lap. “You were there for one minute and then a totally blank stare. Did I break you? I thought men were supposed to have that post orgasm mental clarity.”
Her palms cupped my cheeks, her thumbs smoothing the skin beneath my eyes as I looked down at her thighs. There was a faint patch of pale skin in the shape of my handprint surrounded by gently pink, sun-kissed skin. Tracing it with my finger, I tried to figure out how to lay all this on her without scaring her off.
“If this is just fun for you, I need you to tell me now. Because I could see myself falling for you. It would be so easy to fall, babe, but I can’t do it alone. ”
“It is fun…” she trailed off as she lifted my jaw with her hands. “But it’s not only about that.”
“What is it about?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she confessed, her eyes searching mine. She had to see that I was hers. “But if you keep showing me this side of you, it won’t take much for me to fall too.”
Leaning forward, I grasped her back and urged her to scoot forward. “This isn’t just about how much I want you physically. Please give me a chance to prove I can be what you need.”
Nodding, she leaned in and kissed me, just a ghost of her lips across mine. But it was enough to ignite the burn inside of me to get closer.
“Spanking time?” She smirked against my lips, her fingers tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck as she tried to lighten the mood.
“Not yet,” I murmured as I gathered her against my chest and took possession of her lips as I stood from the couch.
My skin ached to be pressed to hers, my cock hitting deep while my fingers traced every little freckle while she writhed beneath me.
She seemed to be on the same page, leaning back to pull her t-shirt over her head as I carried her to my bedroom. “Just so we’re clear, I’m definitely sleeping with you this time.”
“Yay, slumber party,” I mumbled against her flimsy bra, nipping at one peaked nipple through the soft cotton.
“I didn’t say I was spending the night,” she laughed while I clumsily toed off my shoes, reaching back to pull her sneakers off one at a time. “But I’m open to persuasion.”
Her fingers crept under the hem of my shirt, pulling it up as my knees hit the end of the bed. “The bakery with the croissants is next door.”
“Mmmm. Good to know. Keep going.”
She reached between us to pop the button on my jeans, moving to unbutton hers while I sucked on the skin above her breasts, leaving a faint mark .
“I’ll let you eat it in bed while I eat my breakfast. Pussy is especially tasty while it’s still warm,” I whispered against her skin while my tongue traced her earlobe.
“You really like going down on me, don’t you?”
Hoisting her higher on my waist, I reached down to push my briefs and pants down, kicking them out of the way. “Feeling seems to be mutual.”
“It’s a nice cock. Are you complaining?” She laughed while I crawled onto the mattress with her in my arms.
“You’ve got a pretty pink pu—”
Her palm covered my lips. “Shut up and get inside me already or I’ll just go home and do it myself.”
“Not happening,” I growled against her fingers. She wasn’t coming on a toy unless I was the one controlling it.
Laying her against the pillows, I yanked off her tiny shorts and panties, pulling off my socks before I settled over her, balancing on my forearms.
“You still alright to do this bare?”
The spontaneity of the copy room didn’t mean she wanted to do it again.
Licking her lips, she didn’t respond with words, instead reaching down to grasp me in her hand and positioning me against her entrance. My hips ground instinctively, and she let out a breathy gasp, tilting her hips to urge me inside.
Hesitating, I leaned forward to kiss her, slowly coaxing her lips open while I slipped against her wetness, throbbing while I held back.
Lost in the feel of her skin on mine, I kissed her desperately, realizing I hadn’t been entirely truthful earlier. I wasn’t falling. It was done. I was hers.
She rocked her hips against me, her fingers moving from my neck to my shoulders, drawing her nails down the center, causing me to shudder as I waited for her to answer me.
“I want to feel you,” Isobel whispered against my cheek, digging her nails into my lower back. “Make me scream your name and then I want you to come inside me.”
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, tilting my hips, and pressing forward in one measured thrust. She moaned into my lips as I ground my hips into her, meeting each movement with a needy moan.
Leaning back to brace my palms on the mattress, I watched every reaction. Every flutter of her eyelids and heave of her chest. Her breasts bounced, her eyes closing and her back arching as I circled my hips with each thrust.
“Look,” I murmured, glancing down to where my cock disappeared, her body taking everything I had to give her. “Watch how greedily you take me. You’re so wet, babe. Fuck .”
She lifted her head, her eyes transfixed, while I continued to fuck her. The pale skin on her chest flushed as I felt her clench around me.
“What do you need?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her lower back and using it as leverage to pull her into me. “How do you want me to make you come?”
“Just...” she trailed off while I leaned back, pulling her upright into my lap. “Oh fuck. That. Do that.”
Thrusting up into her, my hands traced her skin, pulling her into me. She gasped my name, grinding down against my movements, her eyes falling shut as she rocked in my lap.
One hand fondled her breast as I leaned down, pulling her nipple into my mouth while her neck arched. One of her braids brushed against where I held her back, tickling my skin. Biting down on her nipple, I turned my hand and grasped her wayward braid, tugging until she moaned loudly.
“Fuck me,” I groaned into her chest as she braced herself against my shoulders, grinding down.
Holding her head back with one braid in my fist and a hand at her waist, I rose to my knees to get more leverage. My hips thrust hard while her eyes rolled back. She was clearly enjoying this new angle. I hoped she was close when my thighs started burning. All my hours in the gym were worth it as I held her up, fucking her frantically while her moans increased in pitch .
Grunting when she fell apart, I watched her mouth fall open in a wanton moan when she came.
My cock throbbed while she fluttered around me, and the blood rushed in my ears as I panted, fighting the urge to come.
Her eyes opened, drowsy and satisfied. She reached up to pull the hair on the back of my head. “I always knew your arms were ridiculous, but that was just showing off.”
“You know you liked it,” I teased, laying her back against the mattress, pulling out, and rolling her to her side. I slipped in behind her, moving her leg back over mine and positioning myself before I thrust back inside.
One hand held her thigh in place while the other slipped underneath her and captured her breast, kneading it gently with my palm while I pinched her nipple between my fingers.
“This shouldn’t feel this good,” she whispered, my hips setting a steady pace while I traced up her thigh to strum her clit with my thumb.
“You clearly weren’t getting fucked right,” I whispered into her neck, biting the skin playfully.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Because you hated me,” I laughed, enjoying how needy she was.
“Oh, God. You’re going to make me come again.”
“That’s the plan,” I grinned, thrusting harder as I felt her tense in my arms.
“I’ve never come more than once,” she confessed, pressing her head against my shoulder. “Who am I kidding? I was lucky to come once.”
“Fucking stupid bastards,” I groaned when I felt her clench hard, right on the cusp of letting go. My teeth ground against each other as I continued pistoning my hips, trying to fight off the urge to finish before her. “Never again, babe. Never. You’re mine now. It’s such a fuckin’ turn-on to make you come. ”
“ Yes ,” she exhaled, shaking in my arms. Her chest heaved when she spiraled into another intense release, my fingers sliding easily against her clit. I prolonged it, pressing inside as far as I could before I let go.
My heart hammered as her body relaxed, beating frantically against where her back rested against my chest. Tracing my fingers along her waist, I pulled her back, erasing any space between us. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Is. I’m going to take care of you.”
Her hand covered the one I pressed into her stomach, her fingers settling into the spaces between mine. She may not be ready yet, but my mind was already on the future, hoping that she wanted the same things I did. I wasn’t just trying to get her into my bed. I wanted all of her.
She shuddered as my thumb slowly caressed her soft skin and tilted her head to look at me. “I want that too. I want—”
“It’s yours,” I interrupted. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”