Scarred Beauty

by Sam Crescent

  “What are you thinking?” she asked.

  “That I’m a bastard for keeping you to myself.”

  “I like being with you. I wouldn’t be anywhere else than in your arms.”

  He felt reassured by her words. Glancing toward the window he saw darkness was well and truly upon them. Isaac was shocked when her small hands reached between them and began stroking his cock.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, holding her tight as the rapture from her touch consumed him.

  “Playing.”

  Isaac growled as she worked him. The inexperience of her touch made him lose control. He shouldn’t be responding to her touch so easily.

  “Teach me what you like, Isaac.”

  She would send him to hell, and he’d be more than happy to go wherever she wanted to send him.

  “God help me. I’ve unleashed a vixen,” he said as she turned in his arms.

  “Tell me, Isaac. What makes you hot?” She kissed his lips, her tongue going inside and meeting his. He didn’t know what had come over her, but he wasn’t going to complain. Isaac relaxed and allowed her to take over. If she wanted the reins he would be more than happy to be in her hands.

  Pulling off his shaft, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smashing her tits on his chest. He felt the pebble nipples graze and poke his chest. Thumbing the tips, he watched her fling her head back and moan from his touch.

  “That’s it. Let me hear you scream.”

  She pulled away from him. “No. This is about you getting pleasure.”

  Kissing his lips, she worked down to his neck and chest. Isaac watched as she circled his nipples with her tongue before biting down. He yelped and fought between pushing her away and holding her closer.

  “Fuck, Elle.” His nipples had never been so sensitive before. She worked down his body until she grabbed his cock and engulfed him in her mouth. “Fucking hell. Elle, you don’t have to do that, honey.”

  She came off his dick. “I want to.”

  “Why? A lot of women hate giving head.”

  “Let’s just say I was checking out some naughty sites while you left me for a week.” She gave him a wink.

  He lay back as she began sucking on his cock. Running a hand over his face, he didn’t know how he was going to survive her mouth, let alone a weekend of having her all to himself.

  ****

  Noelle held in a chuckle as he closed his eyes. He looked in pain, but every now and again she felt him jerk inside her mouth. She’d been thinking about sucking his cock ever since she’d been looking at some naughty sites. Between bed and wanting to see him they’d satisfied her curiosity. He’d licked her pussy. She wanted to know what it felt like to do the same to him.

  He was soft with his salty-sweet essence leaking on her tongue. The contrast between his soft skin and hardness surprised her. He felt powerful as she sucked him in her lips. When she grew a bit more confident she pulled him further into her mouth, taking him deeper.

  “Use your hand,” he said. Glancing up his body, he showed her where to hold him to bring him maximum pleasure. She circled his length at the base and brought her hand up to meet her mouth as she went down on him. “That’s it, baby.” He held her head in his hand as he showed her the pace that he liked.

  She moaned from her enjoyment of having him at her mercy. It was with some relief that she saw she could drive him over the edge like he did her. She suddenly held some of the power within their relationship.

  Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to what she was doing. He grew harder in her mouth as she swallowed him down, the grip in her hair tightening as she sped up the rhythm.

  “Fuck, Elle. If you don’t stop I’m going to shoot my load in your mouth. Baby, if you don’t want that then you’d better stop.”

  Noelle knew what he meant but kept on sucking and licking his cock. She wanted to give him this. If it was the only thing she could do, she wanted to do it right.

  Isaac roared as his cock kicked inside her mouth. She felt the heat of his explosion. With no time to think she swallowed down the copious amounts of his cum. He tasted salty. His hold grew tighter in her hair with the pressure of his fist.

  When his grip on her eased, she pulled off him. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she smiled at him.

  “You’re a goddess.”

  “I guess you liked what I did?”

  He pulled her roughly against him and slammed his lips down on hers. “I’m never letting you go. You’re amazing.”

  She chuckled, loving his attention until her belly grumbled alerting them to the lack of nutrition.

  “I’ve been a bad host. My lady is hungry.”

  “I can wait for food.”

  “And let you starve on me? No. I want you fit and well as you’re going to be working most of it off.” Isaac got off the bed and slapped her ass. “You should phone your friend. Let him know where you’ll be so he won’t worry.”

  Rubbing her ass, she glared at him.

  “Don’t use those little eyes on me. I know what you’re capable of.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “And I like it.”

  She couldn’t be angry with him. She loved the way he teased her. Watching his ass as he left the room, she rummaged through her clothes to find her mobile. There were no missed calls.

  He answered on the first ring when she phoned the house.

  “Hi, Brad. How did the interview go?” she asked.

  “Really well. They’ll let me know soon if I got the job.”

  “That’s really great.”

  “Yes. Anything that means I don’t have to go and ask my dad for a handout is brilliant news in my book. Where are you? It’s getting late.”

  “I don’t want you to freak out, but I’m going to be away for the whole of the weekend. Please, don’t ask questions. Just know I’m fine and healthy, and I’m happy.”

