by Sophia Gray
Isaac laughed. It was a deep laugh, a belly laugh, a laugh that rumbled through the room. “I know,” he said, shaking his head. “I know. That’s the same kind of shit I’ve been dealing with,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s exactly what I’ve had on my plate for the past few weeks. It’s like these guys don’t get that I’m in charge, that they have to listen to me.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s for their own goddamn good and yet they’re bent on ripping the club apart.”
I swallowed hard. I'd never imagined Isaac and me to have the same kinds of problems, especially now, all these years later. For a moment, I wanted to tell him the truth. The whole truth: Val's plan, Jessica's assault…and my true identity. But I zipped my lips closed without saying a thing.
“So,” Isaac said lazily. He grinned at me and my stomach fluttered. “What exactly have you been doing? Sneaking around doing recon for your club?”
I swallowed again and narrowed my eyes. “What the fuck kind of question is that?” I snapped. “You think I’m nosing around here for something for my club?”
Isaac chuckled. “Something like that,” he said. His eyes glowed intensely and I shivered, feeling overcome with lust. “What have you been doing, Stephanie?”
I glared at him. “I haven’t been doing shit,” I said. “And furthermore, even if I had been doing something, I’m a goddamn free woman. I can do whatever I want, and you can’t stop me.”
Isaac came closer and my heart thumped against the walls of my chest. “Is that so?” he asked in a low, weighted voice. “So, you’re a free woman, are you?”
I nodded, my resolve weakening by the second. When Isaac was this close, I felt like I couldn’t control my own goddamn body.
“Of course,” I snarled.
“Well then,” Isaac said. The tension crackled between us and I felt myself getting lost in his eyes with each passing second. “I don’t know what to say, Stephanie.” He stepped closer and my eyes tracked his every movement, focusing on his muscular arms and hands. “I really don’t know what to do.”
“What are you talking about?” My voice came out breathy and hot with lust.
Seconds passed where we just stared at each other. Isaac was so close that I could smell the faint whiff of tobacco and whiskey on his breath. Before I knew what was happening, he’d wrapped me in his arms and we were kissing.
It wasn’t like before. It wasn’t anything like before. Isaac’s lips were rough and desperate, pressing against mine like I was the oxygen he needed. I moaned softly as Isaac twisted his hands into my black hair, yanking my head back and covering my neck and throat with passionate kisses. As desire rose in my body like a flame, I wrapped my arms around Isaac’s neck and pulled him closer. When Isaac slipped his tongue into my mouth, I thought I’d die of happiness and lust. Being this close to him again was rocking my world. As we kissed harder, I felt sweat break out all over my body. My heart was thumping and the place between my legs was growing damp and moist. I could feel my wetness trickling out of me, smearing all over my panties as Isaac’s kisses grew hungrier with each passing second.
"Oh God," Isaac groaned. He pulled away and looked at me. Lust and passion blazed in his eyes, making them look black with desire. He shuddered and reached out, stroking a hand down the front of my shirt. As his fingers connected with my rock-hard nipples, I moaned loudly, never breaking eye contact with Isaac. I shivered as his hands slipped under my shirt and tugged it over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up.
The air inside the bedroom was slightly cool and goose bumps broke out over my skin as Isaac tossed my shirt to the side. He swallowed hungrily at the sight of my bare breasts looming before him, and I barely had to move before his mouth was fastened on one of my nipples, licking and sucking until I was moaning in ecstasy. It felt so good; it had never felt like this. Not even before, not even when we were in love. I closed my eyes and rolled my head, crying Isaac’s name until my throat was hoarse. Between my legs was a sodden mass as Isaac’s tongue wriggled over my breasts, lavishing attention on my nipples and the soft curve of skin underneath. As his fingers dragged down my back, I shuddered and pressed my body against Isaac, desperate for more of his delicious, fiery touch.
“God, Isaac, touch me,” I moaned as I slipped my hands under Isaac’s shirt and pulled it over his head. I had to stop and gasp at his muscular chest, taking in every scar, every tattoo. He looked different than he had as a boy. Even though Isaac had always been ripped and toned, his body had a hard quality now that nineteen-year-olds just didn’t possess. I moaned as I stroked my hands down his skin. He was surprisingly soft; I’d expected him to feel strong and rough, like his looks.
“That feels good,” Isaac groaned in a strained voice as I slipped my hands under the waistband of his pants. Remembering Val and the blowjobs she’d given to the Russians, I felt another burst of shame at how I’d fingered myself and watched. Well, maybe tonight I can have both, I thought suddenly. As I tugged Isaac’s pants down and made him step out of them, I stared at the size of his massive erection. Even through his briefs, I could tell that he was extremely well hung. I moaned as Isaac pinched and tweaked my nipples.
“Are you just gonna stare at it?” Isaac’s cocky voice sent shivers through my body. I rubbed his cock, first softly, then a little harder, through the material of his underwear. Isaac closed his eyes and threw his head back. His skin was hot and I could see blood rising to the surface, indicating how turned on he was. As I tugged his briefs down, Isaac groaned in anticipation.
