by K J Ellis
“Good, because I’m rock fucking hard now, and it’s all because of you and this sinful body of yours.” He leans his head down and bites the top of my right boob. That action alone lights up the fire within me, making me silently beg for more. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, not caring whether he’s left a mark on my flesh and sit myself atop of his very sexy and very muscular thighs.
His hand slides up my back making goose bumps shiver over my skin, then he starts to loosen the knots on my bikini top. First the one around my back, making my breasts drift slightly closer to him, followed by the one around my neck. It floats away from my body before Isaak throws it out the water and onto the side.
“That’s better. I need to see your tits bounce whilst I fuck you.” Placing one hand back on my waist, he uses the other to fondle my breast, gently massaging it as my nipple starts to bud. Whilst his hand is busy on my right breast, he uses his mouth on my other one. He licks, sucks and bites at my nipple before leaving it with a pop. Then he surprises me by blowing on them, making me jump a little, brushing my hot pleasure centre against his already rock hard and waiting cock. The feeling of cool air hitting my over-sensitive buds is so overwhelming it causes a gasp to slip from my mouth and my head to roll back.
“Oh, God... Please,” I practically beg him.
“No, it’s just me, Sweetcheeks.”
I lift my head back up and see the smirk he’s wearing.
“Oh, shut up and fuck me.”
“Don’t you worry, that’s what I intend to do.” He lifts me up off his legs so he can pull his shorts down slightly to free himself. Then he proceeds to move my bikini bottoms to the side. Using the pad of his thumb he makes a circular motion over my clit, setting my body alight, the burn now taking over my entire body. Just when he starts to increase the pressure making my legs quiver, he stops and inserts two fingers into my throbbing pussy, moving them in and out again a couple of times.
“I need to be inside you, Remme.” With that he’s lifting me back up so I can wrap my legs around him again, digging my heels into his butt cheeks. He lines himself up at my entrance and without any warning, he thrusts forward, hard.
“Shit, Remme. You’re so tight I can feel you milking me dry already.” He continues with his brutal movement, setting an intimate rhythm. My heartbeat begins to speed up and I cling onto his shoulders with all my might, my head thrown back. I need more. My hips have a mind of their own and start rocking into him. As much as I enjoy the control he has on my body, the building of my climax comes over me before he stops my hips with his hands and pounds into me vigorously. The whole time he places kisses all over my neck and behind my ears.
“Kiss me, Isaak.” It’s not a request. I tilt my head towards him and lock my lips with his awaiting ones. The kiss is messy, wet, and uncontrolled, unlike the force of him going full throttle on me.
“Rem, I don’t think I can hold on much longer. I can feel you gripping me. It feels so fucking good,” he says between kisses.
“Don’t stop…” I pant. I’m getting close myself, so much so that my whole-body shakes and my movements become erratic and clumsy again. I bury my face into Isaak’s neck to try my mute my screams of ecstasy—we are outside after all. When that doesn’t work, I find myself sinking my teeth into the top of his shoulder. I hear him hiss out in pain, but he doesn’t stop. He increases the speed and pressure, and the next thing I know he’s whispering in my ear.
“Let go, Remme. Fuck...scream my name.”
And I do just that. I fully let go and reach my climax at the same time as Isaak, both of us flying high and not ready to come back down just yet.
“I could never get enough of you Sweetcheeks, or the sound of my name falling from your lips. I could stay like this with you forever.” He rests his forehead against mine as we both get our breathing back under control.
“Me, too, but unfortunately we can’t stay inside the pool forever. Plus, I skipped lunch, so you need to feed me.”
“I could feed you something that will make you extremely full.” He grinds his dick onto me and laughs.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” He winks. The stuff that slips through his lip is making me fall that little bit more for him. It’s melting my heart.
When you look at Isaak you wouldn’t think he was capable of smooth-talking anyone. He does me, and he does it so well.
