Chapter 17
Serena
This is not how I thought this night was going to end up.
I fully intended to walk out those doors and take the bus to Jules’s house where we would trash talk Isaac and Savannah and binge One Tree Hill while we ate our weight in cookie dough and brownie ice cream. Never giving a second thought to the brooding, mysterious, and infuriating man.
Instead, I am dropping my panties, standing vulnerable in the guest bathroom at his house, staring at him in all his glory.
Seriously, he could have been a model for Calvin Klein.
From what I saw last night and felt earlier today when he pulled me into him on the sidewalk, I knew his jeans fit too well to be hiding anything average. And holy fuck was I correct with my suspicions.
An ache between my hips that has demanded attention since the bar only grows stronger when he instructs me to get into the shower. Right now, I would do anything Isaac commanded me to do. My arousal slicks my thighs as I walk past him, and I feel his eyes watching my every movement.
Opening the shower door, I step inside and wait for Isaac to join me. My sensitive skin stings from the heat of the water, as if every nerve inside me has been woken up. I am much too aware of his presence when he steps inside and closes the door behind him.
My breath hitches when I feel him get closer and his erection presses against my back. I lick my lips and take a deep breath before turning around to face him.
He’s even more devastating with droplets of water slicking his skin, tracing slow paths down his chest. My gaze follows before I can stop myself, and my pulse quickens when I see the unmistakable evidence of his desire. At how much he wants this.
Wants me.
And I realize, I want it just as badly.
My pulse quickens and heat uncoils inside me.
Want flares fast and hard, followed closely by fear.
Because I know that once we do this, there is no pretending like this isn’t real.
I have tried to ignore the feelings that have been chipping away at me since I first saw him in the café, and then again at the clinic.
There’s no mistaking that he is attractive. Any fool can see that.
But there was always something underlying those feelings of attraction. Some deeper pull between us.
Isaac grabs my chin between his thumb and finger and forces me to look up at him. His eyes darkening and filled with a hunger that makes me press my thighs together.
“I warned you to be careful Little Firecracker.” And before I can consider a response, his lips are crashing onto mine. Our teeth clashing together in a frenzy.
His tongue sweeps across mine before he bites my bottom lip. One hand grasps my throat while the other slides down my side and over my ass. He pulls back just enough to breathe and rests his forehead on mine. Sucking in a desperate gasp of air, my lungs burn, but I hardly notice.
I would gladly suffocate if it meant his lips never left mine.
“Get on your knees.” Isaac growls.
I do as he commands and drop to my knees in front of him, the floor of the shower biting into my kneecaps.
My lord he is big. I thought he looked large from across the room, but now that I am right in front of him, there’s no mistaking his size.
He tilts my chin up with two fingers and brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. “I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
My stomach tightens. I’ve never given a guy a blow job before, and I don’t want to do it wrong.
I mean, Tyler asked a ton of times, but I just never wanted to due to the abuse I endured as a child. I could tell that it would piss him off, but eventually he just stopped asking and we would end up having sex like we normally do.
The same old boring vanilla sex.
I’ve never wanted to, until now. There’s something about wanting to please Isaac that has me salivating at the thought of wrapping my lips around him. But I have no idea where to start…
Do I just dive right in and go for it? How the fuck am I going to fit the whole thing in my mouth?
Where do my hands go?
How do I brEATHE?
And what if I try and he doesn’t like it…
I decide to swallow my pride and just be honest with him.
“Umm… Isaac?” My voice soft as I look into my lap.
“Yes, Preciosa?” His voice is rough and husky, his control wavering.
“I… uhh… well…” Oh my God this is so embarrassing.
“Use your words, Serena.” He strokes the back of my hair with his hand. “There’s no need to hide yourself from me. Nothing you can do or say would make me want you any less.”
The water continues to spray onto us, and my hair starts sticking to my back. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for one of the single most embarrassing moments of my life. “I’ve never given a blow job before, and I don’t know what to do.” The confession rushes out of me in one single breath.
