by Skye Jordan
Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkled up at him as if to say, You’re damn right I am.
He wanted to give her free access to him, let her lead and see where she took them. But that wasn’t why he’d brought her on this secluded rendezvous. And he was pretty damn sure he would go home blue-balled for his efforts to teach princess Ava a valuable lesson.
Isaac stroked his free hand up her belly and over her chest, pausing to cup and squeeze one breast. Man, it had been way too long since he’d had his hands on a woman. Ava’s lids dipped, and she sighed. That was when he lifted his hand from her breast and closed it around her throat.
She gasped, and her eyes opened wide with the first flash of fear. When her hand circled his wrist, he let the moment linger. Let the fear sting her eyes. Gave it time to sink into her belly. A visceral memory he wanted to stick. “You’ve let a stranger take you into the middle of nowhere to get fucked.” He spoke quietly but kept a hard edge in his voice. “Do you have a death wish?”
Isaac shifted his hand from her throat to her jaw and held her firmly. She curled her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away, but she took the last step toward him and pressed her body against his. “There are no guarantees in life. I could die crossing a Manhattan street tomorrow. Katie knows I’m with you, and I’m in the mood to step out of my safe little box, which has turned out to be more like a cell. Safety, risk—they’re just smoke and mirrors.”
There were far too many buried double meanings there to untangle. He pressed his thumb against her lower lip again, dragging her mouth open and sliding his fingers back into the wet heat. Ava put her tongue to work, licking and stroking. Watching the oral power struggle added weight to his gut. His cock throbbed. Her nails dug into his sides, turning up the fire between his legs.
“Where’d a girl like you learn to use her mouth like this?”
Her answer came in another stroke of her tongue and tight, hard suction. He pulled his fingers free, trailed the wetness over her jaw, down her neck, then her chest, and stroked her nipple beneath her lace bra. Ava sucked a breath and arched toward his touch.
He released her abruptly, giving her a little push. She fell a step back, staring at him in confusion. But she didn’t tell him to take her back to her friend at the bar. Didn’t reach for her clothes.
Isaac turned his back and wandered toward his bike, rubbing a hand down his face. She was going to be a tougher nut than he thought.
He turned and rested his ass on the seat of his bike. With his hands flanking his hips, he set his feet and met her gaze. “Come here.”
She hesitated. Took a breath. And started forward.
When she stopped he ordered, “Open my jeans.”
Her eyes were dark, her chest rocking with quick breaths as she stepped between his legs. She worked the button open, then the zipper. Without hesitation, she pushed his briefs aside and stroked his cock. Pleasure burned beneath her hand and exploded through his hips.
Isaac choked back a groan and gritted his teeth. He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Knees,” he ordered, his voice gravelly with lust. “Suck my cock. On your knees. In the dirt.”
Ava’s hesitation shot dual streams of relief and disappointment through Isaac. Just when he was sure she’d step away, Ava dropped to her knees. Without another word of direction, without a whimper of argument, she enveloped him in her mouth like she’d been starving for cock.
Lust surged through his veins. Hot, wet pressure dragged him under. Isaac’s mind evaporated in searing pleasure. He gripped the motorcycle’s seat to hold himself steady and pushed his other hand into Ava’s hair.
“Jesus Christ,” he bit out, grasping for control. Rough sounds clawed at his throat.
She didn’t stop to take a breath, didn’t pause to stroke him with her hand, didn’t take any shortcuts. She just pushed his full length into her mouth over and over with the zealousness of a woman who strived to please. And the sight of his cock plunging into the heat of her mouth pushed him to the edge. To hold back, he took control again.
“Fucking beautiful, baby.” He fisted her hair, drawing her deeper on his cock until his head tapped her throat. “Oh yeah. Right there.”
Her sound of surprise rippled on the night air. But instead of pulling back, she adjusted to the new demand and tackled it with gusto. Isaac let go. He opened his mouth and let the sounds of pleasure rake the night. Let the tremors rack his body.