I love the fact that he saves it all for me and me only.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Isaak
Not an hour later, I’ve fed Remme and I don’t just mean food. No sooner does she have an empty plate in front of her, she is bent over the kitchen unit, fully naked this time. The sight of her bending over and her arse in full view is enough to tip me over the edge, filling her with my cum for a second time.
“Do you really have to leave? Can’t you stay here tonight, as you’re coming back in the morning anyway? I could have my wicked way with you all night long then,” I ask her playfully, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
“As much as I wanna say yes, I can’t. I have some paperwork I need to catch up and I need to nip in work.”
I can tell by how she’s looking at me that I’m not going to win, so I give up trying.
She’s already making her way towards the front door, but before she gets the chance to open it, I have her pinned up against the wall, as I run my fingers along her jaw, softly stroking her cheek.
“Message me later, yeah.” I’m not asking, I’m telling.
“I will when I get home.” She gives me a quick kiss, but it doesn’t last as long as I want it to before she’s pushing at my chest to move me away.
As soon as the doors are open, the sound of voices shouting up at us from the gate erupts, causing Remme to slam back into my chest.
“Fuck, I forgot they were outside. I’ll walk you to your car.” I give her a gentle push to get her moving forward again, as I grab the fob that opens the gate.
“I can’t believe they’re still out here,” she says, full of bewilderment.
I’m so glad I went upstairs and got her one of my T-shirts and a pair of jogging bottoms. They were a bit baggy on the hips for her but my girl styled it out by turning over the waist to help them fit better. The thought of her walking back outside in her bikini and see-through dress all but made me see red. I have to say though, Rem looks fucking desirable in my clothes. It makes me hard just by looking at her wearing them.
“They normally leave me alone at the house. They only ever come here before a fight or if someone has sprouted lies and they want a reply.” I say close to her ear so she can hear me.
I hook my arm over her shoulder and pull her close to me, trying my best to shield her from view.
I can just about make out some of the photographers asking endless blunt questions.
Who’s your new friend?
What happened to Shantel Matthews?
Why the change of clothes?
Will we be seeing more of you two together?
Whether Remme can hear them or not I don’t know as she’s giving nothing away.
“Keep walking, Rem, and keep your head down.” I guide her towards her car. She fumbles in her bag trying to locate her car keys, luckily finding them just as we reach the car. I move out of her way so she can climb in.
“They’re never going to leave us, alone are they?” she asks, a hint of sadness in her voice.
I drop my head down towards the ground for a second before I answer. I don’t want to lie to her or sugar-coat it.
“This is my fault, Sweetcheeks. I’ll try and sort it,” I admit openly.
She rolls the window down before she shuts the door.
I lean into her through the window, resting my elbows on the roof of her car. “It was partly because of my fucked-up obsession with you from day one, that I had you working from here instead of your place of work. I wasn’t thinking. And like I said, I didn
’t think they would come here.” I shake my head slowly. I’m so frustrated with myself. I caused her all this anxiety. All because I wanted to get in her fucking knickers. Now look, what’s happening.
She reaches out of the car to grab my cheek, giving me no choice but to look at her.
“This is not your fault, Isaak, and if I’m being honest... I kinda like the fact people will know you’re no longer on the market. Let’s face it, they would have found out about us eventually.”
I can’t hide the sly smile that creeps up my face. “I don’t think we would have reached this point if your training sessions had been at Proflex,” she adds.
“Well, there is that, but still, I’ll try and sort it out so they can’t follow you around or turn up outside your house waiting to pounce.” Poor choice of words, as her eyes almost pop out of her head. “Like I said, I’ll sort it, Sweetcheeks.”
She’s still got the palm of her hand on my cheek, and I don’t think she realises, but she’s giving the paparazzi exactly what they are after. They now have the pictures they need to print a story, whether it’s the right one or not, they clearly don’t care.
She sticks her head out of the car window to take a quick peek.
