Chapter Twenty-Six
ADRIAN
Boston
Isobel was quiet as she led the way back to the living room, her ass swaying beneath the silky material of her dress the entire way.
“Do you want to sit in the chair?” she asked, nodding at the chair across the room.
“What I want doesn’t matter right now. Where do you want me to sit?”
She nibbled on the corner of her lip, her eyes darting around the room. “I don’t know,” she murmured, hesitation clear in her voice. She wasn’t used to asking for what she wanted. And I was willing to bet no one had ever asked her either.
“Tell me what to do, Isobel.”
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she extended her hand in my direction. “Give me the vibrator and go sit in the chair.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I perched myself on the edge of the cushion, watching as she sat across from me on the center couch cushion, clutching the vibrator in her hand. She looked nervous, but her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were pink with arousal. I could practically smell her from here, but she was still holding back.
“You want to see how crazy you make me?” I asked, her eyes fixed on mine. She nodded, letting out another shaky exhale. “Then pretend that giant fake cock is Callum and I’ll be your Dominic.”
Her eyes widened as I stared back at her, silently encouraging her to let go of her inhibitions and pretend with me.
“Unzip your pants and pull yourself out, but don’t touch. I want to watch what this does to you.” Her voice was clear and strong as she repeated Fanny’s words, and I hurried to obey, unbuckling my belt quickly before I yanked down my zipper, shifting my pants and boxer briefs down enough to free my aching cock.
Isobel shifted to her knees, untying the bow on her dress and pulling it open, revealing the sexiest lace bra and panty set I’d ever seen. The cups barely covered her nipples, and I itched to pull them down.
She rolled her shoulders before she reached down for the vibrator, and a gentle hum filled the room after she turned it on.
My fingers clenched the edge of the chair as I watched her bring the tip to her neck, slowly drawing it down her chest, in between her lace covered breasts, past her navel and stopping as it met the lace covering her pussy.
She watched my reactions as she slid it along the seam of her panties, my cock throbbing visibly as I imagined the vibrations making her wet. My eyes were transfixed by her movements as she rocked her hips into the toy, letting it rumble and hum between her legs.
I wanted to take over, to tell her to pull off her panties and sink down onto it so I could watch her make herself come, but I clenched my jaw, sealing the words in because watching her control her own pleasure was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Little moans escaped her mouth as Isobel played with herself, her free hand clenching her breast while she gave me a show. Her eyes closed, and she gasped as I watched, but I could tell she was getting frustrated.
I tracked every movement greedily, my cock twitching as she gave into her instincts and blindly sought pleasure. It was excruciating to hold back, but a feral groan escaped my throat when she paused and stood, frantically pushing her panties to the floor before she climbed back onto the couch, kneeling on the cushion.
She grabbed the bottle of lube from where she’d placed it on the coffee table and dripped a generous amount onto the tip of her girthy friend. Her eyes locked with mine as she brought the vibrator between her legs, slowly sinking onto it while my fingers dug into the arms of the chair.
“Fuck,” she gasped as her body enveloped the toy. Her thighs shook as she let herself adjust to the size before she rose to her knees, repeating the motion over and over while I watched.
My jaw ached as I ground my teeth together, desperately trying to keep myself under control, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She looked so fucking sexy as she rode that big black vibrator until she was gasping. Her head fell back as she fought for breath, her body arching while her climax took over.
Her eyes were closed as she gingerly rose off the toy, collapsing back into the cushion behind her with it clutched in her hand.
Unable to hold off any longer, I stood, crossing the room in a few strides and sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. Her drowsy eyes met mine as my hand settled on her knee, trembling with the pent-up need to touch her. My fingers grasped the humming toy, clenching it in my fist.
“Can you handle more?”
She nodded with wide eyes, leaning back while I pulled her dress apart further, revealing her visibly wet pussy. Pretty and pink, and all fucking mine.
“Fuck, you are drenched,” I murmured, scooting forward, parting her legs and drawing my fingers through the wetness.
“Fuck,” she cursed, her chest heaving—hand grasping my wrist and guiding the toy toward her. As the gentle vibrations touched her skin, her mouth dropped open, hooded eyes watching me as I dragged it slowly upward to press against her clit .
“You’re going to make me come again,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.
“I think you want me to,” I chuckled, nodding down for her to watch what I was doing. My eyes were riveted as I watched the toy slowly press inside, her body greedily pulling it in, her hips wiggling against the intrusion. “Does that feel good? Me pushing this gigantic cock inside you? Does Thor make you feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her free hand tracing the neckline of her dress, her palm cupping her breast over the silky material.