Isaac’s hand pauses at the top of my head and he stills. The silence is deafening.
This is it. My life is over. He’s going to think I am inexperienced and awful in bed. He is going to toss me to the side of the street like yesterday’s trash.
“Oh Mi Vida,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am not giving you back.” He pulls my gaze up to him. “I will tell you what to do, yes?”
I nod.
“Your words.” His is voice laced with warning and my pussy clenches in response. I need to remind myself to do a little soul searching about that.
“Yes. Please.” I whisper
“That’s my girl.” Isaac takes his hand and cups my chin. “Now open your mouth.” My body trembles. Isaac’s tip is at my lips, and suddenly they are as dry as the Sahara Desert.
My mouth opens, sticking out my tongue. He pushes past my lips, and his length fills my mouth, with more to spare. My jaw aches trying to accommodate his width. Isaac grabs the back of my head and wraps his fingers in my hair, tightening his grip.
“Breathe through your nose Mi Vida. I’m going to start slow so you can get used to the movement.” Longing coats every word and I can hear the way he is struggling with his control. Heat pools in the center of my stomach. I swallow around him, my throat dry.
Slowly, he moves my head with his hand, pulling his hips away and then pushing back towards me. With every thrust, I feel him growing inside my mouth. Drool begins to spill from the corner of my lips, slicking his shaft and making it easier to slide in.
“You’re doing so good Serena.” His voice is thick and heavy, drawing me in closer. And the way he watches me instills a quiet confidence inside that I’ve never felt before. It gives me the courage I needed to loosen up and start taking control of this moment.
When he pulls away again, I take my tongue and flick his frenulum, sucking the tip lightly before taking him completely in my mouth.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Isaac braces himself with his free hand against the wall, while still gripping my hair.
Wetness pools between my thighs and a fire within me blooms. I begin to suck harder, moving my head faster, feeling his body tensing in response.
I flatten my tongue, swirling it at the top before coming back down.
Isaac moans and my pace quickens, concentrating on breathing through my nose like he instructed me to. His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls me into his hips, forcing his cock down my throat. I gag, choking on what little air I have left.
“I’m going to coat your throat with my cum Serena.” He stiffens and that’s all the warning I get before I feel a warm, thick liquid spill into my mouth. Cum and saliva drip from my lips when he pulls free from my mouth, leaving me a sputtering and gagging mess.
My jaw aches and my knees buckle underneath me when I try to stand. Isaac grabs underneath my thighs and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and shoving me against the wall. The ceramic tiles send a shiver down my spine, cooling my heated skin.
My pulse quickens when I feel him at the entrance of my pussy. Wanting him like this feels reckless, but I can’t stop myself. My body needs him, craves him. I hate how easily my body betrays me when it comes to Isaac.
His hand drifts up my thigh, slow and intentional, stopping between my legs. His fingers curl inside me, and I melt into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. “You’re so wet for me baby.” He murmurs against my ear, his chest rumbling with a quiet satisfaction.
He takes his fingers from inside me and traces them up my folds, dragging my arousal to my clit, his finger slow and delicate as he traces small circles.
Slow. Calculated. Circles.
Fucking torture.
I push my hips into him wanting more. He has every nerve ending of mine on fire and ready to explode. When I push my hips into him again, he pinches my clit between his fingers.
I jump, startled by the sensation it gives when he releases me. Can’t say that I am happy about the edging, but I can’t say I dislike it either. Although I would prefer for him to just fuck me instead.
“Mmmmm… look at you. So needy and willing.” He growls in approval.
I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. The ache between my thighs pulses, sharp and needy. Isaac circles me again, slower and more deliberate than before. Drawing out my release.
I push my hips into him again and he stops. A frustrated moan releases before I can stop it.
He chuckles and palms my breast. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he sucks on it while twirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, sending shock waves straight to my pussy.
