by Shandi Boyes
Isaac remains quiet, but I can hear his teeth gnawing as he contemplates her request. I told him about my confrontation with Clara at the boutique. He was beyond furious, the angriest I’ve ever seen him. It was such an incredibly arousing experience, I should probably thank Clara for her devious act as my night was filled with memories I’ll treasure for years to come.
Isaac peers into my eyes, requesting my opinion. He smirks an appreciative grin when I nod. As much as I dislike Clara, I need to learn how to control my green-eyed monster. Women are drawn to Isaac like moths to a flame, so stuff like this will be a regular occurrence during our marriage.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He kisses my temple before gesturing for Clara to follow him. My heart warms when he stays in eyesight, knowing it will appease my jealousy.
“So, I’m guessing you’re officially resigning from the FBI?”
I raise my eyes to Harlow. “Yeah. I already have.”
Her brows scrunch, clearly confused.
“I may have emailed my resignation to Alex this afternoon.”
She slaps my arm, laughing. “Izzy, that’s worse than breaking up with someone via a text message.”
“I know.” I grimace. “But I couldn’t face him. He arrived at Isaac’s house the other day, right during…” I make a face that will express the words my mouth is failing to articulate. “He heard me orgasm,” I whisper the last word to ensure the people gathered around us can’t hear.
Harlow grins and waggles her brows. “He probably went home and stroked one out.”
I rib her with my elbow, mortified, while praying Regan didn’t overhear her. She acts like she’s not bothered by anything Alex does, but I know it’s all an act. I’ve seen the way the vein in her neck flutters anytime he is near. She has it bad for him. I get it, Alex is an extremely handsome man, but I’m also confused.
After darting my eyes around the space to ensure Regan is nowhere in sight, I tilt closer to Harlow’s side. “You wouldn’t say that if you saw Regan and Alex side by side. It’s like staring at a solar eclipse.”
Harlow stares into the distance. “Actually, I could imagine that. It’d be like watching Barbie and Ken mating.”
Our girlie giggles simmer when Cormack’s younger brother, Colby, saunters toward us. He looks dashing in a fitted, pinstriped black suit with a dusty pink dress shirt underneath. With no tie and the top two buttons undone, he has a group of ladies eagerly vying for his attention. He winks and smiles at them as he continues his efficient steps to us. His hair has grown longer since I last saw him, and his physique is more built, but he’s the same roguishly handsome boy I met months ago.
“Harlow, looking as ravishing as ever.”
“Colby,” she greets back, bumping him with her hip.
When he shifts his gaze to me, I greet him with a smile. “Hey, Colby.”
After a prolonged rake of my body, he wolf whistles. “If only Cate arrived after I had whipped it out and peed on your leg.”
I grin at his cheeky banter before adding to my greeting with a kiss to his cheek and a hug. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Prove it. Dance with me,” he whispers in my ear.
Once I inch back, I drift my eyes to Isaac. He isn’t looking at me, but I can tell he’s noticed Colby’s presence. He doesn’t hide his jealousy well.
“Come on, Izzy, one dance. We won’t even get sand between our toes this time.” Colby steps in the way of my view of Isaac to offer me the crook of his arm. “I’ll even keep my hands above your waist at all times.”
I smile, remembering the fun day we spent together at his beachside residence months ago. With that in mind, I raise my finger into the air. “One dance, but if your hands go anywhere near my ass, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
He gasps, faking virtue. It isn’t a feature he can pull off. Giggling, I loop my arm around his before walking to the makeshift dance floor on the edge of the space. It’s surprisingly bustling with a few dozen people eager to burn off the calories in the spiked punch.
Any awkward too-close-for-comfort feelings are avoided, more due to the music having a club vibe than a gala event. Colby also maintains an appropriate distance, more than happy to let his impressive dance swoon every single lady in the vicinity.
Not long after, we’re joined by Harlow, Cormack, and Cate. We bob and weave around the dancefloor dancing like our veins are primed with more than one shot of tequila. The air soon becomes sticky with muggy dampness since the air conditioning can’t accommodate so many people in the one space.
