Chapter 17
Brayden
“I’ll show you proof.”
I wrestled her deeper inside the barn, kissing a line from her temple to her cheek and then farther down her neck.
Laughing, she nearly lost her balance, but I held her waist firmly.
“Hey, can you show me what’s beyond the barn too?”
“Later,” I growled.
I hadn’t expected Isabelle to not only fit in my old life so well but to embrace it like this, hitting it off with my cousins, bonding with my mother.
I’d kept this side of my life so tightly under wraps, not wanting the press to hound my family, that I wasn’t used to sharing it with anyone.
I wanted to show everything to Isabelle, and not only because I didn’t want to keep anything from her.
It was a true delight to experience things through her reactions.
It was like rediscovering a part of myself.
She sighed, moving her hands under my shirt. Her intention was clear. She wanted to yank it off.
Pulling back, I smiled down at her. I’d wanted to kiss and explore her all day, but I’d had to hold back. All that need had bottled up, and now I was on the edge.
I took off my shirt, and Isabelle looked down at me slowly, then back up.
“We’re surrounded by hay, and you’re shirtless. Doesn’t get more country than this, does it?” she teased.
I laughed. “Yes it does. I want you naked. Completely naked.”
She swallowed hard, sweeping her gaze around us. “Here?”
“Yes, here.” I closed the distance between us.
Tipping my head, I captured her mouth, kissing her hard and deep.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her against my erection.
She moaned, then slid one hand between us, undoing the button of my jeans.
She lowered her hand inside my jeans and boxers, touching my cock.
“Isabelle,” I groaned, driven purely by instinct. I pulled her dress up her legs, then yanked it over her head. Fuck, I loved seeing her like this, only wearing lingerie, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to her.
And what I wanted was to make her come.
I kissed a straight line from her shoulder up the side of her neck at the same time as I moved my fingers along the rim of her panties.
I liked teasing her like this, slowly building up the anticipation.
Her breath was frantic, her hands desperately roaming on my chest. Every time she wanted to dip a hand inside my pants, I stopped her.
“I want you to come first. Then you’re allowed to touch me all you want, Isabelle.”
She gasped, rocking her hips against mine.
A faint blush spread on her neck. I parted her legs with my knee, moving two fingers over the fabric covering her pussy.
I kissed her hard, moving my tongue and fingers in the same rhythm.
The more I touched her, the more impatient she became, and when she soaked her panties through, she turned completely wild.
She took control of the kiss, and of her pleasure, grinding against my hand at her own pace.
She was so damn sexy that I was about to explode in my pants.
I felt her body tighten up and knew she was getting closer to her climax.
I slipped my hand in her panties, touching her bare skin.
Her legs wobbled. She stretched a hand behind her, as if looking for something to grab for support.
I walked her backward to the nearest wooden pole, holding her firmly by her waist. I wanted her to focus on nothing but her pleasure.
I circled her clit slowly, enjoying the way she rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes.
She exploded, groaning against my mouth.
Her back arched, and her legs became weak.
I loved watching her give herself completely to the pleasure.
I was torn between wanting to watch her and wanting to taste her.
She shuddered in my arms, humming, until her body relaxed again.
She kissed my chest, then moved farther down.
I grabbed the pole with one hand, watching her.
When she reached my navel, she looked up with a smile.
“You have excellent self-restraint. I think you deserve a prize.”
“I agree.”
She pushed down my pants, then my boxers. I didn’t hesitate stepping out of them. She traced the V-lines going from my pubis downward with her thumbs and then her tongue. My cock was pressing against the side of her neck, and that bit of skin-on-skin contact was making me crazy.
Isabelle looked up at me, licking the tip of my erection before wrapping her lips around it. She moved her head back and forth, driving me insane. Pleasure pulsed through me, already messing with my senses. My thoughts were a whirlwind, but one stood out: Isabelle was all mine.
She looked up at me, and seeing the lust in her eyes only intensified my pleasure. This was too fucking good. I was close to the edge. So damn close.
Isabelle pulled back, pressing the flat of her tongue against the tip.
I buckled forward as pleasure shot through me.
She kissed up my torso until we were face-to-face.
Taking a step back, she unclasped her bra before pushing her panties down her legs, shimmying her ass to taunt me.
