by Katie Ashley
She raked her nails up my calves and over my knees. When she got below my hip where my skin became puckered and pitted, I shuttered my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to read the pity or revulsion in her eyes. I hated myself for being so vain. I should’ve been glad to be alive and not so fucking shallow. I’d dreaded this moment with any woman, but for some reason, I loathed it with Isabel. Maybe it was because I already felt damaged emotionally in her eyes and I wanted to appear physically perfect, to be the Adonis she thought I was.
At the feel of her soft lips on one of my scars, my eyes shot open and I jerked my head down.
Isabel’s gaze flickered to mine as she pressed a trail of tender kisses down my skin. If there was ever a moment I knew I was in love with her, it was then.
I bit down on my lip to keep from blurting it out. Since we weren’t remotely close to voicing that sentiment, I knew now was not the time, especially not with her on her knees about to give me a blow job.
After tenderly attending to my scars, her fingers came up to grip the waistband of my boxers. Slowly, she slid them down, sending my cock springing forward. At the look that flared in Isabel’s eyes, I could tell she was impressed, which once again made me feel like a god among men.
After she gripped my cock in her hand, Isabel dipped her head. When she flicked her tongue against the tip, I threw my head back and groaned. She continued mercilessly teasing me by licking my dick like it was a fucking popsicle. She’d flatten her tongue against the root and then lick up to the top, and it was glorious torture.
Pressing my erection against my stomach, she then nipped and sucked at my balls before alternating sucking them into her mouth. Damn, this woman was good. My hips were already bucking, and she’d yet to even take me into her mouth yet. Of course, at the rate I was going, I might just blow my load the moment that happened.
Thankfully, when she slid her lips over me, I managed not to come immediately. Instead, I focused on the warmth of Isabel’s mouth. Slowly, she took me as far as she could before she slid me out. Then she began to bob up and down on my cock while working me with her hand.
“Oh fuck, Isabel,” I grunted. When she glanced up at me, the gleam in her eyes told me she was loving torturing me. After a few more pumps of her hand and mouth, I felt my balls tightening. “I’m going to come,” I muttered through gritted teeth. I tried to push her away, but she remained firm. “You’ve got to stop.”
She gave a quick jerk of her head, signaling she was going to see this through. The fact that she was willing to take all of me was my undoing.
“Isabel!” I groaned before I came.
Just like with everything in her life, Isabel gave one hundred and ten percent. After I’d come down from the fucking mountaintop, I glanced down to see her licking me clean. When she finished, she rocked back on her knees.
“That was…” I shook my head as the words escaped me. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a laugh.
“You weren’t worried to do all that?”
She flashed me a wicked grin. “Your life insurance file came to my office—I know you passed your STD tests with flying colors.”
I snorted. “Thank God for insurance file mishaps.”
“For the record, I’m clean as well.” Just as I was about to do a victory dance at the thought of riding bareback, Isabel killed my dreams. “But I’m not on any birth control right now.”
“Okay, I can deal with that.” The mention of birth control had me thinking of being inside her, which I wanted more than anything in the world. Gripping her arms, I pulled her up off the floor. Now it was her turn to be worshipped. “Take your hair down,” I commanded.
Without a word, Isabel undid the knot at the back of her neck, sending her long red hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Beautiful.” A smile curved on her lips at my compliment, and my hands then swept around her back to unzip her dress. My thumbs lingered a bit at the zipper, brushing across her silky skin. Once her dress was unzipped, I pushed it off her shoulders. It slid to pool on the floor like a whisper, leaving Isabel in a sexy white bustier and panties. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured as I took her in.
A flush bloomed on Isabel’s pale skin. “Really?”
“Surely you know that.”
“I like hearing it.” She licked her lips. “Especially from you.”
“Then I’ll say it again.” One of my hands came to cup her cheek while the other slid slowly down her neck. “You. Are. So Fucking. Sexy.”
“Thank you, Thorn,” she whispered.
As my hands came to take her breasts out of the bustier, I grinned. “Of course, these I’m familiar with.”
Isabel giggled. “How well I remember.”
“It’s me who remembers. Every day for the last few months, I’ve recalled exactly how they felt and what they looked like.”
“You have?” Isabel asked as her brows shot up.
“Yes, and I realize I’m a dirty bastard for thinking about your tits.” When my thumb circled one of her nipples, Isabel gasped.
“I like that you thought about me.”
“Even though I knew what they looked like and felt like, I didn’t know what they tasted like.”
Isabel’s eyes flared as I dipped my head to suck one of the hardened points into my mouth. Her hands came to my hair as she sighed with pleasure. After flicking my tongue over her nipple, I brushed my teeth across it, causing her to jerk at the strands of my hair. If she was this responsive with her breasts, I couldn’t wait to see what it was like when I touched her pussy.
After kissing a wet trail over to her other breast, I teased and tasted the nipple, causing it to pucker beneath my lips. One of my free hands dipped between Isabel’s legs, and at the contact of my fingers to her clit, she cried out and swiveled her hips against my hand. When I slipped one finger inside, I found her drenched for me.