  Brad was silent on the line.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” she said.

  “No, you don’t. I don’t like this, Noelle.”

  “You don’t have to like it. I do, and I want to be here. Please, give me this weekend.”

  He was silent once again.

  “All right, but if anything happens just give me a call, and I’ll be wherever you are in a flash.”

  “I will. I promise. Have you had time to speak to Jenny?” she asked trying to divert the conversation.

  “No. We’re talking, but not about anything other than the weather and work at the café. I’ll see how it goes. Take care, Noelle.”

  “You, too.” She hung up and stared at her mobile wondering what was on his mind.

  Isaac walked back into the bedroom carrying a tray of food.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  “I think so. He’s going through a hard time at the moment.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  “He lost his job, and he doesn’t want to ask his dad for a handout. Have you ever heard of the Welch family?”

  He shrugged his shoulders with his back to her.

  “They’re supposed to be this important family, but he can’t stand them. He’s just recently got in touch with his brother. He doesn’t talk about him though. Sorry. You really don’t want to know this.”

  “No worries. Everyone needs someone to talk to. Even you.” He placed the tray on the side cupboard and helped her onto the bed. “Time to eat.” She loved his heat as he got in beside her.

  They were both still naked.

  “What do you have on that tray of goodies?” she asked.

  “I’ve got fresh fruit, cheese, bread, and of course some cheesy chips.” He picked up a strawberry and held it out for her to bite.

  She sank her teeth into the fresh fruit. Droplets of juice dripped down onto her breast.

  “A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do,” he said and then licked every last droplet of juice from her chest.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The following morning
, they lay in each other’s arms and watched the sun come up. Noelle felt like a real woman with a man in her bed. The love she had for Isaac was growing with every second she spent with him.

  “This is so beautiful,” she said.

  “Not as beautiful as you.”

  For thirty minutes they lay in the peace and quiet of a Saturday morning asthe city began to wake up.

  “I could watch this forever,” she said. The bright oranges and reds chased away the dark black of the night.

  “Would you like to remain with me forever?”

  She froze and turned to look at him. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I enjoy being with you, Elle. I could see you as being part of my life for the rest of my life.”

  “What about your other women? The female clients you see?” She bit her lip as the stab of jealousy coursed through her. The thought of another woman touching him left a bitter taste in her mouth.

  “There is no other woman and never will be. I want you and you alone, Elle.”

  “Do you promise?”

  “With my whole heart.” He hadn’t said the three words she wanted to hear.

  “I love you, Isaac.”

  He kissed her lips. Disappointed at his lack of response, she kissed him back. She wanted to hear the words come from his lips. Instead he silenced her with his own kisses.

  “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you put some coffee on?” He got out of bed and left her.

  “Great. I get to play maid.”

  She grabbed a robe and made her way into the kitchen. Setting up the percolator, she found a bag of fresh coffee beans. With the scent of fresh brewed coffee wafting through the air, she went and took a tour around the studio area of the loft.

  A fresh canvas was on the easel, and in a fit of inspiration, she found the paints and began mixing and getting everything ready. The creative muse held her captive as she put the brush to the board. She was conscious of Isaac moving around behind her. Ignoring his presence she continued to paint the scene before her eye. She didn’t need to look out of the window. She’d been watching it for thirty minutes, and she was able to capture every detail of the beauty before her.

  He placed a cup of coffee by her work station. She ignored the drink and continued working. The open space was helping her. No longer being trapped inside a room in which she kept cut off from everyone allowed her the time and space to open up. She also felt that having Isaac near her, helped in her quest.

  Finally, she pulled out of her trance and took a step back. Picking up her coffee, she took a sip and winced. It was cold and nasty-tasting.

  “That was amazing,” Isaac said from the corner of the room.

  She blushed, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “What was?”

  “Watching you paint. It was like you weren’t there but possessed by someone else. It’s beautiful as well. Could I keep it?” He got up from his chair, walking to her side.

  Staring at the painting of the sunrise she’d witnessed she felt pride with how perfectly she’d captured it.

  “Yes. It is yours.”

  “How much do you want for it? I can pay.”

  “Nothing. You can have it for free.” She kissed him on the lips feeling a great wave of peace come over her.

  “You must be hungry. It is almost lunch time.”

  Her tummy rumbled, which made them both burst out laughing. She followed him through to the kitchen. He began making her some eggs and bacon. She sat drinking coffee, enjoying the view of his ass.

  “You’re spoiling me,” she said.

  “You deserve to be spoilt.” He handed her over a plate filled with food. Buttering some bread she dove into the meal he’d produced with relish. He sat opposite her with a bigger plate full of food.

  “I love watching you eat. It’s nice to see a woman appreciating her food.”

  Noelle shrugged off his comments. She was too hungry to be offended.

  ****

  Isaac spent the rest of the day watching her paint. He loved seeing the passion rising within her. Also, while she wore his shirt, he could see her ass peeking out every time she bent over.