I barely remembered about protection and grabbed my wallet.
I was so on edge that rolling the condom over my erection drove me insane.
Isabelle was moving around me, kissing my right arm, then my back before moving to the left arm. I whirled around so we were facing each other once more. With one hand, I grabbed the back of her head, tilting it back until I had all the access I wanted to kiss her.
I cupped one ass cheek with my other hand, pressing her against my cock. We both groaned, stumbling backward. I used both my hands to lift her up. Propping her against the nearest wall, I sank inside her to the hilt. My knees buckled from the shock of pleasure coiling through me.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
I inhaled through my nose, exhaled through my mouth, trying to contain the climax for a while longer. She’d brought me close to the edge with those plump lips, but I wanted her to come again before I gave in to it.
I moved my hips in a relentless rhythm, kissing her neck and shoulders and every part of her within my reach. I wanted to own and explore every inch of her. She wiggled her hand between us, touching her clit. Fuck. I couldn’t fight my climax any longer.
I moved even faster, with reckless abandon, flesh slapping against flesh, our moans filling the space. I came the second I felt her tighten around me, hearing her chant my name.
I’d never climaxed so powerfully. My vision blurred at the corners.
My breath caught. My lungs were burning, as were my muscles.
I lowered Isabelle to her feet, keeping a hand firmly around her waist. I needed a few minutes to regain my composure.
Hearing her laugh softly against my chest made me smile.
“We’re a mess,” she whispered, looking up. We were both sweaty and utterly spent. “Mr. Clarke, I didn’t think you had it in you to defile this place like that.”
I drew my thumb over her lower lip before sliding the tip in her mouth.
“You have no idea how many other places I want to defile with you.”
She jerked her head back, pointing at me. “No sexy times in the cottage rehearsal room.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “We’ll see. I have some aces up my sleeve.”
Still laughing, she started dressing. I hadn’t removed the condom, watching her, indulging in the view.
“You going to walk back like this?” she asked once she was finished, a sly grin on her face. “That’s certainly going to get people talking.”
“So damn sassy all the time.”
She shimmied, running a hand through her hair.
“Nah, I’m extra sassy now, courtesy of the delicious orgasm you just gave me.”
“Two orgasms.”
“Oooh, we’re keeping count? Okay.”
I touched her neck, tracing the contour of her jaw with my forefinger.
“Hey, put your clothes on.” Her tone was half warning, half playful.
“Why? Afraid we’re going to get that count up to three?” I teased.
She tilted her head to one side, narrowing her eyes. “No… but we’ll lose our heads and miss the party.”
I could see that happening. I wasn’t one to lose my head, but Isabelle had that effect on me.
I dressed quickly, and we headed back outside.
“I feel like a teenager sneaking back in the house,” she whispered a few minutes later as we approached the house.
“We don’t have to sneak in.”
“Umm… we’re sweaty, and I think anyone can tell it’s not from hot yoga or jogging. So yes, we have to.”
She had a point. Luckily, everyone was in the backyard, so we could go in through the front door without running into anyone.
“Let’s shower together. Will save time,” I said.
She laughed. “What a creative way to say you want to get down and dirty again.”
I pulled her to me, pinching her ass. “Isabelle, I have lots of plans to defile the shower with you. But when I can take my time with you. Now we’re in a hurry. Come on, strip.”
I pinched her ass again, and she rewarded me with a playful giggle.
Watching her take off her clothes gave me a raging hard-on, but I was determined to behave.
Only the vixen wasn’t making it easy. Once we were beneath the water, she poured shower gel in her palms, spreading it all over her body, driving me crazy.
Whirling her around, I applied shower gel to her back.
I took a small detour, soaping her breasts again.
She gasped as I twirled my fingers around her nipples and pressed my cock against her ass cheek.
There. Now we were both on the edge.
My need for this woman was insatiable. But we had a party to attend, so I rinsed off the soap without any more shenanigans.
Isabelle pouted. “You’re not playing fair.”
“You’re the one who tempted the hell out of me, soaping up like that.”
Her pout transformed into a grin. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re so sexy when you’re turned on.”
“So you’re not just extra sassy but extra feisty today. Good to know.”