Once I added another finger, I began to pump them inside of her. Isabel’s breaths came in harsh pants as her hips moved against my hand for friction. Considering how wet she was, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I sent her over the edge. As my thumb rubbed against her clit, I thrust my fingers harder and faster inside her.
Isabel’s hands moved from my hair to grip my shoulders. She pumped her hips furiously against my fingers before throwing her head back and a shriek of pleasure escaped her lips as her walls convulsed around my fingers. “Yes, Thorn!” she cried as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
As she started to come down, I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my lips. Damn, she tasted good. I wanted nothing more than to bury my mouth in her pussy, but with my cock already painfully erect, I knew I would have to save that for next time.
I eased Isabel back onto the bed. “Don’t move,” I instructed.
“Are you kidding? After that orgasm, I couldn’t walk if I tried.”
With a chuckle, I grabbed my wallet out of my jeans and fished a condom out. After ripping open the wrapper, I slid it on before joining Isabel on the bed. When I positioned myself between her thighs, I rubbed the ridge of my erection against her clit, causing her to moan. I dipped my head to kiss her mouth and her neck.
“Please, Thorn,” Isabel murmured.
Her begging was my undoing. After guiding my cock to her core, my eyes locked with hers. Since I knew it had been a while for her, I didn’t just drive right into her. Instead, I slowly slid inside, inch by inch. Isabel bit down on her lip as her slick, tight walls took my dick in.
“Are you okay?”
A lazy, almost satisfied smile lit up her face. “I’m wonderful.”
I returned her smile. “You feel fucking wonderful.”
“I could say the same thing to you.”
As I rocked slowly back out of her, I said, “Just tell me how you want me to take you.”
“I’ll take anything you give me.”
I groaned. “Now there’s an invitation.” Withdrawing my cock, I
then thrust it back inside her, causing us both to hiss with pleasure. As I set up a slow, languid rhythm, Isabel’s hands came to slide up and down my back. Our tongues tangled together the same way our arms and legs did.
Once I knew she was ready to take all of me, I pulled out. After arranging her legs flush against my chest, I plunged back into her. “Oh God, Thorn!” she cried as she twisted the sheets with her fingers.
The position was fucking amazing since I was able to go deeper than before. I began to slam in and out of Isabel, her hands moving from the sheets to grip my forearms. Her cries of pleasure fueled me on to pump faster and harder.
When her walls began tightening around my cock, I pulled out again. Isabel mewled in frustration, her frantic gaze meeting mine. Rolling her over, I brought her up onto all fours, and my palm reached to smack her ass before I slammed back inside of her. As I began to manically thrust into her, I dipped one of my hands to tease her clit. Isabel moaned and buried her face in the mattress.
This time when she started to come, I let her go over the edge, and the sounds of her orgasm sent a rush of pleasure through me. With Isabel’s walls clenching my dick like a vise, I let myself go over the edge as well. Barking a string of curses, I came, completing the best sexual experience of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Thorn
Post-fucking bliss was the only phrase I could think of to sum up my current mood. Talk about being rewarded for going without. Sex with Isabel was everything I had imagined it would be and more. I couldn’t remember when I’d come so hard. If I’d been a smoker, I would have lit up not one but two cigarettes.
Flipping over on my side, I stared at Isabel. She was on her back with her gaze on the ceiling, and she appeared just as ravaged as I was. “Hey,” I murmured.
Her head turned on the pillow to look at me. “Hey,” she replied.
I smiled. “Can I be honest with you for a minute?”
Isabel’s eyes widened as a horrified expression came over her face. “Oh God, you hate the way I give head?”
I blinked at her. “What? No.”
“I’m too vocal.”
“God, no.”
“I’m—”
I brought my hand over her mouth to quiet her. “Would you stop?”
“Not until I know what I’m doing wrong.”
“Nothing. There’s not one damn thing you’re doing wrong. Pretty much everything you do is fucking amazing.”
“It is?”
“Uh, yeah. I thought I was pretty vocal in my appreciation.”
“You were.”
“Then why did you think you’d done something wrong?”
She fiddled with the spread. “You got all serious and said you wanted to be honest with me.”
“So you automatically assumed I thought you were lacking in bed?”
“Maybe.”
“Seriously, Isabel?”
“Haaaaa,” she muttered while breathing into her hand.
“What the hell are you doing now?”
“Checking my breath.”
“What for?”
“To make sure it doesn’t smell bad.”
“Isabel!” I growled.
She held up her hands. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry for being neurotic.”
Shaking my head, I mused, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so unhinged.”
“I’m much more comfortable in the boardroom than in the bedroom.” What the fuck? How did this beautiful woman before me think she wasn’t a goddess in the bedroom?
“You have no reason to be.” I placed my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “Believe me when I say you are a master in both the boardroom and the bedroom.”
Disbelief flickered in her eyes. “I am?”