While lifting my sweat-drenched hair off my neck, I scan the area seeking Isaac. I sense his presence before I see him. The air in my lungs tapers out slowly as the hairs on my nape prickle. All the fibers in my body magnetize when his arms curl around my waist, and he crowds his body to my back. I lean into him deeper before cranking my neck up to glance at him. I'm taken back when his gaze doesn’t reflect the jealousy I was anticipating. All I see is hunger, and it isn’t a hankering for food.
Energy surges through my body, enticed by the beat of the music and the seductive dance moves of Isaac. Sweat mists my body, making me a hot, sticky mess, but I love every second of it. My excitement intensifies when I catch sight of Hugo dancing with Peta. I rib Isaac with my elbow before motioning my head toward Hugo. A grin forms on his mouth before his gaze shifts down to me. When I twirl around, wanting to dance with him face to face, the heat in the room reaches roasting point. Having his handsome face so close is almost too much.
We dance in our own little bubble since no one is brave enough to risk elbowing a man with a fierce reputation like Isaac’s. It increases the intimacy between us, making it as electric as when we dance beneath the sheets.
As the club hits boom out of the speakers, Isaac and I get closer and closer. When I sling my arms around his neck, he cups my ass cheeks and pulls me flush against him. Our dance moves become more provocative—daring. My boldness is enticed by the rock beneath his zipper. We're dressed like we're attending a ritzy event, but we're sweaty and grinding against each other like horny teenagers in a gritty nightclub.
He grinds his erection against me, knowing there's only the smallest scrap of lace between him and my bare sex. He suffocates the moans vibrating my lips with his salivating mouth. His tongue makes love to my mouth in rhythm to the music thumping around us. I drink him in, absorbing and cherishing every plunge of his tongue, nip of his teeth, and the delicious taste of his lips.
By the time he pulls back, my head is spinning, blitzed by his intoxicating kiss. “Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay a little longer?”
I grab the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer. “Take me home. After we christen the backseat of the stretch limousine.”
He smirks a devilishly wicked smile that has my insides quivering in anticipation.
Chapter 20
Isabelle
I press my thighs together, vainly striving to simmer the intense pulse between my legs as Isaac secures the privacy partition of the limousine into place. Once it’s locked in, he begins unknotting my favorite tie. The air in my lungs snags when his darkened gaze strays to mine. Gone is the caring, devoted fiancé who was wining and dining our friends earlier this evening, replaced by the dominant lover who not only governs his empire with notable command but also rules my body with the same amount of authority.
“Take your dress off but leave your shoes on.”
With shaking hands, I do as requested with ease due to the additional room in the stretch limousine. Isaac’s eyes remain fixed on mine as he undoes his cufflinks and removes his suit jacket. My nipples tighten when he leisurely unbuttons his white dress shirt, revealing his smooth, tanned skin.
Once his shirt is removed, he slides across the bench seat until our thighs are butted against each other. His pupils are massive, and his trousers are struggling to contain his mouth-watering erection. “Lace your fingers together.”
Pleas
ure glides through me, tightening my nipples more when he binds my hands with his dark blue tie.
“If this becomes too much, you say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Like a safe word?” I ask when I remember all the books I’ve read over the years about needing a safe word when you're doing bondage and submission.
“No, Isabelle. If you want me to stop, ask me to stop, and I’ll stop.” His dark eyes lock on mine. “No safe words required. Okay?”
I lick my scorched lips that dried from his heated gaze. “Okay.”
His seductive smirk has my insides purring.
“Scoot halfway down the bench, lie down, then raise your arms above your head.”
My damp skin clings to the leather seat when I move into the position he’s requesting. My breasts thrust high when I raise my arms above my head. When he crouches onto the floor next to me to secure the loose end of the tie around the door handle, my skin turns a hue of pink. I’m not embarrassed, I’m incredibly aroused.
I squirm when he guides his index finger down my arm, past my chest, then over the peaked buds of my nipples. “So beautiful.”