His cock in Ava Jennings’s mouth. Truly a fantasy come true. But she still had a lesson to learn: Don’t come back.
He collected his draining control, pushed both hands into her hair, and guided her deep onto his cock, searching for her limits so he could not just push them but break them. But she gripped his thighs and let him use her mouth to fuck his cock, submitting to his every demand. Nothing deterred her—not holding her steady and thrusting into her mouth. Not ordering her to swallow when he was at the back of her throat. Not fisting her hair until she made a sound of complaint.
To his frustration, Isaac discovered Ava’s will was stronger than his self-control. “I’m going to flood your fucking throat.”
Instead of pulling back to refuse, Ava moaned and sucked harder.
Holy fuck.
Isaac dropped his head back and squeezed his eyes closed. He tightened his grip in her hair and held her steady for three wild thrusts, then he pulled her off his cock as he spilled, his cum a fountain over her throat and chest while he voiced his pleasure in the darkness.
5
Ava eased back on her heels with a sense of supreme satisfaction. A sense of having pleased a virile man. The kind of man she would never have thought about approaching two weeks ago. And while she was sure Katie would have told her that she’d let him use her to get his rocks off, Ava found that fact liberating. Even…empowering.
She licked a drop of cum from her lips. He tasted sour and sweet, musky and salty. A smile crept across her face. A sense of giddiness lightened her chest. That had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and she was grateful for the alcohol that let her drop her guard enough to participate.
In the last twenty minutes, she’d rediscovered a sexuality that Matthew had stolen. His displeasure and disinterest had stripped Ava of her sexual self-confidence. This sexy, dark stranger had given it back. After feeling unwanted for months, Isaac’s white-hot desire fed her starving soul. She’d also discovered that she didn’t need to have an orgasm to enjoy sex. Sure, her body felt like a Fourth of July sparkler wishing it were a full-fledged firework, but she still experienced deep gratification from bringing Isaac pleasure.
“You’re pleased with yourself.” Isaac’s rough voice pulled her mind back to the moment.
He leaned heavily on the motorcycle, his chest rocking with quick breaths, his eyes dark and satisfied. And maybe a little surprised. But no one was more surprised than Ava.
She’d never had a man come on her like this. Hell, she’d never even had sex outdoors. She’d always imagined feeling uneasy, inhibited, fearful others would see. Now, she felt strangely comfortable in a bra, panties, and thigh-high boots. But knowing she was with a man who truly found her sexy was the biggest thrill of all.
Lifting a hand to her throat, she slid her fingers through the warm liquid painting her neck, her chest, her breasts. She should probably feel disgusted, but she didn’t. The musky scent of sex thrilled her.
“I’m pleased that I pleased you,” she told him.
Isaac’s smile grew and turned warm—and God, what a smile. This man could help her forget all about her inhibitions, her fears, her worries. He’d been right. She’d never felt so used, or so satisfied. She didn’t understand it now, but maybe she would when her alcohol buzz cleared.
She laid her hands on his knees and pushed to her feet. He gripped her hips and pulled her between his thighs, then stripped his T-shirt over his head and used it to clean up the mess he’d made. The gesture was oddly tender, warming a cold place inside her.
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He had a dusting of dark hair across his pecs and a thin trail from his belly button to his sex. Isaac was so very male. Built and bronzed. Alpha and controlling. Confident and passionate. She’d never realized how different men could be, but Isaac was Matthew’s complete opposite.
Ava shook her hair out of her face and slid her hands over his hard, molded torso. “No tattoos.”
“Nope.” He balled up his tee and tossed it on the picnic table. “You know coming out here with any other guy in that bar would be dangerous.”
“I hope you’re not going to ruin this by scolding me.”
“Consider it a safety warning. They would do a lot more than fuck you.” He squeezed her waist. “They’d hurt you. Do you understand that?”
She took a slow breath, sobered by his serious concern. “I wouldn’t have come out here with anyone else in that bar. And I should point out that you may not have hurt me, but you haven’t fucked me either.”
