Chapter 40
CHAPTER 40
“D id you talk to Emma?” Stark finished putting the last of the food in the fridge.
Rayna joined him in the kitchen and tucked her phone into her pocket. “I did. It was perfect timing, actually. She and Lucas were just finishing checking on Molly and the babies, and she said she’d take Bea back to her house for the night.”
“Okay,” he said.
“Molly is fine,” Rayna said. “She was all over Lucas while Emma fed her and scooped her litter box. They spent about half an hour with her and the babies.”
“Okay, good,” Stark said.
“Why are you acting like you already know this?” Rayna asked.
“I’m not. How would I know that?” He cleared his throat and refused to meet her gaze.
“Spill it, Stark,” she said, giving him a light poke in the stomach.
His cheeks hot, he said, “I installed a pet camera in the bedroom so I can check on Molly and the babies when I’m not there. I checked on her when we first got here and saw Emma and Lucas with her.”
He waited for her to tease him, but she gave him a sweet smile. “That’s adorable. I love that you did that.”
His embarrassment faded, and he leaned against the counter. “Are you hungry? Mom also sent some ‘midnight snacks,’ as she called them.”
Rayna laughed. “I’m not hungry, but are we allowed to have midnight snacks if it’s only nine o’clock?”
“Maybe not.” He pulled her against him, resting his hands on her hips. It was a little ridiculous how difficult it had been not to touch her while they were at his mom’s house. He’d come close to resting his hand on her leg during dinner more than once. Hell, twice, he’d almost leaned down to kiss her. When they’d moved to the family room, he’d deliberately chosen the armchair. His ability to resist touching her had worn away to non-existent by that point, and he didn’t want to give his mother the wrong idea that he and Rayna were dating.
Too late for that, buddy.
Rayna traced light circles on his chest. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Just in my head,” he said. “I feel bad that I got us stuck here in a snowstorm.”
She studied the kitchen, which featured high-end appliances, modern teak cabinets, and sleek marble countertops. “Oh yes, because it’s such an inconvenience to be trapped in your giant luxury penthouse. Remind me again, how many showerheads do you have in your shower?”
“Multiple,” he said before squeezing her ass. “Interested in trying it out with me?”
She leaned forward and kissed a slow path up his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”
His cock already beginning to stiffen, Stark led her to his bedroom. Rayna studied the king size bed and the French doors leading to the balcony. She crossed the room to stare outside. “I bet when there isn’t a blizzard, the view of the city is incredible.”
“It is,” he said, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck as they stood silently and watched the snow fall as the wind howled. The sound would have been a lonely, desolate one if he hadn’t had Rayna in his arms, weathering the storm with him.
Rayna made a startled ‘eep’ when the building noticeably swayed. She grabbed onto his arms, staring wide-eyed at him. “Shit. Did you feel that?”
“Yes,” he said. “The building sways in high winds.”
“Oh, I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all,” she said.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Trust me, we’d have more to worry about if the building didn’t sway.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Her hands tightened on his arms when the building swayed again.
“I think,” he kissed her jaw, “the best idea is to get you into the shower and occupy you with other things, so you don’t notice the building swaying.”
“Is that right?” she said as he led her into the primary bathroom. He turned on the multiple showerheads, adjusting the water until it was the perfect temperature. When he turned back to face Rayna, a groan escaped his lips. She was completely naked, her clothes in a heap on the floor, and a wicked smile on her face.
“Something wrong, Isaac?”
“No, baby,” he said hoarsely, his hands already yanking his t-shirt over his head. “Everything is perfect.”
He stripped off the rest of his clothes in record time. Rayna’s smug smile at the sight of his already erect cock made him grin. “Come here, gorgeous.”
She stepped into the shower with him, sighing happily when she stood under the showerheads and let the hot water beat down her back. “Oh God, this feels so good.”
“Hmm,” he agreed, his hands already reaching for her perfect breasts. He cupped them gently, kneading and squeezing them as they kissed. She gasped into his mouth when he lightly pinched her nipples before gripping his cock and giving it some long firm strokes that made his eyes roll back in his damn head.
“Isaac?” She pressed a kiss against his wet chest.
“Yeah? Fuck… don’t stop, baby. That feels so good.”
She smiled but didn’t give him what he wanted. “I’m still noticing the swaying building.”
“Is that right?” He smoothed her hair back from her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “I guess I haven’t distracted you enough.”
“Maybe there’s something else we can try?” Her tongue flicked out to lick her bottom lip before she glanced at his cock.
More blood rushed to his cock, turning it painfully hard. He nuzzled her neck again, licking away a few drops of water. “Well, I was going to eat your sweet pussy, but I think I have a better idea.”
He led her toward the built-in bench as she made a little whine of disappointment. “No, I like that idea. I love that idea, Isaac.”
“I’m sure you do, but I think it’s time you show me what a good girl you are, baby.”