I mewl and rake my fingers through his hair, my breath heavy. Isaac tries to keep his movement controlled and calculated, but I can see that control fading. His jaw tenses and his chest falls and rises with uneven breaths.
His eyes are glossed over and intense as they stare into mine. I gaze up at him and part my lips. I’m not sure what compels me to do this, but I grab his hand and bring his fingers to my mouth. Taking both fingers that were just inside me, I wrap my tongue around them, sucking off my own arousal
His eyes close and a deep moan travels up his throat.
When he opens his eyes and his gaze meets mine again, there’s something fierce and unguarded.
“Fuck it.” Isaac pins my arms above my head with one hand, careful not to pin my good arm under my cast. He adjusts my hips with his other so that he is positioned at my entrance.
When he looks at me, it isn’t just desire that I see. It is choice. It is certainty. And for the first time in my life, I feel wanted. Like I am the first choice and not the back up.
“Please, Isaac.” I whimper.
Before I know it, he’s pushing inside me. There’s a burning sensation from the way he stretches me. The pain deliciously replaced with pleasure as he goes deeper. His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate and cautious.
Every inch of him spreading me pushes me closer and closer to my climax. The sound of our bodies coming together drown out the sound of the water cascading around us. My pulse quickens and my breath picks up as I feel that familiar sensation gathering low in my stomach.
“You feel so fucking good baby girl.” Isaac moans as he thrusts harder. His words sink into me, and they are just what I needed to push me over the edge. The dam breaks and a loud moan escapes from me as stars dance across my vision.
Isaac silences my pleasure with his mouth, quickening his pace. His grip on my waist tightens and he stills when he reaches his climax, filling me with his cum.
My body slumps against the wall and Isaac releases my hands, wrapping them around his neck. He sits us on the floor with my legs still wrapped around his waist. I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes, listening to his heartbeat slow.
“You did so good, Mi Vida.” He whispers in approval. “Just relax and let me take care of the rest.”
Isaac unwraps my legs from his waist and turns me away from him, so that I am leaning against his chest. Grabbing the body wash from the shelf beside us, he squeezes the liquid into his hands. A familiar scent hits me as he lathers the soap between them.
Returning the bottle to the shelf, he begins to lather my skin, the scent confirming it is the same kind of body wash I use at my house. His touch is soft and reverent as he moves over me, unhurried.
Carefully, he runs his hands over my breasts, down my soft stomach and between my thighs. Cleaning and rinsing away everything until there’s nothing left but the warmth of the water and him.
My body melts into his when he takes the shampoo and begins massaging my scalp next. He is careful not to be too rough on the ends of my hair and only conditions the bottom half. The water has turned cold by now, and is icy against my skin, but I am unfazed.
Isaac quickly rinses me off and then turns off the water, standing us up and grabbing a towel from outside, wrapping it around his waist. He wraps me in a warm towel and then carries me to his bedroom, sitting me at the end of his bed.
Taking my towel off, I squeeze the excess water from my hair.
“You didn’t have to carry me all the way over here.
” I rise from the bed, standing in front of him with nothing to cover myself.
“I'll finish getting ready for bed and see you in the morning.” I’m suddenly feeling extremely shy and vulnerable and cover myself with my towel again.
I don’t usually just hang out naked like this.
“You’ve got to be fucking insane if you think you’re going to be sleeping anywhere but my bed tonight, Serena.” Isaac takes off his towel and slips under the comforter. “You’re not going to need your towel or your clothes.” He lifts the comforter next to him, waiting. “Come here.”
I grip the hem of the towel before releasing it, dropping it to the floor and sliding in beside him. His body heat warms me as I lay my head on his chest.
My wet hair clings to my back, making the sheet underneath me wet. Before I know it, my body relaxes into Isaac, almost as if I always belonged there. My eyelids grow heavy, and as I drift off to sleep, I’m surrounded by his scent and his arms wrapped securely around me.