Chapter 36
CHAPTER 36
“I saac?”
“One second.” Stark was texting on his phone when Rayna joined him in the living room. He was sitting on her lumpy couch, with Bea practically sleeping in his lap. Dog hair covered his pants, as well as a healthy amount of Bea drool.
Freddie twined around Rayna’s ankles, and she bent to pet him, grimacing when he gave her a bite for her effort. “C’mon, Freddie, don’t be a dick. This is why you’re never getting adopted.”
“He’s a foster?” Stark stuck his phone into his pocket before petting Bea. “I thought he was your cat.”
“No, he’s a foster,” she said as Freddie glared at both of them before stalking out of the room with his tail swishing. “But he has trust issues and likes to bite, so it’s not easy to find the right home for him. He was adopted out once, but she brought him back after only a few days.”
“Because he bit her?”
“Yes, and because he stalked and terrorized her niece who was visiting. He kept pouncing on the poor kid every time she even looked at him.”
Stark laughed, and Rayna couldn’t help but grin even though she said, “It’s not funny.”
“It’s kind of funny,” Stark said.
“Yes, well, I’m holding out hope that there is the perfect home for him out there, but it’ll need to be one without kids.”
“Everything arranged with the New York rescue?” Stark gave Bea a gentle push to get her off his lap before standing. She snorted her displeasure but stretched out in the warm spot he’d left behind, her soft snores starting up almost immediately.
“Yes,” she said. “They’ll have volunteers at the airport waiting for us when we arrive.”
“That’s great.” He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment before glancing at his watch. “It’s getting late. I should probably go so you can get some sleep.”
Rayna slipped her arms around his waist when he started past her. She pressed a kiss against his mouth. “Don’t leave.”
“You’re tired.”
“Not that tired.” She kissed her way up his throat before licking the curve of his ear.
He hesitated, and feeling a little desperate, she kissed him again, licking and nibbling at his lips until he parted them. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and slid her hands up his shirt. She traced the hard muscles of his stomach before rubbing her thumb over one flat nipple.
He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding around her to cup her ass and squeeze tight. His erection pressed against her stomach, and she rubbed against it before nipping at his jaw. “Bedroom now, Isaac.”
“Yes, Rayna,” he said with a cute grin.
Leaving Bea sleeping on the couch, they went to her bedroom. Rayna pulled impatiently at Stark’s shirt the moment they were in the room. He lifted his arms, and she peeled it off him. She stared appreciatively at his upper chest before tracing his six-pack with her fingertips.
They kissed each other with greedy need as she unbuttoned his pants, and he cupped her ass again, kneading it firmly. He groaned into her mouth when she slid her hand inside his briefs and gripped his cock. His head fell back, and his fingers dug into her ass. She rubbed his dick with long, slow strokes, delighted by the low moans and gasps he made.
She kissed his throat again, soft lingering ones against his warm skin. Warmth and desire bloomed in her belly, and while it was as intense as it always was, it felt different… sweeter.
It took her a moment to realize why it felt so different. It was the first time she was taking Isaac to bed without being irritated or, hell, downright furious with him. She paused in kissing his throat. This wasn’t a hate fuck with her enemy. This was…
No. Stop it. You are not falling in love with him, Rayna. This is about thanking him for everything he did for you tonight. So get on those fucking knees and suck his dick until he can’t think straight. The man deserves the best blowjob of his life.
“Baby?” Isaac’s hand cupped the back of her skull, tugging lightly until she looked up at him. “You okay?”
She nodded, refusing to acknowledge that Isaac calling her ‘baby’ suddenly somehow felt more intimate. It didn’t mean anything. He called her baby when they were hate fucking.
True, but you thinking of him as Isaac instead of Stark is a new thing, isn’t it?
She groaned inwardly as Isaac - goddammit, Stark ! - gave her a look of concern. “We can stop if you’re not into it anymore.”
She pushed every single confusing feeling deep down, refusing to let them into the light. Now was not the time to analyze what the fuck was happening in her brain.
She gave him a teasing smile and rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock. He moaned, and her grin widened. “Not a chance, Stark. I want your gorgeous dick in my mouth, and you’re not allowed to leave until it happens. Lose the pants.”
She stepped back and stripped off her clothes as Stark finished undressing. When she stood naked before him, he looked her up and down, and she loved the hot lust that covered his features.
They kissed again, his warm hand cupping her breast and teasing her nipple into an aching hardness. She started to kneel in front of him and twitched in surprise when he hauled her to her feet and backed her toward the bed.
“What - oh shit!” She squealed when he lifted her abruptly and tossed her onto the bed. She stared wide eyed at him as he gazed hungrily at her pussy.
“Hey,” she sat up, “lie on your back and -”
“No,” he said before pushing her to her back again and leaning over and kissing just above her navel. “Open for me, Rayna.”
“Isaac,” she gripped his head and made him look at her, “I want to go down on you.”
“Later,” he said. “I need to taste your pussy.”
“I’m into that, but I want to make tonight about you,” she said.
He shook free of her grip, squeezing one thigh with his hand. “Not this time. Open for me.”
“Okay, here’s the thing… I’m still only partially waxed.”
“I’m aware,” he said.
“Right, but it’s one thing to have you touching me or fucking me while my pussy looks like a half-bald cat, but another to have you face to face with it. Forgetting it looks like a hot mess, I’m thinking of your poor tongue and the work he’ll have to do just to find my clit. There’s a real can’t see the forest because of the trees situation happening down there.”
He laughed so hard that the bed shook. She sat up again, cupping his face and giving him an earnest look. “I promise you can go down on me another time, okay? I’ll wax tomorrow and -”
“Oh God,” he said, “you and your horrifying inability to wield a wax strip are not going anywhere near my pussy.”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes, mine,” he said unapologetically. “I won’t allow you to torture her again, not when I’m perfectly capable of waxing her.”