He fondles my heavy breasts, kneading and caressing them with precise dedication. Once he has my nipples stiff and begging to feel the warmth of his mouth, his gaze drops to stare unashamedly at my pussy. “Spread your legs.”
I loosen my clenched thighs before sweeping them open.
“Wider.”
He places his hands on my inner thighs and pries them apart until one of my legs dangles off the seat while the other is pushed against the leather backrest. Usually, I'd feel exposed in a pose like this, but from the avid gleam in Isaac’s eyes, my vulnerability is disregarded just as quickly as my clothes were.
My thighs shake when he runs his index finger through the folds of my pussy. He coats his finger with my arousal before sliding it inside. The walls of my vagina clench around him, loving how full I feel even with it just being his finger.
When his finger stops a mere millimeter from the sweet spot inside of me, I thrust up my hips, demanding more.
“Patience, Isabelle.”
A shiver jolts down my spine from the deep rasp of his voice.
As his thumb hovers above my throbbing clit, his eyes command my attention. When he gets them, he says, “If your eyes leave mine, I'll remove all contact. Do you understand?”
I nod, my body thrilled and ravenous, dying for him to touch me, mark me, and claim me.
“Say it, Isabelle.”
“Yes. I understand.”
The urge to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when his spare hand thrusts my sex onto his mouth so he can suck my swollen clit. I buck against him when his tongue dips deep inside, tasting me around his stationary finger. The leisured pace of his tongue is already driving me wild, so imagine how crazy it gets when his motionless finger begins thrusting at the same slow pace.
He takes his time, building my pleasure with every perfect stroke of his finger and lash of his tongue, devouring me as only he ever has.
“Whose pussy is this, Isabelle? Who does it belong to?” The vibration of his deep voice against my pussy lips makes my clit ache.
“You.” My voice is hoarse since it’s been strangled by lust. “It belongs to you.”
My thigh muscles tense when he nips my clit before his tongue soothes the arousing sting. After devouring me for several core-clenching minutes, his head lifts, and his dark eyes stare into mine. They’re beaming with the jealousy I expected earlier.
The darkness clouding his eyes deepens when he licks his lips, tasting the evidence of my excitement on his mouth. “Did you forget who it belonged to when you were dancing with Colby?”
Strands of my hair cling to my sweaty neck when I shake my head, denying his statement. I gasp when his finger re-enters me deeper until he finds the sweet spot inside. The walls of my pussy clench around his finger, greedily fucking his digit as my race to climax kicks up a notch. He’s abandoned his earlier pace. Now he’s finger-fucking me without restraint.
“You danced with him with your pussy bare, begging it to be touched, fucked, consumed.”
“I danced with him… as a friend. He didn’t… touch me,” I say between pants of breath.
He quickens his thrust, making my vision hazy and my stomach quiver in anticipation. A low, growling moan builds deep within my chest when his thumb grinds down on my oversensitive clit. He flicks it three times, bringing me within an inch of the finish line.
“He wants to touch you, Isabelle. He wants to fuck you, to have you bare and naked in front of him like you are now.”
My brain is too clouded by the intense orgasm building to form a response. I’m too far gone chasing my climax to formulate words, much less an entire sentence. I’m so close to falling, one foot is already off the ledge, so you can imagine my anger when Isaac suddenly withdraws his fingers from my clenching sex.
My inner vixen screams vulgarities at the top of her lungs as my heavy eyelids flutter open. Isaac is staring down at me with his jaw set in a hard line and his nostrils flaring. It’s a panty-drenching visual that almost finishes what his fingers started.
“Do you want to fuck Colby? Are you wishing it was him between your legs right now?”
“No, never,” I respond breathlessly. “I’ll never want anyone but you. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. I’ll only ever want you.”
His jaw stays set, but the relentless tick inflicting it decreases. “That’s right. You're mine. Every inch of you is mine.”
I nod. With my shrewdness blinded by lust, I'd agree to anything right now.
Isaac grins, pleased by my agreeing gesture before unfastening the button of his trousers and sliding down his zipper. My mouth waters when he fists his rock-hard shaft to give it a long stroke. The veins on his cock are bulging, and his knob is glistening with pre-cum. He's the thickest I’ve ever seen him. I lick my lips while staring unashamedly at the awe-inspiring vision in front of me.