He pushed her into a sitting position on the bench and stood in front of her. She was at eye level with his cock, and the disappointment on her face was immediately replaced with a hot lust that made precum drip from his cock.
He gripped the back of her skull with his left hand and the base of his dick with his right. “Would you like a taste, good girl?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
He pressed lightly on her head, urging her forward. Her little pink tongue slicked across the head of his cock, cleaning away the drops of precum that clung to it. He hissed out a breath as she stared up at him, her dark eyes filled with a wanton, hungry need that made him ache to shove his cock straight down her throat.
Instead, calling on a willpower he didn’t know he had, he smoothed her hair back from her face again and said, “Suck.”
She didn’t hesitate, her hot, wet mouth sliding down his cock and sucking until her cheeks hollowed. He cried out when she drew back, and her tongue teased the sensitive spot beneath his crown.
“Fuck, Rayna!” he groaned. “Oh, fucking hell, baby.”
She slid him into her mouth, and her loud moan sent a vibration of pleasure through his dick right to his balls. He made a hoarse cry, his hips jutting forward in an eager attempt to lodge his cock down her throat. She responded with more enthusiastic sucking, her hand squeezing and twisting lightly at the base of his dick as she bobbed her head back and forth.
Desperate for more, he fucked her mouth in a hard rhythm, his gaze locked onto hers as she kept her mouth open wide and took everything he gave her.
“So fucking beautiful,” he crooned. “Can you take more for me? I need you to take more. Relax your throat, let me in, baby.”
Her nostrils flared as she struggled for breath, but he could see her trying to swallow more of him. The hot friction around his throbbing cock sent fresh pleasure rocketing through him. He drove deep into her mouth, gasping out a moan when he slipped down her throat, and it clenched around his aching, weeping cock.
“Fuck!” For a moment, he was nearly past the point of no return, and despite how good the suction of her hot mouth felt, he yanked himself out from between her lips, clamping his hand down on the base of his dick.
“Isaac, no!” She tried to reach for him, her lips red and swollen, her gaze frantic with desire.
His chest heaving for air, he yanked her to her feet and spun her around before bending her over.
“Open for me,” he growled into the steamy air.
She immediately spread her legs wide, crying out when he cupped her pussy. He toyed with the small patch of pubic hair he’d left at the top of her mound when he’d waxed her before running his fingers over her smooth lips and then rubbing her clit. She moaned at the contact, her body shuddering against his. She was hot and slick and ready for him, and with another low growl, he slammed his cock into her velvet heat. She rocked forward, her hands slapping against the shower wall to brace herself.
He grabbed her hips. “Wider, baby.”
She slid her legs farther apart until he could see her muscles strain from the effort. He wound one hand into her hair, tugging her head back as he slid out in a slow, smooth motion and then drove back in.
“Isaac!” Her pussy gripped him tight as he fucked her roughly. The shower echoed with the sounds of his groans, her breathy cries, and their slapping skin. Every snap of his hips sent a moan hurtling from her lips, and when he shifted her slightly and drove in again, a feral cry erupted from her throat.
He grinned savagely and drilled into her, the head of his cock pressing against her g-spot with every wild thrust. Her breath stuttered, her body tensed, and her core fluttered around his cock before squeezing him so tightly that it pulled a sound that was half-plea, half-curse from him.
Her body shook wildly, her pussy clamping down around him again, and he was done. With a guttural roar, he sank into her a final time and held still, groaning at the sheer intoxicating pleasure of his release. He pumped lightly back and forth, smoothing his hand over her ass before finally pulling out.
Rayna went to close her trembling legs, and he slapped her lightly on the ass. “Stay open, baby.”
She peered at him over her shoulder as he held her thighs apart and watched with satisfaction as his cum dripped from her opening.
“Isaac?”
“So fucking pretty,” he said to her. “Do you have any idea how much I like seeing you full of my cum?”
“Oh my God,” she moaned, her cheeks darkening to an even deeper red. “Isaac, you shouldn’t say stuff like that to me.”
“Why not?” He reached between her legs, catching some of his cum and rubbing it into her pussy lips before lightly rubbing her clit. “It’s the truth. Your little pussy looks so pretty when it’s dripping with my cum.”
Her soft moan made him grin, and he pulled her straight before turning her to face him. He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers circling her clit again.
“Isaac, I can’t have another one,” she gasped. “That last one nearly knocked me unconscious.”
He leaned down to suck on her bottom lip, refusing to stop touching her clit even when she tugged at his wrist. “You will have another one for me, baby or else I’ll put you on your knees and make you suck me until I’m hard again.”
She swallowed compulsively. “That’s not really a threat for me.”
He grinned at her, his fingers still relentlessly circling. “Be my good girl and show me again how pretty you are when you come, Rayna.”
Her arms circled his shoulders, and she pressed her wet body against his. “If you insist, Isaac.”