Now, it was her turn to laugh. “You’re going to wax my muff?”
“I am,” he said. “But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to eat your pussy until you come on my face.”
“Isaac,” she said.
He pressed her onto her back again and dipped his head, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. She arched, her hands clutching at his head as he teased both nipples with soft sucks and licks until she couldn’t remember what they were even arguing about. He kissed along the underside of one breast before giving it a light nip.
“Open for me, baby.”
She spread her legs, and he smiled with satisfaction before kissing down her body, stopping to trace her navel with his tongue and nibble at each hip before settling on his stomach between her legs.
He studied her pussy, and self-doubt crept in. “Isaac, I don’t think -”
“You don’t need to think, baby. Not tonight. Just let me make you feel so fucking good.”
His low rasp, or maybe it was the slick glide of his tongue over her wet pussy lips, made any further protest die a quick death. She grabbed the sheets in tight fists as Isaac licked the two waxed spots. She gasped at the sensation, and he smiled up at her before rubbing his beard against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, then used his thumbs to spread her pussy apart. Cool air washed over her throbbing clit, but it was immediately replaced by the soft wetness of Isaac’s tongue.
She moaned loudly, her hips arching as Isaac licked her clit with flat strokes of his tongue.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
“Such a pretty clit,” he said before licking it again. “You taste so good, baby.”
“Fuck,” she muttered, her body twitching and jerking when Isaac investigated her entrance with his tongue. “Isaac, please.”
He made a low chuckle and returned to her clit, licking and sucking until she was nearly mindless with pleasure, her hips rising and falling and her breath coming in short, harsh pants.
When he stopped, she immediately gripped his head, trying hard to press his face back into her pussy. “Don’t stop!”
He kissed her thigh, his beard tickling and teasing. “Shh, baby, we have all night.”
“Please,” she pleaded, her body throbbing for the release she needed. “I can’t… I need this. Please, Isaac.”
He studied her, and she could have cried with relief when he said, “You have had a hard day.”
“Very hard. Teasing me when I’m so stressed out isn’t nice, right? So, you should probably be nice and make me come right now,” she said.
He laughed, and she cried out when he slid one thick finger into her aching pussy. “We both know I’m not nice, Rayna.”
“You are. You’re sooo nice. Everyone in the Falls talks about how nice you are,” she babbled frantically.
He laughed again as he added a second finger and fucked her with his fingers. “You’re adorable when you want to come.”
“Isaac.”
She would lose her fucking mind if she didn’t come. She tried to push her hand past his head, and he growled before knocking her hand away. “Stop that, baby.”
The throbbing and need were more than she could stand. “Please,” she moaned. “Make me come, Isaac.”
He kissed her thigh again before, sweet merciful Christ, licking her throbbing clit. His fingers still fucking her, he sucked hard on her clit, and she shrieked, her back bowing as her orgasm hurtled through her. She held his head, grinding her pussy against his mouth and fingers as the pleasure flowed through her entire body.
She finally collapsed against the bed, her hands falling limply to her sides. Stark gave her clit a final soft kiss before he sat up and wiped his face on the sheet. He knelt between her legs, patting her thighs. “Wider, baby.”
She let her legs fall open wide, staring hazily at him as he guided his cock to her entrance. Before she could offer to blow him, he was sliding into her, his thick cock filling and stretching her in all the right ways.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, gripping his arms when he propped himself up on his hands above her.
He kissed one diamond-hard nipple. “Okay?”
She nodded, shifting slightly and making them both gasp at the sensation.
“So tight,” he groaned before making two hard thrusts. “I need to fuck you hard, baby. Are you good with that?”
“Yes.” She squeezed his arms. “I can take whatever you give me, Isaac.”
He moaned, and without another word, he thrust into her, fucking her hard, his powerful body moving fast and smooth above hers as she watched the desire and need flood his face. He stared at her breasts, and she cupped them, playing with her nipples and making him drive into her at a nearly frantic pace. The bedsprings squeaked loudly as the headboard banged against the wall, and she urged him on with soft cries.
He cried her name when she traced his chest and lightly pinched one flat nipple, his head falling back and his hips working furiously. He made one final thrust, his body going still as he said her name over and over, and hot warmth filled her pussy. She squeezed around him, making his body shudder wildly. When he finally collapsed against her body, she wrapped her limbs around him, kissing his shoulder repeatedly as he buried his face in her throat.
He rolled off her with a soft groan, tugging at her until she curled up on her side against him. She flung her thigh over his, pressing a kiss against his chest. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Other than coming so hard, my balls may be permanently empty.”
She laughed. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“I hope not,” he said. “I want kids.”
He paused for a beat. “How about you?”
“Yes,” she said. “At least two. I hated being an only kid.”
“Me too,” he said.
Rayna tried to sit up, but Isaac’s arm tightened around her. She kissed his chest. “I need to clean up before the ocean of cum you left in me turns the wet spot into an untenable situation.”
He laughed and released her. She used the bathroom and couldn’t deny the surge of happiness she felt when she returned to the bed and Isaac was still in it. She’d half-expected he would be dressed and on his way out the door.
She climbed into bed and curled up against him, slinging her arm around his waist and resting her head on his chest. He stroked her back, and they lay silently. She yawned and snuggled in closer. After the stress of the last few days and her epic orgasm, she was so tired she could no longer even try to stay awake.
“Rayna?” Isaac’s voice was low.
“Hmm?”
“Should I go?”
She tightened her grip on him even as her body drifted closer to sleep. “I want you to stay. Will you?”
His body relaxed against hers, and he kissed her forehead. “Yes. I’ll stay.”