Chapter 16 #2
I lead her over to one of the daybeds built into the wall, where the curtains are still open.
One side of the little room has a deep bed fixed to the wall.
There’s a table in the middle with shelves stocked with lube, condoms, and water bottles, and there’s a bench seat lining the other wall.
I move to the back, shutting the curtain to stop observers from the other side, then come back to the bar side, closing that curtain as well.
The lighting is dim and intimate, the space warm as we’re closed within the confines.
You can still hear the music as it mixes with the sounds of couples occupying the spaces nearby.
I sit down on the bench, spreading my legs to lean back and take her in.
“Take a seat.” I gesture to the bed behind her. The way she follows my instructions has my cock begging to be let out. “Since we’re observing tonight, I figure we should make it worth our while.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“You watch me get off, and I’ll watch you.” I can see from here the way she swallows, her chest rising at my suggestion. “Or we go back to the bar.” I shrug.
She chews on her lip, a knee bouncing as she considers my offer.
Since I met Isabelle, she’s surprised me.
She was the most unexpected thing to walk into my life, and she proves it further when she stands and walks over to me.
Stopping between my spread thighs, she slowly turns, giving me her back, or better yet, her perfectly round arse.
“Could you get my zipper?” she says over her shoulder.
Shit. Is she getting naked? I didn’t think this plan through. I’m not thinking anything through here tonight. What the fuck happened to keeping myself away from her? Oh, right, this gnawing fucking feeling that won’t leave me alone that tells me there’s something about her I shouldn’t ignore.
I pride myself on control, and this woman tests that to the very limits. My dick tents in my jeans, and I have to clench my fists before I lean forward and let them rest on her hips.
I take a breath before bringing a hand to the top of her zipper, pulling it down and revealing her porcelain skin, inch by inch.
Leaning back against the chair, I’m bewitched as I watch the fabric drop down her body, exposing her bare back and pale pink underwear.
Isabelle looks over her shoulder before slowly stepping away from me, heading back to the bed on the other side of the small space.
My fists clench when she turns around, granting me my first look at her breasts.
Creamy skin and rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.
My eyes roam further down her torso, and I spot the little butterfly tattoo she mentioned when we were in Royal Harbour.
Simple black linework, inked right in that spot where her pelvis meets her thigh.
She slowly lowers down into her seat. “Do I get to see you?”
My hands move to my belt, pulling the tails free from the buckle, then I pop the button on my jeans and lower the zipper.
Isabelle’s eyes stay fixed to the spot, her chest heaving as I reach into my briefs and pull out my hard, straining dick. The way her eyes widen as they take in the five barbells decorating the underside of my cock has me feeling smug as fuck.
She gasps. “So you do have more.”
“What was that?” I ask as I ease my hand up and down my length with relaxed ease, when in reality my heart is thrashing.
She shakes her head, eyes still focused on where I’m touching myself. “Nothing.”
I don’t know what she remembers about Royal Harbour, but I remember everything.
“Are you joining me? Or are you just going to watch?” I ask.
She bites her lip, her thighs rubbing together, and the move has my hand squeezing tighter.
“What should I do?”
“Lean back, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”
Leaning onto her hands, she drags her body further back on the daybed so she can rest against the wall. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, her feet still wearing her heels as they come to rest against the cushion, splaying herself open for me.
I continue jerking myself slowly as she hooks her fingers in the side of her underwear and pulls the fabric back.
“Fuck.” How am I meant to sit here and not touch her when she offers me the most perfect pussy? I want my hands and mouth all over her. I want to sink my cock so deep inside her, feel the warm walls of her pussy choking me. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
One hand keeps her underwear pulled aside as the other touches her nipples, gently twisting and pinching, before moving down her ribs and stomach. I keep my grip firm, running my fingers over every barbell as my eyes shift between her face and her hand.
When she reaches her clit, she gasps but keeps her hand there. Using two fingers, she rubs slow, steady circles. Her eyes flutter closed.
“Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”
They fly open, the blue burning bright with lust. The pale skin of her chest turns pink as it rises and falls, and we continue to stare at each other.
I pin my lip under my teeth as my hand starts to pick up speed. I’ve had a fair amount of hand jobs, given myself most of them, but it’s never felt like this. I don’t think I’ve had sex that felt as good as what my own hand does when I’m watching Isabelle touch herself.
My gaze continues to move between her face and hand when she whimpers and starts working harder and faster over her clit.
“Is that what gets you off when you’re by yourself?” I ask her, my words raw as they pass through gritted teeth.
She shakes her head. “It never feels this good,” she pants.
“Bet I could make you feel even better.”
Her head drops back against the wall as she moans. My thighs flex and my spine tingles. I love hearing the sounds she makes. I move my hand a little faster, holding myself firmer.
“Wouldn’t you agree, Isabelle?”
Her eyes widen, fingers hesitating. “You knew it was me?”
“Of course,” I rasp, but don’t stop moving my hand. She looks back down at where I’m working myself over, then starts massaging her clit again.
“Tell me why you came here tonight.”
She licks her lip, and I groan as my eyes roll back. “I heard you’ve been known to come here.”
Who the fuck from?
“So you were looking for me?” I ask instead, my chest feeling tight as I pant, waiting for her answer.
“Yes. And I knew who you were as soon as you sat at the bar. You’re not the only one who notices people, Grim.”
There’s the briefest tug on my lip at the use of her little nickname for me. “So look at me, Isabelle. Watch what you do to me.” My eyes are fixated on her face as I work my hand faster.
Isabelle’s eyes are zeroed in on my movements. I watch as her hand matches my speed. Her fingers are frantically rubbing her clit, and her body has slumped slightly against the bed as if she can’t even hold herself upright.
“So beautiful when you touch yourself for me,” I praise.
“I’m so close,” Isabelle cries out.
Fuck. “Come here.”
She stops immediately and stumbles over to my side of the room. I pull her down to straddle my thighs, keeping her legs wide open, her pussy pulsing so close to my cock.
I keep one hand on her hip, while the other pulls off my mask, throwing it to the other side of the room before I reach for my cock again.
“Keep touching yourself, Buttercup.”
Isabelle moves a hand to my shoulder, her fingers gripping tightly as she moves the other to her pussy. Her legs squirm over my thighs, and I can see the muscles in her stomach clench as she starts to rub her clit again.
My fist moves with no finesse as the proximity to Isabelle, the reality of having her like this, renders me senseless. My limbs start to lock up as I feel my release creeping in closer.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard, and it’s all for you, Isabelle. You get that?” I move my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her forehead down to mine. “It’s all for you,” I grit.
Her hips rock, and she cries out. “Oh god, I’m right there.”
“You’re doing so good.” I look down between us, the sight of her fiercely circling her clit, and my hand fisting my cock sets my body ablaze. Her hands brush mine as we work ourselves over, and it’s enough to have me squeezing my eyes shut and moaning for her.
“I’m gonna come, Isabelle. I need you there with me.”
She nods against my forehead and whimpers. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Gage!”
It’s my name falling from her lips that triggers my release.
My cum shoots between us and coats my dick and hand.
Isabelle throws her head back in ecstasy as her orgasms hits.
I’m engulfed in a sense of ownership as I notice some of my cum has landed on the hand she used to coax out her release.
My cock twitches, milking every drop of cum as I watch Isabelle come down.
With eyes dazed and her chest flushed, she hums out the most content little laugh. My hand still rests on the back of her neck as I collar her from behind, running my fingers up and down her overheated skin.
She blinks a few times. “I can’t believe we did that.” She chuckles.
“Did I push you too far?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I reach up and gently pull the butterfly mask off her face so I can see all of her. I run my thumb over her plump, bottom lip. “Good,” I whisper.
“Was it okay for you?”
“No,” I say, making her face fall. “It was way more than okay.” Bringing our heads together again, I brush my nose against hers.
It was redefining my fucking existence.