Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
KIRA
He’s holding off on purpose, not giving in to what we’re both craving. I’ve never had a man play with me so confidently.
My head is full of just him and quiet to everything else except what he makes me feel. I’m dying with pleasure even as I uselessly wrestle against my pinned wrists. It’s a standoff of who will give in first to the building pleasure.
Yes, I’ve already come once, maybe twice, I don’t even know or remember because he’s gotten me so riled. My sex clenches, wanting his cock to fill me up. Pleasure is one thing. The connection of having sex with him will be something altogether different; I know that somewhere deep, I can’t even explain. And I want it so fucking bad.
I moan and rub all of my skin against his with wild excitement. I keep thrusting my hips against his balls to tease my clit. The bristly hair of his chest excites my nipples into hard peaks.
I throw one heel back to the floor so I have even more traction to thrust my body up against his. My arm around his neck allows me to rub and massage the huge muscles of his back. God, he’s so much man. My hips thrust again of their own accord.
Everything else falls away as I drop another layer deep.
The horrible evening is gone. My mother and her anorexic expectations evaporate. Drew and his confusing words that always leave me feeling upset when I walk away from a conversation with him, even if I can never put a finger on why.
Isaak makes me feel good. Just good .
My body certainly feels good right now. It’s such a simple, amazing sensation. Isaak drops a hand down and palms my ass, squeezing hard.
I moan, so in it with him. I feel so beautiful right now. So desired.
I feel wanted , not needed.
Not until tonight did I realize how much Drew and all his needs hurt. He never considers anything I might need or want. It’s all about him, and it always has been.
I cling tighter to Isaak’s neck, feeling tears gather at the corners of my eyes.
What I want right now is Isaak, and for once, I’m going to be the selfish one. All week, I told myself I couldn’t have him. There were boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. I was being an adult about it.
But we’re naked now. And he wants me .
Plus, there’s a pile of condoms right there… Which he probably carries in his wallet because he does this sort of thing all the time. I mean, he’s the most handsome, manliest man I’ve seen around the club. Women must throw themselves at him all the time. Moira certainly does. So, of course, he carries a wallet full of condoms.
But tonight, he’s mine. I won’t pretend I’m in some fairytale. This isn’t going to lead to a happily ever after. Tomorrow, I can figure out my disaster of a life.
Tonight, I’m going to fuck this god of a man. Tonight, I’m going to take what I want.
His cock leaps against my stomach, and I lessen my tight grip around his neck so I can pull back enough to find his mouth.
It’s like he has the same idea at the same time because our lips crash against each other. His devouring kiss reassures me of his desire and kindles the fire already lit in my belly back to a roaring blaze.
Oh my god, I want this man.
“Fuck me,” I beg him.
“You think you’re ready for me?” Our eyes connect, and I swear heat sizzles straight down to my cunt.
A whine escapes my throat. He’s so commanding without even meaning to be.
“I’m ready.”
He grins, that same Isaak grin he’s teased me with every time he sits across from me at breakfast or dinner or glances at me across the car seat. “Oh, I don’t think so, Princess, not quite yet.”
“I’m no prince—” I start to object furiously, but he’s pressing his palm down against my pussy, rubbing shamelessly before his thumb finds my clit.
He doesn’t break eye contact the whole time.
“I’m glad we’re talking again because I’ve been wanting to tell you all the filthy things I’ve tried real hard to stop myself from thinking about wanting to do to this pretty little pussy, Professor.”
“Like what?” I gasp, insanely curious and turned on.
“I’ve been thinking about wrapping your thighs around my head and burying my face in your cunt just like I did a second ago. And grabbing your ass just like this?—”
He holds himself up with one hand by my head, bicep bulging, but with his other, he grabs my ass and squeezes again, grip firm.
Oh my god, Isaak’s on top of me, grabbing my ass. His mouth was on my— We’re about to have sex! I’m still giddy that this is happening at all. He’s liked me. All this time, he liked me! I’m breathless when I ask, “What else have you been thinking about?”
“Trying not to think about,” he corrects. He runs his hands up my body to my waist and squeezes there. “I’ve been trying not to think about what it would feel like to have you just like this. What it would feel like to get my hands on your soft skin. And what these feel like.” His hand runs up from my waist to reach my breasts.
With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my left nipple lightly. My body spasms below him. He does the same to the right nipple, grunting a little as it puckers even harder. Then he pinches it again, harder this time. Then, harder still.
Each time he does it, my sex contracts, and I let out an involuntary, needy little whine. It’s like the nerves of my nipples are attached to an invisible line straight to my sex. No man’s ever done these sorts of things to my body. But god, do I love every new sensation.
He seems just as fascinated by what the nipple play is doing to me because he mutters, “And trying not to think about doing this,” then leans down and replaces his fingers with his mouth. I arch up against him, writhing in the space under his body as his mouth closes around my nipple. His mouth suckles with brutal suction, a tortuous pleasure.
“Now,” I manage to whimper. “Please. I need you inside me.”
“I’m not done yet,” is all he grunts before moving to my other nipple and sucking it just as ruthlessly. My whole body spasms with pleasure, and I clutch his head, fingernails digging into his scalp.
Holy shit, can I come from just nipple play alone? I’ve heard of that but thought it was just a myth. I never thought I’d be sensitive enough for that kind of thing.