“Do you want me to play with your tits while he fucks you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, oh my God,” she groaned, and I perched myself on the edge of the table to get closer.
“Such pretty pink nipples.” My fingers grasped the flimsy lace of her bra, slowly drawing it down until one breast was revealed, and then the other. Her nipples were firm, tight little buds, just begging for my mouth.
“You love it when I tug on them with my teeth, don’t you, babe?” I murmured, doing just that, and growling when she moaned loudly.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch me while we play with you.” She blinked drowsily, listening to my demand.
My cock pulsed angrily between my legs, eager to be buried inside her. It drove me insane that I could all hear how excited she was with each thrust of her big, black, battery-operated boyfriend.
Isobel’s eyes tracked my every movement while I played with her, my lips and tongue tracing every millimeter of her tits. This angle was perfect because I could watch her reaction to everything I did to her, knowing she was drowning in pleasure at the attention.
This was what I loved about being with her, how fucking arousing it was to watch her drunk on pleasure and greedily taking more .
“Be a good girl and tell me how much you want it, Isobel,” I whispered, slowing the pace of my hand. “How much do you want us to make you come?”
“Fuck, so much.”
I pulled the vibrator out, pressing the button on the handle a few times until it was back to the lowest vibration. I knew she desperately wanted release, but it was more fun to draw it out. She’d driven me crazy by making me watch her fuck this thing. Now it was my turn to play. My eyes were torn as to what to watch—her eyes while she desperately tried to catch her breath or her wet, pink pussy, glistening with arousal.
“You’re so close,” I teased, tracing the toy alongside where she wanted its attention the most, watching her squirm.
“More.”
“Such a greedy fucking girl,” I chuckled, pressing my hand into her thigh to keep her still.
“Don’t tease me,” she panted, arching her back.
“So fucking needy. Do you need more, babe?”
She tried to nod but broke off into a moan after I pressed the button to increase the speed of the vibrations.
“Hmm, not sure if that was an answer,” I taunted, leaning forward to latch onto one nipple, trapping it in between my teeth and slowly leaning back until she was gasping and arching her back. “For someone who’s typically so mouthy, you’re being awfully quiet.”
“Fuck, yes. God, just touch me,” she moaned as I rolled both nipples between my fingers, stopping to run my tongue over them before I started all over again. “Please.”
“You did ask nicely,” I laughed, drawing the toy up, then back down while I returned to teasingly biting her nipples. She would have marks tomorrow, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t mind.
“Maybe I should let you come,” I murmured, cupping one breast as I trailed down her stomach, holding the end of the toy at her entrance while I waited for a reaction .
“Oh, fuck, please, please, please, let me come.”
Deciding to put her out of her misery, I guided the toy back inside, holding it in place with my thumb through the loop on the end, while my fingers pressed down on her clit. Her hips bucked, the toy disappearing inside her, and I leaned down to suck on her nipple while I rubbed tight circles around the little nub.
“I’m… I’m...” she gasped, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“You ready, babe?” I asked, pulling back and cupping the side of her neck while my other fingers kept up their insistent movements between her thighs.
“Yes, oh God, Adrian, please.” She was almost desperate, her chest heaving as she hovered so close to her release.
Turning the vibrator back to the highest setting, I thrust it in and out until her climax took over. She screamed as she detonated, rocking forward and grabbing my head, holding it against her as she came.
Her heart beat frantically against my ear as she clung to me, trying to catch her breath. When she finally released me, I leaned back, righting the cups of Isobel’s bra and pulling her dress closed. She reached for the tie at the side, but I stopped her, knowing it was useless because this dress was going to be on my bedroom floor in less than a minute.
Isobel was unsteady when I pulled her to stand with me. I shifted her so I could pull her into my arms, and she sighed, relaxing into my hold as I carried her to my bedroom.
“Was that everything you fantasized about?” I asked as I sat her on the edge of the bed, helping her remove the silk and lace covering her.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It wasn’t what I needed.”
“Then what do you need?” She quietly watched my fingers while I unbuttoned my shirt, shrugging it from my shoulders before I shed the rest of my clothes .
“I need you,” she whispered. “Only you.”
She welcomed me with open arms and soft lips as I sunk into her, my hips pushing her into the mattress with each desperate thrust. As I came inside her, filling her as she moaned in my ear, I knew I couldn’t hide the strength of my feelings anymore. I was hers. And I’d do everything in my power to keep making her desires a reality.