Naked, he was beautiful. He was like Adonis. I shuddered as I ran my hands down Isaac’s muscular thighs that were covered in little blond hairs. He flexed his legs and I shivered at the feel of his powerful muscles moving in my hands. His cock bobbed in front of my face and impulsively, I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. Isaac groaned and looked down at me. Without breaking eye contact, I took the first couple inches of him into my mouth and sucked lightly. Isaac groaned again as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to pump up and down, creating a vacuum with my hands. Against my touch, Isaac’s cock was soft as rose petals. I loved the salty, musky tang of him in my mouth as I maneuvered over the head of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive area on the base. Isaac tangled his fingers in my hair and thrust in my mouth. As I continued to work the shaft, spit dripped out of my mouth and landed on my breasts. The wet touch reminded me of earlier and with a slight blush on my cheeks, I reached my free hand down between my legs. My knees were spread and my labia were parted, exposing my pussy and ass to the cool air of the room. When my fingers made contact with my clit I gasped on Isaac’s cock, choking forward and taking the whole erection into my mouth and down my throat. Isaac chuckled as he gazed down at me.
“That is so fucking hot,” Isaac mumbled. His cry was heated with desire and lust. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I could only moan in response as I rubbed my fingers frantically over my swollen, soaked clit while bobbing my head on Isaac’s cock. I shivered as pleasure raced and swirled through my body. My clit began to feel like the center of the universe, radiating hot, sensual joy through every nerve, every cell. When I could feel my orgasm building, I shoved my hips in the same rhythm of my hand and increased my strokes on Isaac's cock. Just as I was about to come, Isaac pushed me backward. The motion caught me unaware and I tumbled onto my back, legs splayed in the air.
Isaac stood over me, grinning. “Stay like that,” he said. “Stay exactly like that.” I shuddered as I watched him get down on his knees and nuzzle the inside of my thigh. Wiping my damp hand on the bed, I tangled my fingers in Isaac’s hair and gasped as he began to crawl towards me in slow, controlled movements.
"Isaac," I moaned, writhing around on my back. Underneath me, the duvet felt as soft as a cloud. "Isaac, I want you so much!"
Isaac chuckled, sending a tremor of pleasure and lust through my body. The feel of his warm breath on my bare, sensitive skin was enough to ignite a giant p
assion inside of me and I rolled around, desperate to feel his touch and mouth against my pussy. When he finally slipped two fingers inside of me, I gasped. Isaac fastened his mouth on my clit and began to suck, gently at first, then more intensely. Pleasure swirled through my body and I couldn't stop myself from lifting my hips off the bed and grinding into Isaac's face with wild abandon.
“God,” I moaned, closing my eyes and tugging on Isaac’s scalp. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, please,” I murmured. Isaac’s tongue began flicking over my clit and I thrust my hips up in the air as the sensation rocketed through my body. As he wriggled his fingers inside of me, I groaned, anticipating how good his cock would feel when it ripped me apart. Just as I was about to come for the first time, Isaac pulled away.
The cessation of pleasure felt almost painful. My clit was thumping hard and my crotch was soaking wet. Isaac grinned at me as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“So,” Isaac said in a low, sensual voice. “You want me, Stephanie?”
Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, until our foreheads were touching. This close, Isaac’s eyes looked a dark pit into his soul. The intimacy felt too startling and I had to close my eyes and swallow hard.
“Just fuck me,” I mumbled. “Please. I need you.”
Isaac’s cock slid into my pussy, making me gasp. As always, he was a perfect fit. It almost hurt for a moment but when he was all the way inside, it felt delicious and perfect. I opened my eyes and ground my hips against Isaac’s pelvis, wrapping my legs around his waist so that his pubic bone would press against my clit every time he thrust inside of me. Isaac groaned and began to rock his hips. He moved slowly at first, then faster and more passionately. Our bodies ground and moved together and with every inch of his cock that slid inside of me, I felt my face get hotter and hotter with lust. Isaac was grunting and thrusting hard against me when I felt my lower belly start to cramp deliciously. He grabbed my wrists together with one hand and held them over my head, pounding into me as he never had before. The sensation was so intense that tears leaked out of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks. Isaac raised his body above mine and used his free hand to fondle my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples between his fingers until I was crying hoarsely with pleasure. The feelings and sensations moving around my body felt so incredible that I knew I couldn’t take any more, I was going to come.
Leaning close, I bit Isaac's earlobe and shoved my tongue inside his ear. He groaned and shivered, rubbing his body against mine. The sensation of his muscles pressing against my soft skin made me sigh with happiness and his long even thrusts slowly built me up to a powerful orgasm.
“God,” I moaned into Isaac’s ear. “God, Isaac, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
Isaac grunted in reply. He kept my hands pinned over my head but lay down on top of me until our chests were pressed together. The muscles in my thighs were aching but the burning pleasure in my clit was growing hotter by the second. Everything in my body was tingling; even my hair felt amazing. As Isaac's strong chest rubbed against my nipples, I cried out and writhed underneath of him. Sweat broke out all over Isaac's body and I rubbed his back with both hands, twisting and moaning with the insatiable lust that had somehow overtaken me and my senses.