“Yet.”
That made her heart leap. She scraped her bottom lip between her teeth and leaned into him, pressing her chest against his. “Yet.”
He slid his arms around her. His big hands warmed her back. With one forearm tight at her hips, he fingered the hair away from her face. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll let you pick a prize.”
That struck her funny. “A prize?”
He opened one of the panniers on the back of his bike and pulled out a small canvas bag. Unzipping the top, he held it open to her. “A prize.”
She couldn’t see what was inside, so she felt around. Everything was wrapped in cellophane and the sound crinkled in the night air. She tried to feel through the thin packaging, but the only familiar items were square condom packets. She grabbed one, along with something small and cylindrical.
Before she could hold it up to the moonlight, Isaac took both from her hand with a hot chuckle. “Nice. Now find a bottle.”
She pulled one from the bag, only to have Isaac snatch it before she could read the label. He popped the top, took one of her hands in his, and poured something into her palm. Something silky smooth she was sure had to be lube. Her sex clenched in anticipation, and nerves tingled along her spine.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Amazing.”
“I’d like to bathe you in it and do unspeakable things to you all night.” His dark voice held an edge of wicked desire that acted like a stroke of his hand between her legs. He tore open the packaging and the chirp of crickets filled the night once again. “But we’ll have to adjust for the setting.”
He gripped her waist, stepped out from between her and the bike, and turned, pressing his chest to her back. His fingers hooked into her panties. He gave her neck a nip with his teeth as the silk slid down her thighs and dropped to her feet. Then his hands stroked her thighs and cupped her ass. Ava’s skin prickled with pleasure, and her eyelids fell closed.
“Ready for round two?” he whispered at her ear.
Ava’s breath hitched. Her heart rate kicked up.
“This one’s for you,” he said. “Time to get some dirt under your fingernails.”
She thought she’d already done that.
“Let’s just get rid of this last little thing.” He unclasped her bra, and it fell down her arms.
And, God help her, she had nowhere to hide.
His erection fit into the low curve of her spine, and Ava arched against him. Isaac pushed a foot between hers and spread them. More cool air teased her skin. More apprehension crept into her gut. More need blossomed between her legs. Isaac pressed his chest to her back and bent her toward the bike, his teeth teasing the nape of her neck.
Her chest pressed against the leather seat, and she braced her palms on something metal. Tingles ravaged her skin. He slid his hand between her legs, and she startled at the cold touch. She laughed, then groaned as he stroked the lube over every inch of her sex. The easy slide of his hands, the tease of his fingers, the brush of cool air, the alcohol haze…all combined like a magic potion, drawing her into an erotic fantasyland.
Whatever she’d pulled out of the bag now skated between her legs, cool, slick, and rigid. With his other hand, Isaac covered hers where it rested on the motorcycle’s seat and threaded their fingers while she rocked her hips to his touch. Her need built exponentially, and when he finally slid the toy along the crease of her ass cheeks, she moaned. Sensations exploded through her pelvis. Her sex felt heavy and achy. She needed him inside her. Needed that long shaft of heat she’d had in her mouth filling her body.
“Like the way that feels?” he asked, making smooth, tantalizing circles around the pucker of her ass.
“Makes me…” She couldn’t find the words. Her breathing picked up. Her heartbeat kicked. “Crazy.”
“Good.” He crooned his approval. “I think you’re going to like this.”
“I think I already like this.”
He pressed his face to her neck and took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea how hot you look?” he murmured against her skin. “In nothing but those fuck-me boots?”
An image of what she must look like flashed in her head, heightening the eroticism of the moment.
“You make me so fucking hot.” He skimmed kisses across her shoulders, then bit gently at the same time he breached the pucker of her backside with the toy.
The pressure surprised her. She froze and sucked in a lungful of air, unsure of this route. “Isaac—”
He pulsed the tip of the toy over and over in a slow, smooth glide, and each pass through that tight bud added another layer of pleasure.
“Jesus…” she breathed.