“Yes, you are. That was what I had planned to say before you went on your neurotic rant.”
After nibbling on her bottom lip, she countered, “Maybe it’s been so long for you that you don’t remember what really good sex is?”
With a roll of my eyes, I said, “Please tell me you’re not insinuating that after going so long without sex, your pussy could have blinded me from the truth?”
She laughed. “Maybe.”
“Babe, I might’ve gone almost a year without sex, but I know good when I experience it.” I pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Man, I’d like to get a hold of the douchebag who did a number on your head.
“I wouldn’t necessarily say it was the work of one specific man, more like my own neuroses trying to determine why things haven’t worked out long term for me when it comes to relationships.”
“It’s their loss, not yours.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
When she tried to stifle a yawn, I laughed. “Am I boring you?”
“Never, it’s just been a big day.”
“It has.” I stared her in the eyes. “A fucking wonderful day.”
“Are you going to stay the night?” she questioned, almost in a whisper.
“Do you want me to?”
“Part of me says you should leave so no one discovers us, but the other part of me wants to wake up with you in the morning.”
“I feel the same way—well, except for the part about us being discovered. I only care about that because you do. I’d be happy to walk out of here naked right now.”
Isabel’s eyes widened in horror. “You wouldn’t actually do that, would you?”
I laughed. “No. I wouldn’t want to run the risk of my mother or sister seeing me naked.”
“Just when I think you can’t get any more infuriating, you go and say something like that,” Isabel huffed before she turned away from me.
“Fine, I wouldn’t do it because I know it would upset you—how’s that?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Much better.”
“Does that mean I can stay?”
“Yes, but only if you promise to spoon me.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Flannery.”
“And I always win, Mr. Callahan.”
“Is that a challenge?”
She grinned at me. “Maybe.”
“Then I accept.”
I slid in behind her, and between the wedding and our nocturnal exertions, I fell asleep almost immediately. Of course, I also think the warmth of Isabel’s body against mine helped a bit.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Isabel
Holy shit. There was a man on top of me, but it wasn’t just any man—it was Thorn. HOLY SHIT! flashed in my mind again. Thorn and I had sex. Thorn and I had really good sex—like exceptional, off-the charts sex…mind-blowing, life-changing sex.
As I reminisced about what had transpired after the wedding, a flush entered my cheeks and between my legs, but it wasn’t just the sex I remembered. When my fingers came to touch my swollen lips, I remembered our beautiful first kiss under the trees. While fireworks had gone off above us, we’d experienced some fireworks of our own.
I gazed down at Thorn’s blond head resting on my chest. His warm breath fanned across my skin, causing goose bumps to pop up along my skin. I could’ve stayed in that moment forever, but my bladder screamed in agony for release. Gently, I eased out from under him and rolled over to the edge of the mattress.
When I flicked on the light in the bathroom, I jumped back at my appearance. Thank God I’d woken up before Thorn. The last thing I wanted him seeing was me looking like a crazed raccoon with my leftover eye makeup, not to mention the fact that I had some serious sex hair.
After relieving my bladder, I washed my face and then brushed the morning breath out of my mouth. I sprayed some product in my hair to try to tame my mane, and when I was finished, I looked infinitely better.
When I opened the door, Thorn was standing before me in all his naked glory, and I shrieked in surprise. Dammit. I had hoped to slink back into bed unnoticed—you know, give Thorn the impression I woke up looking like I did at the moment.
“I thought you were asleep,” I croaked as I rubbed my chest.
“I was, then some buzzing sound woke me up.” He grinned as he ran a hand through his own bed hair. “I had hopes it was a sex toy.”
I laughed. “It was my electric toothbrush.”
“Bummer.” He reached over to pull me toward him. “I was going to offer my services in its place.”
“Just because I wasn’t using a vibrator doesn’t mean you can’t service me.” A wicked look flashed in Thorn’s eyes before he dropped to his knees in front of me. “Oh my,” I murmured as he pushed open my robe’s lapels. When I’d mentioned him servicing me, I hadn’t expected this kind of service. At the same time, I wasn’t going to protest.
Gripping my thighs, Thorn pushed them apart for better access. When he licked his lips, a shudder went through me. He then dipped his head to tongue my center.
With a gasp of pleasure, my fingers went to the strands of his hair. As he began lapping my now slickened core, I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure. His oral skills were exceptionally good. He wasn’t one of those men who did a few licks and sucks before moving on. No, Thorn went for the gold by using his tongue and even his teeth. He made quick work of making me come.
“Oh God, oh Thorn!” I shrieked as I practically saw stars in front of me from the pleasure.
Thorn pulled me down beside him on the rug. “Don’t move,” he instructed.
Still blissed out from my orgasm, I nodded slightly. With lazy eyes, I watched as he walked back over to the nightstand where his wallet was. As he took out another condom, I snorted. “What?” he asked as he walked back over to me.
“For a guy who hasn’t gotten any in the last year, you’re awfully prepared.”