Isaac gasped and his body tensed. As every muscle in his strong torso clenched and relaxed, I could feel his cock gushing cum inside my sopping pussy. The sensation of him coming inside me was thrilling and dangerous, and I threw my head back and let my own orgasm roll over me like a truck. The sensation felt like someone was gripping me between my legs and it got stronger and stronger until my pleasure was a white-hot speck of light in my lower belly. Then, it broke and I felt it radiate throughout my body in strong waves. My clit throbbed as the powerful sensation overtook all of my senses. Everything was Isaac: his feel, his taste, his touch.
When it was over, we lay still like that for a moment, still locked together. I could feel my pussy clamping around Isaac’s cock; when he slid out of me, it was almost painful. The bed beneath us was soaked with sweat, cum, and my juices and I rolled onto my side and glanced at the muscular man whose heart I’d broken so many years before.
“That was incredible,” I murmured. “God, I needed that.”
Isaac didn’t reply. He swallowed hard and sat up, wiping his forehead with an equally sweaty hand. He glanced at the floor and then finally turned back around, staring at me intensely. “Did you know that was going to happen?”
“No,” I said truthfully. But I hoped that it would, I added in my mind, not breaking eye contact.
Isaac nodded, almost as if somehow, he’d managed to hear me. “Me neither,” Isaac said. He let out a long sigh. “I’m going downstairs to get some water. You need anything?”
I shook my head. Now that the lust and passion had been exorcized from my body, I felt almost shy around him again. When I realized Isaac was staring at my tits, I pulled the sheet over my body.
“It’s not fair to look at me like that,” I teased. “You know we’re probably never gonna fuck again like that. You can’t stare at something you don’t own.”
Isaac raised his eyebrows. I thought he was going to laugh and make a joke but instead, he lowered himself down on the bed and crawled towards my face. “I can do anything I want,” Isaac said in a low growl. He kissed me passionately, gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. Pleasure and lust spiked in my body as I smelled my own musky pussy juice coating his lips. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out and gently licked Isaac clean. The act itself was enough to turn me on again, and I shivered as Isaac pulled away.
“Now,” Isaac said with a charming, cocky grin. “I said I’m going downstairs. But I think I’ll get a beer instead of some water. You want one?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled. “Thanks.”
I couldn't tear my eyes away from Isaac's hard, toned body as he got dressed. He left the room in a pair of jeans and no shirt, his muscular torso rippling like a bodybuilder's. I shivered, but not because of the cold. Pulling the duvet and sheet down, I crawled into bed. A yawn suddenly hit me and I closed my eyes, turning out the light and laying in the darkness.
Maybe I can just nap for a little while. He’ll be right back. There’s no harm in a little sleep, right?
Chapter Eighteen
Isaac
Once I was downstairs, I almost forgot about Stephanie and the amazing fuck we’d just had.
Key word: almost.
Her musky scent was still clinging to my lips and fingers as I made my way through the crowd, towards the bar. Nick and TJ were sitting there and drinking as Minnie watched. The band was winding down and most everyone else had gone home for the night, but these guys were still there. Of course, they were.
“Hey,” Nick greeted me.
For a moment, there was no sign that anything was amiss. I felt a little guilty; it was already too easy to forget about Kyle. And I knew I'd have to worry about him on Saturday after we got him back. But I still had to make the call whether or not to kick him out of Jungle’s Thorns, and that was going to take more energy than I had at the moment. It had been months since I'd been laid that good, and I just wanted to savor the moment. I may not be the type to cuddle after fucking, but something about Stephanie had really tired me out.
“Hey,” I said back in a laconic voice as I slid onto a neighboring stool. “I’ve been upstairs.”
“Yeah,” Nick said with a smirk. He pointed towards Minnie and she winked in our direction. “She told me.” He laughed. “You get some pussy, man?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” I couldn’t help smirking, too. Stephanie was the hottest chick I’d ever banged, even if there was something familiar about her. I didn’t know if our paths would ever cross again but I wouldn’t turn her down. Her pussy had been sweet and her body had been sweeter. I’d loved the way she’d cried out for more, the way she’d rubbed herself against me to get off. There were few things I loved more than making a
woman come, but watching a woman get herself off during sex had to be one of them. I loved being with confident girls, the kind of girl who knew what it would take to make her orgasm. I’d slept with too many women who expected me to do all the damn work. Stephanie hadn’t been like that; she’d been eager from the very beginning.
“Congrats,” Nick said. He gave me a smug look as he downed a beer. “I wanna get laid, too, it’s been a few weeks. You up for passing your woman?”
“Ha,” I said. “No fuckin’ way. Get your own pussy, asshole.”
TJ leaned in. “What’s this I hear about pussy?”
Rolling my eyes, I turned towards him. “Nick’s a lazy fuck who wants to bang my leftovers,” I said. “Why are you guys still up?”