But as his teeth tease at my puckered nipple, I all but scream as I thrust my hips up and shift them back and forth on his cock that’s slipped lower, now slathered in my juices. What farce are we even playing at? I’m already on his cock. We ate each other out. We’re already exchanging fluids. And I absolutely love the feel of him.
Fuck him now. Everyone else can be irresponsible. Why can’t you be sometimes, too?
“Are you clean?” I ask. “I’m clean.”
His mouth finally breaks from my nipple with a little sucking pop. “Fuck, are you saying you want to?—?”
It’s stupid. It’s reckless. I mean, I’m on birth control, but still, I just met him. Even so, hell, yes, I want to.
“Are you clean?” I demand again. “When were you last tested?”
“Last month. I’m clean.”
I reach down and grab his monster cock. He grunts as soon as I wrap my hand around his girth to guide him toward my soaked entrance.
“Kira,” he groans.
“Do you want me to stop?” I hesitate right at the edge.
“Fuck no.”
“Thank god.” I feed the bulbous tip into my sex.
We both expel a breath as soon as he makes contact with my pussy. He’s so hard. So big. I’ve never had any man as big.
And oh god, when he starts to slide inside me, he’s so fucking everywhere .
He’s holding himself up but he’s so solid and heavy over me. I love how it feels. I love how he touches my body. It’s so rare that I’m able to just give in and give over.
He stretches forward, and in one stroke, he’s pushed inside me. At least, I think he has.
“Let me know if it starts to hurt, and I’ll stop,” he grunts.
He pulls out and pushes back in slightly further. He’s holding back. I can tell by the strain in his neck vein.
I lift up and bite it. He growls, and I start to suck the spot I just bit. I want to make him let go.
“I’ll fit you,” I whisper before latching back on to lick his neck. I’ll make him see that I can take him. He doesn’t know, but when I’m by myself, I use toys. Sometimes big toys. I like to see how much I can take while I fantasize about sex like this. Isaak’s cock is a dream I didn’t know actually existed in real life.
He grunts, and his hips thrust, going deeper.
I nod, smiling so big my face hurts. I’ll fit him. I shift my hips to take more of him inside. It’s his thickness that’s so fucking satisfying. Oh god, it’s such a stretch.
“You’re so goddamn tight, Red. I want to fuck you through the floorboards.”
“Do it,” I hiss again before biting his straining neck again. Reaching up, I drag my nails down his scalp, closing my eyes and focusing on the fullness stretching me so wide at my core. He shifts his groin, and my swollen clit grinds against the bottom of his hugely thick shaft.
With every inch he thrusts in and pulls out, the friction is an insane pulse against where I’m so needy.
And then, I open my eyes, and my breath catches. Because as he’s invading me so deeply with his cock in my most intimate place, he’s staring straight down into my soul. My hips lift restlessly up and down, instinctively seeking friction. I don’t know if that’s the wrong or right move because he starts to move then.
He’s moving, so thick—impossibly thick—and stretching me so it feels like every part of my pussy is pulsing against his hard shaft all at once. As if all of me is pulsing around him. My hands slide down to his neck.
“But I never let myself think about this,” he whispers, eyes burrowing straight into me. Neither of us is smiling now. There’s just intensity and wild want sizzling back and forth between us as our fucking starts to feel like… like something much more intimate.
He slows down, and my spiking pleasure turns sweeter. More like a ballooning build than a rush up a mountain. One of my hands slides around to cup his cheek.
His gray eyes blink at me.
And then he dips down and kisses me with such need, arms wrapping around me and rolling us so that we’re on our sides, his giant bicep underneath my head like a pillow. Trapped between his two arms, all I can see is his face and his eyes boring down into mine.
“Kira,” he whispers, cock still shifting in and out of me as if with compulsive need.
But I’m too terrified to hear what he might say next, so I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. I moan all the things I can’t say into his lips as I hike my leg up higher around his hip to spread myself wider for him.
Our rhythm has synced so that we’re both pulling back and thrusting at the same time. Occasionally, we get out of rhythm, but then almost immediately, we’ve got it back. Both of us are chasing pleasure in each other’s body. It’s the same with our lips. Gentle one second and then sucking and licking and tonguing into each other’s mouth the next.
His cock strokes against some spot deep inside my center before it presses against my clit with his every thrust. His hand slides into my hair as he angles my head to fit his lips better.
His thrusts get deeper. Harder.
I clutch his head and drag him to my breasts. I can’t kiss him anymore; the sex is getting so intense. I’m breathing too hard.
I gasp for breath and clutch him close.
“Kira,” he growls again, hands squeezing my ass as he drags my body up and down his cock. My eyelids flutter, and I try and fail to match his rhythm with my thrusting hips.
My name on Isaak’s lips, our bodies move so perfectly in sync?—
He cups one of my breasts so he can lift the nipple to where I’m clutching him, and the final added sensation sends me completely over the edge again.
Light bursts behind my eyes as my body starts to shudder on his cock. Oh god. Oh god! I’m coming harder than I ever have before. Harder than I knew I could .
I squeeze my leg against his waist and clench him until he’s shouting into my breast and thrusting more forcefully than he has yet. It’s so good to feel him finally lose control that I clench around him even tighter.
He’s sputtering and choking by the time I finally feel him pulse deep inside me.
My orgasm peaks as he thrusts deeps again and then shakes hard before finally stilling with his body wrapped around me. Both of us gasp for breath but don’t move, except for one last latent pulse of his cock still inside me.
Oh my god. Is that what it feels like to make love?