30. Libby
CHAPTER THIRTY
libby
“Are you going to buy something pretty for me if I take you shopping?” Fisher asks as he tosses me onto the bed.
It’s been like this every time since that first night. His eyes full of hunger, an easy smile on his face. The teasing. It leaves little time for me to worry about much of anything. I’m too damn happy.
“Strip,” I tell him, twirling my finger like a magic wand.
Even as he obeys, he growls. “Answer the question.”
Inches of sinewy muscle come into view as he grips the back of his collar with one hand and pulls his shirt over his head the way only men can do. His abs flex with each move, drawing my focus to the dark hair that leads to the magical V that a man who works on computers shouldn’t have.
He must work out a lot in the winter when there’s nothing else to do on the island. How else would he look this good? He’s not overly chiseled like the men in Hollywood. It’s clear he works for it, but also that he works for a living. I could stare at him for a very long time if he’d allow it.
“Libby,” he growls again, yanking his belt from the loops around his waistband.
“I didn’t think you were the kind of guy who really cared about what his woman wears.
” I sit up on my knees and help him pull down his pants.
His boxers go with them, and then his cock is springing free.
Fuck, I wasn’t prepared. I’m never prepared.
The man is beautiful. The way his dick strains to get closer to me makes it impossible not to wrap my fingers around it and revel in the smooth contrast between the silken skin and the rock-hard length.
I roll my thumb over the tip, spreading his pleasure over his crown, and he hisses air through his teeth. “I’ve never given two fucks about anyone else.”
Pausing, I peer up at him, waiting for him to finish the statement. He doesn’t add to it. That’s the statement. It’s not about my clothes. It’s not about my touch. It’s me.
Even so, I can’t help but goad him. It’s what we do, after all. “What kind of pretty things do you want me to wear for you?”
He grunts and his eyes fall shut. “Naked. Need you naked now.”
“Now, now Fisher. You asked for something pretty. Be a good boy and tell me what you want.” I give his cock a squeeze.
When he opens his eyes again, they’re molten. He curses and sucks in a sharp breath. “Something pink.”
“Why?” I whisper.
His responding smirk is wicked. “Because that’s what you like, Princess, and I like anything that makes you smile. Now take off your clothes, because you’re right—I definitely prefer you naked.”
I shake my head. No, I’ve got my mind set on something else. I want to taste him. Pushing him back slightly, I splay one hand on the mattress to steady myself and roll my tongue across the head of his cock.
Fingers tangling in my hair, he tugs gently.
Sparks ignite and zap through me at the sensation, pulling a groan from deep within my chest.
“You like that, Princess?” He tugs again. “Like when I use you for my pleasure?”
“God, yes,” I mumble, my lips brushing his crown.
I lick up the underside of his length, then take him into my mouth again.
He thrusts gently, letting out a low groan. “Can I fuck your throat, sweetheart?” His words are smooth, his tone deep as he works himself in and out of my mouth.
My body hums with the promise of an orgasm. I never thought I’d enjoy pleasuring a man like this, but the sounds he makes spur me on and send heat pooling low in my belly. I’ve never craved anything the way I crave making Fisher lose control.
Everything he does is for the benefit of others. But me? I’m just for him. Those were his words. And I ache to please him. Ache to take care of him.
It’s empowering, knowing I’m the only person who can do that for him.
“Need you naked and my tongue on your pussy,” he says as he pulls back and releases me.
Bereft at the loss of him, I deflate. “Fisher.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to use you.
I’ll still fuck this pretty throat,” he says as he wraps his fingers around it and squeezes.
The pressure is gentle at first, like he’s easing me into trying the things he desires.
Only when I moan or preen for him does he push it a bit farther.
First asking, then, once he’s got my permission, taking.
He may not know all my secrets, but he understands me. He’s discovered my tells, and he doesn’t do a thing until he knows I’m comfortable.
But with him, I’m not sure I could ever be uncomfortable. I’m safe with him. Always.
“But first I need you completely bare for me.” He meets my eyes, his hand still wrapped around my throat. “Can you do that?”
I nod, and he releases me. He takes a single step back, waiting for me to undress, never looking away. There’s nothing slow about the way I undress. I don’t make a show of it. No, I need him now. I toss my spandex to the floor, followed by my sports bra, and then I crawl back over to him.
“Flip over,” he says gruffly.
Once I’m flat on my back, he drops one knee to the bed near my head and presses a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to crawl down this perfect body, so spread your thighs, baby, and relax your throat.”
The way he talks me through everything is sexy as hell.
“Okay.” I arch up and steal one more kiss before willing myself to relax.
With a hand on the mattress at my hip, he drags his mouth across my breast, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak, nipping at it, sucking it into his mouth.
Once he’s released it with a pop, he moves to the other side and repeats the movements.
He eases his other knee to the bed so he’s straddling my head as he licks a path down my stomach.
At the apex of my thighs, he presses warm, open-mouthed kisses and slips his arms beneath my ass, tugging my hips up.
He brings that hot mouth of his to my clit and sucks, drawing a long moan from me.
Mouth watering, I grip his thighs, pulling him closer so I can swallow his cock.
We’re nothing but thrusts and grunts, whimpers and pleasure.
He spears me with a finger, fucking me slowly as he licks and sucks until I’m unraveling beneath him.
As a wave of pleasure washes over me, warming me, he rolls off me.
I’m still out of sorts when he settles himself on top of me again, this time so we’re face to face, his knees pushing my thighs apart, his cock filling me in one swift thrust and his mouth stealing my loud moan.
He kisses me until I’m panting for breath.
“Do you like how you taste, Princess?”
Whimpering, I lick at his lips.
A slow grin slashes across his face. “You do, don’t you?” He muses. “You love it just as much as I do.” He drags his tongue over his lips, then pulls back and ducks his head so he has a clear view of his dick as he sinks inside me over and over again. “Look at us.”
I do. I arch up and zero in on where we’re connected.
I couldn’t look away if I tried. The sensation of watching like this while he rolls his hips, dragging the head of his cock along my inner walls, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Fisher, please,” I beg, my words coming out as a breathy adjuration.
“Please, what?” He fists the sheets and lowers himself, kissing me again.
“Please come. Please fill me.”
“You want my cum, Princess?”
Another moan. “Yes.”
With a grunt, he rises up on his knees and pistons his hips, setting a grueling pace.
I lock my ankles at the base of his spine, grinding my clit against him until I shatter again.
With one hand on my throat and the other on my ass, he squeezes and unleashes inside me, growling my name as he fills me just like he promised.
As our movements slow, he releases my throat.
He lowers himself and cups my cheeks, pressing sweet kisses to my lips.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his mouth brushing mine.
The kisses don’t stop. We stay like this for a long moment, his lips pressed to my cheek, my chin, my neck, my shoulder, dragging out the blissful sensation.
When my breathing has returned to normal, I gently push against his chest and grin. “So about that shopping day…”
He chuckles as he pulls me close. “I’ll talk to Cank.”