“You do know you’re giving them ammunition, right?” I tell her.
“Well, looks like the cat is out of the bag now. There isn’t anything I can do about it.” She shrugs her shoulders and removes her hand from my face. I miss the connection already.
“Why don’t we give them something to really talk about?” I say winking at her.
“Oh, God. Why am I getting the feeling you’re going to get me into trouble, Isaak?”
She’s apprehensive, but she’s wearing a smile still.
“Because it possibly could, but it would be so worth it,” I tease.
“Okay…”
“Don’t slap me.” I move my hand down from the rooftop and reach around the back of her neck and gently but urgently pull her face towards mine.
“Isaak, wh…” I don’t give her time to question my actions. I fuse our mouths together and kiss her with everything I have, pouring my heart and soul into it. She opens up her mouth ever so softly, offering me more. We let your mouths duel and dance together until we’re both gasping for breath. When I pull my lips from hers, her eyes are still firmly shut.
“Wow. You’re making me not wanna leave, Isaak.” She finally opens her eyes and lets me see the beautiful bright orbs shining back at me, so much still unspoken.
“You could always come back inside for round three,” I say cheekily.
“As much as I would love that, I need to get going.” She turns the key in the ignition and starts the car up.
“Wind your window up before you go through the gate, Sweetcheeks,” I tell her, as I lean away from her door.
“I will do. Speak to you later?”
I give my head a stern nod. She smiles and drives off towards the gate. Slipping my hand into my shorts pocket, I click the button to open the gates, waiting until she’s through, out of sight and more importantly safely away from the paparazzi before I reclose them.
I’m restless and angry as I walk back into my house. I fucking hate the fact that the bastards have been outside my house for the past couple hours.
I decide to head out for the rest of the afternoon, going to the only place I know will calm my every nerve: Owen’s gym; my second home. There’s no other place that benefits from an upbeat ambiance more than a gym.
I get my arse into gear and get changed as I’m still only in a pair of shorts. Then, I jump in my Audi R8 and fire the beast up.
Ten minutes later, I'm walking towards the glass door. Owen sees me the second I cross over the threshold, so I head over to where he’s lazily leaning up against a pillar, which is situated by the main desk as soon as you walk into the gym.
For the first time in months, I find myself taking in my surroundings. The first thing to hit me is the smell. Considering it’s a gym it always smells fresh and clean with a hint of citrus. Music is playing through speakers that helps the members get more pumped up during their workouts. There’s the sound of metal rattling against metal from the far side of the gym where the punching bags are hanging from the ceiling by the chains, mixed with the pounding of boxing gloves as they land on their target, whatever that may be.
The boxing ring situated at the back of the gym is calling to me. It’s in my nature that when I see a ring, I need to be in it. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible. That thought alone should put me on a right downward spiral, but I’ve surprised myself with the fact that I’m wearing a genuine smile on my face.
As I walk further inside the building, I glance at one of the walls covered with photograph upon photograph—mainly of myself winning each and every belt of my entire boxing career. There are a few others hanging up of some other professional boxers like Mike Tyson, Muhammad Ali, and Floyd Mayweather to name a few.
I still can't believe I'm up there with them. To this day, I find it strange yet empowering that other people categorise me in the same league as these boxers. It inspires me each and every single day of my boxing career to succeed and better myself. Knowing that I am or have inspired others, is a feeling I will never be able to comprehend. It's also part of the reason why I decided to help Owen open his gym up two years ago.
Reminiscing now over, I head over to Owen.
“What's up, my man,” he sings as I approach him.
I tap his hand with mine then bring him towards me for a man hug.
“Hey, I've just finished up with Remme,” I tell him as he takes a step back.
“I bet you did, you dirty dog.” He laughs, punching me in the arm playfully.
“Is sex the only thing that’s ever on your mind,” I joke.