“What about now?” he asked. “Still like it?”
“God, yes.”
He growled approval and released her hand to wrap one arm around her waist. With his chin on her shoulder, he held her tight against him and whispered, “Let’s stretch this tight little ass.”
Little by little, each pass of the toy plunged deeper.
“Make room for my tongue, baby. I’m gonna eat you.”
A little deeper.
“That’s it, take it in.”
A little deeper.
“Rock that ass, baby.”
Ava’s entire pelvis felt full, stretched to the limit. She was on the edge of an orgasm bigger than she could fathom. She followed his every direction, his every suggestion, but still couldn’t find climax.
“You’re shaking,” he said.
“Need…” She exhaled.
“Need what, baby?” he whispered, his ear at her lips. “Tell me what you need.”
“To come.” She closed her eyes and swallowed the shame.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes opened, and irritation flared. “To come, dammit. I need to come.”
Still his hands rubbed lube over her ass, teasing her into insanity. He kissed a path down her spine, took her ass in both hands, and parted her cheeks. Then he crouched and used his tongue in place of the toy.
His mouth explored everywhere, and Ava became a woman she didn’t know. A woman who made sounds more animal than human. Who whimpered and begged and rocked her pussy into the face of a stranger. The heat, the pressure, the velvet stroke of his lips and tongue took over every conscious thought. Her only goal, to find the edge of orgasm and jump.
Then his mouth was gone, the toy was back, and before Ava could stop her brain from spinning, Isaac’s fingers pushed inside her pussy. The pressure was sudden and overwhelming. “Oh…God.”
“Oh God, that’s good?” His voice was at her ear again, his chest at her back, pinning her belly to the seat. “Oh God, don’t stop? Or oh God, too much?”
Ava ground her teeth and rocked her hips, searching for release. “Don’t stop.”
He stroked inside her again and again. “That’s just one finger. How does that feel?”
Her brain couldn’t function drowning in physical pleasure. All she could do was moan.
“Feels good t
o me. You’re so tight.”
Then he did something inside her. Deep inside her. Pleasure exploded at her core, making her arch and cry out.
“Want more?” His voice was so dark, dripping with an evil, teasing pleasure.
“Y-yes,” she choked out. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s try a two-fingered fit.” He withdrew, then pushed back in.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, he filled her until his knuckles pressed against her body. Ava had to gasp for air. Her throat wanted to close. Sensations swamped her.
“Can you imagine,” he said, his lips brushing her ear, that devilish tone sliding directly into her brain, “my cock in here?”
Ava choked on a groan.
He moved deep inside her, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until she wanted to crawl out of her skin. “I can’t wait to push inside you. All the way inside you. Then pull out and drive in again.”
He demonstrated with his hand.
“Ah God, yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop—”
He hammered his fingers deep into her body, tapping that spot that made her twist and groan and, this time, made her break. The orgasm hit her like a truck, racking her entire body. It stole her air and twisted her muscles. She felt like a rag doll he just kept slamming against a wall, but instead of pain, every hit exploded with pleasure.
She couldn’t focus. Her head swam. Her muscles gave.
Isaac tightened his arm around her waist, keeping Ava from ending up in the dirt again. She leaned into him as she fought to catch her breath and get her bearings. With his arm at her waist, Isaac swung one leg over the seat of his bike, facing backward, and pulled her into his lap.
He cupped her head and dragged her in, kissing her. The press of his lips snapped her back to the moment. Made her realize it was the first time they’d kissed—on the lips. He pushed his other hand into her hair, cradling her head as he stroked his tongue into her mouth. He was practiced and smooth, his kiss seductive even when he already knew he could have her any way he wanted.
Ava kissed him back, breathless and weak. He broke the kiss, gripped her waist, and reclined, resting against the fuel tank. When he released her to pull the condom from his pocket, Ava pressed her hands to his chest for balance. Before she caught her breath, he’d rolled on the condom. He gripped her hips and lifted her over his cock, then guided himself into her with one hand.