  He kept the coffee supplied and simply watched her. Never before had he felt so calm to be on the outside looking in on a person’s journey. She looked totally different. The scar on her face was only a minimal part of who she was as a woman. He felt happy knowing he’d helped be part of her getting over her scar. Noelle Evans was his scarred beauty. A woman with substance who he could imagine spending the rest of his life with. The loft had been a brilliant idea, one of the best he’d ever had.

  When the sun went down, he switched on the light. She placed the paintbrush down, giving him the perfect time to embrace her.

  “Sorry, I haven’t been the best company today,” she said.

  “No. The day has been perfect. You really love to paint.”

  “Yes.”

  He stared at the work on the two canvases she’d done. There was a charming sense of inexperience in the way she held the brush, which could only draw people in. Through her paintings the viewer went on a journey. He saw the catch of her work and knew she’d be a huge success if she ever wanted to expand her artistic venture.

  “You can make it up to me now,” he said as he led her through to the bedroom. He’d made the bed, but he wanted to see it ruffled again.

  Isaac stripped the shirt from her body until she stood naked before him. He removed the clothes he’d put on to observe her. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her, running his hands all over body. She was so responsive to his touch.

  Pushing her down on the bed, Isaac stared at the tight ring of her ass. He wanted to claim her in every hole. Would she let him take her ass?

  He was about to find out. Pulling the tube of lubrication out of the drawer, he coated a good amount on his hands. He wanted her to enjoy what he was about to do.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m going to make you feel good.”

  He fingered her clit as he rubbed his wet finger over the pucker of her ass. She moaned, and he kept up the touch on her nub. Using his middle finger, he pressed against her asshole and felt her immediately stiffen and move off him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want you, Elle.”

  “But you can’t go there. That’s ... wrong.”

  Isaac chuckled.

  “Baby, it’s not wrong. I swear you’ll love it.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then, I’ll stop and won’t do it again. I promise.”

  She nodded her head and went back on her knees. He saw how tense she was and knew he would have to go easy for her to enjoy it.

  Pressing his fingers against her clit, he began to press a finger on the tight ring of muscles.

  “Relax, baby. I won’t hurt you.”

  “You’re trying to shove your finger in an out hole, Isaac. How can I relax?”

  He smiled and knew he would have her screaming for more by the night was done. Pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt, he pushed his finger past her muscles. Her ass gripped him. The heat burned him. She was tight and snug, and he wanted his cock inside her.

  She moaned as she began to press back on his finger.

  “Do you like it?”

  “No.”

  “I think my woman is lying.”

  He added a second finger, watching as her ass opened up to take him. Her cream was leaking all over the place. Elle had a kinky side, which he liked.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she screamed. He smiled and bought her to an earth-shattering climax. Smearing more lubrication on his cock, he pressed the head against her ass.

  “Yes,” she said with a moan.

  “Hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  ****

  Noelle moaned as his cock pushed past her muscles and into her ass. She couldn’t believe what was happening. When he’d
tried to put his finger inside her, she’d been frightened. That fear had quickly turned to intense pleasure as the small burn of pain seemed to radiate through her body. Her clit pulsed, and before she could stop herself she was screaming for him to go deeper.

  Biting her lip, she tried to relax her body as his cock pushed inside her ass. She felt stretched as he eased inside her.

  “I’m almost inside you, baby. You feel so fucking hot.”

  She pressed her head against the blankets as he pushed in the last few inches.

  “Stop, please.”

  “I’m in, baby. You’ve got all of my cock in that tight ass.”

  She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. He stretched her completely and made her feel so full. Moaning, she squeezed every part of her as he began to slowly pull out of her.

  “No,” she protested, only to cry out as he moved back inside.

  The way he thrust inside her, slow and deep, made her weep with gratitude. If he was to pound inside her, she didn’t think she would be able to cope.

  “Do you feel all of me inside your hot ass?”

  “Yes.”

  He slapped her ass making her yelp and push back onto his hard cock.

  “Tell me what you want?” he said.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Where do you want me to fuck you?”

  She bit her lip. Saying the words would make what she was doing more real, and she couldn’t do it.

  He slapped her ass. “Say the words, Elle. Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

  “You’re fucking me,” she said.

  Another slap landed on her ass. She hated the way it made her hotter for him. The burn went straight to her clit.

  “You’re fucking my ass,” she screamed.

  He fucked her, strumming her clit as he took her ass.

  “Look at us, Elle. Watch as I fuck this ass and make it mine.”

  She lifted her head and saw their reflection in every mirror she looked. The intensity of his gaze made it hard for her to breathe. Something far deeper than fucking was occurring as he stared at her.

  “I’m inside you,” he said.

  The pleasure increased as he fingered her nub, pushing her over the edge of oblivion. Without thinking she began to fuck her ass back onto his cock, forcing him to go faster. Isaac held her with his hands at her waist as he fucked her.