“Pretty much, yeah.” He shrugs not delving into it any deeper. Then he flicks his head towards the stairs at the back of the gym where his office is located. Owen speaks to a few people milling around or working out as he strides confidently past them. I nod my head at Devon, who's manning the desk out front, as she throws a wave my way. Reaching the top of the stairs to his makeshift office, I walk past him through the door and he shuts it gently behind us.
The space he has up here is wasted: it’s a massive loft the entire length and width of the gym downstairs. All he seems to be using it for is office and storage space, which he has empty rooms downstairs for.
“What’s up Owen?”
He walks around me over to the desk and reaches down into the drawer for something. The whole time, he’s silent.
“While you're here, sign this for me.” He grabs a brown folder out and drops it on the table. It lands in front of me, the right way around for me to see. I look over to him as he slides down in the massive black leather seat—what I like to call his bucket seat. It reminds me of the one my dad used to have in his office when I was younger.
“What's this?” I ask clearly dumbfounded. I open it up, scanning the pages inside. It's still not clear to me what it's all about.
“The contract for this place. I had it all drawn up a few months back but with the fight and everything that happened, I never got around to getting you to sign it,” he states.
I'm raging on the inside, but I don't let it show. I understand why he's doing it, but like a hundred times before, I want to tell him we don't need it. Once again, I open the folder and find the page he wants me to sign. Reading through it at rapid speed, I see more than enough, not needing to read the rest. I quickly slam the folder closed again, only this time it's with a lot more force. I'm not signing it, there's no point.
“Are you fucking joking me, Owen? Seriously?” I cast my head down to him, he's staring up at me like a deer in headlights.
“No, Isaak, I'm deadly fucking serious, and you're not leaving this office until you sign on that mother fucking dotted line. Sign the damn contract,” he yells at me bluntly.
I don't understa
nd why he's making a big deal out of it. Have I missed something where my best mate is concerned? He’s acting out of character. This is so unlike him. He’s usually the happy-go-lucky guy out of the two of us, but the way he’s acting now…. Well, fuck, this isn’t the Owen I know.
“There is no way you will get me to sign it, Owen. I helped you start the gym, that's all. The rest was down to you making it a success. I had absolutely nothing to do with any of that,” I yell back, stating the facts. I’m completely fucking baffled at the way Owen’s personality has drastically changed.
“Yeah, but regardless of that, Isaak, you put half the money into this gym and there is nothing in writing about that. This is what the contract’s for. You said you would be a silent partner, that was our deal, Isaak.”
That was the deal we originally made, he's right about that, but why now? I know it’s not my place to ask, but come to think of it, he never did tell me where he got his half of the money from. I just fucking hope he went the right way about it. The gym is making money, so I can’t see that being a problem, even if he had the money from a loan shark. Regardless, that still doesn’t explain his current mood or his deluded demands.
“Look, Owen, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it's not happening. You’ve made the gym what it is, so you don’t need me as a silent anything anymore. So, can we just drop it, at least for now?” I plead with him, hoping he leaves it.
I see his shoulders dip in defeat as he lets out a deep sigh.
“Isaak, there’s a reason I want your name on the books. I’m not dismissing your wishes. I wouldn’t ask this of you if I didn’t think it was necessary.” He has a look in his eyes that’s telling me he has more to say. I get the feeling he’s about to drop an almighty bombshell on me.
“What you not telling me, Owen? I can tell by looking at you, you have something you wanna get off your chest. For fuck’s sake, Owen, just tell me.” I stand tall, waiting for him to divulge the information.
He goes to open his mouth but doesn't get the chance to speak. The door to his office is swung open. I turn my full body around so I'm facing the door, wondering who the fuck would just barge in here unannounced, but I don't get the chance to do anything as I hear the sweet melody of a voice I’ve come to admire. Only when I hear a perturbed tone lingering at the back of her throat do I really start to pay attention. She has tears swimming down her face, and she is shaking like a leaf. There are so many questions I want to ask.