“Do you want to taste me, Isabelle?”
I eagerly nod. “Please.”
He lengthens his strokes until the tip of his cock is swollen and covered with a sticky goodness that has my mouth salivating. After gliding his thumb over the crest gathering the large bead of pre-cum gathered there, he rubs it on my top lip.
“My lips.”
I moan when his thumb dips inside my mouth. My tongue glides over his thumb, lapping up any liquid remaining before I suck down hard. My core tightens when a deep growl escapes Isaac’s mouth, turned on by my frisky tease.
I increase the power of my sucks, teasing him as he earlier taunted me.
“Always greedy.”
“Yes, but only for you. I love tasting you,” I babble through his thumb thrusting into my mouth as eagerly as his cock usually fucks me.
Pleasure clusters in my core when he changes his position, so his gorgeous cock is displayed in front of me. “Tilt your head to the side,” he instructs. “I’m going to fuck your greedy mouth before I fuck your even more ravenous pussy.”
I press my ear against the black leather seat, then open my mouth. My lips burn to accommodate the girth of his cock when he plunges it inside. Since my hands are bound above my head, he guides the pace of his pumps. While his hand strokes the section of his cock that can’t fit in my mouth, I suck, nip, and lick the rest. He tastes so good—sweet, salty, and one hundred percent Isaac.
A whimper vibrates his cock when his spare hand returns to teasing my clit. He rubs it and strokes it until my thighs quake.
“I want you to come with me,” he commands a short time later, his voice showing he's close to achieving release.
“Me and you, together, always.”
His hips buck when my tongue flicks the sensitive slit in his cock, lapping up every drop of his arousal. Sweat mists my forehead when he rocks his hips, fucking my mouth in a rhythm that matches his fingers plunging in my pussy. I suck harder, drawing him in deeper as excitement builds low in my
womb.
“That’s it, baby, suck me dry.”
His cock muffles my screams when he circles his thumb over my clit. It’s the final push I need to reach climax. As my sex clenches around his fingers, spurts of cum missile out of his cock. Tasting him while riding the craziness of an orgasm adds to its intensity, skyrocketing it to a level I’ve never experienced before. My mind is overloaded, dangerously spiraling out of control in a lust-filled frenzy.
After his cum slides down to my gut, I lick my lips, gathering any spilled drops the withdrawal of his cock causes. Smirking, he rubs a bead of cum into my lips before jerking up his chin. “Now it’s time to fuck your greedy pussy. To remind you who it belongs to.”
A girly squeal seeps from my lips when he flips me over, so one of my knees is on the leather seat while the other rests on the floor. My face, which is mashed to the leather seat, loves the coolness of the material on my flushed skin. He thrusts my ass high into the air, leaving me open and exposed, and incredibly turned on before he undoes his tie from the door.
“Hands behind your back.”
Anticipation scuttles through me when he teethers my hands behind my back. The climax I’m slowly climbing down from rebuilds when he braces the crown of his cock against the opening of my slit.
“Same rules, Isabelle. If you need me to stop, ask me, and I’ll stop.”
When I nod, indicating that I understand, an animalistic growl zooms out of my parched mouth. He hilted me with one quick thrust, filling me to the very brim. After gathering my wrists with one hand, he tilts back, ramming another inch of his cock inside me. I moan an inaudible groan, loving being the fullest I’ve ever been.
He uses my tied wrists as a tether to yank me back as he thrusts his hips forward, making the slams of his cock even more intense. The cabin of the limousine turns roasting as skin slapping skin is the only noise heard for the next several minutes.
When I crank my neck back, my breath hitches. His sweat-drenched muscles are tensing with every pump he does. It’s a glorious visual that has my knees fighting not to meet. When he catches my admiring glance, his pumps become harder, more carnal, almost uncontrolled. He screws me with everything he has, fucking me like an out-of-control beast, ensuring I’ll never forget being claimed by him.
