Chapter Fifteen
Her pillow wasn’t familiar. Neither was the warm hand splayed over her belly.
Wait—that was familiar. The heat. The weight.
Isaac.
She stretched, feeling the pull of her muscles, the soreness between her legs. Cool air pebbled her nipples as the sheet slid down her body, and she couldn’t hold back a moan, half pleasure, half complaint. Isaac had been thorough last night, and he was definitely a breast man. Which was great because her breasts were incredibly sensitive, but then, her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Months of celibacy meant the focused attention could be felt keenly this morning, especially in her nipples.
A hard male chest pressed against her arm. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
A laugh tickled her throat, though she kept her eyes closed. “That’s not how that fairy tale works.”
Isaac nudged her head to one side, burrowed beneath the tangled strands of her hair, and then his warm lips surrounded her earlobe. A shiver shook her.
“I’d give you a more proper kiss,” he said, his voice early-morning—or was that post-sex?—rough, “but…morning.”
The laugh escaped this time. “My sexy Australian Dom has a hang-up about morning breath?”
Callused fingertips trailed over the sensitive tip of her breast, then paused to tweak it. Kennedy jumped, the pleasure-pain drawing a gasp. “It’s a hard limit, not a hang-up.”
Isaac shifted down her body, and she opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of chaotic blond hair and laughing blue eyes before he dipped his head to her breast. Harsh stubble scraped her berry-pink nipple. Her hands flew to his head, ready to force him away, when the hot wash of his breath replaced the scrape of beard. A moan escaped from deep in her throat.
“Are you complaining?” he asked right before he laved the sensitive tip with a broad sweep of his tongue.
She arched her back, pressing closer. “Not if you keep doing that.”
Isaac half covered her with the weight of his body, holding her down as he switched to the opposite breast. He took that nipple into his mouth, the tight suction almost too much to bear, sending a shaft of pleasure from breast to clit and back again. This time she dug her fingers into the silky thickness of his hair to force him closer, urging him to take in more, to give her more. When his hand pushed between her legs to stroke her clit, she couldn’t hold back a cry.
Isaac nipped at her breast, jolting her with the sharp bite of pleasure. “This is going to be a better wake-up call than coffee, I promise.”
She widened her legs and tilted her pelvis into his hand. “Promise?”
Two fingers invaded her already slick channel. Kennedy hissed at the fullness—thick fingers, her body swollen from last night—but urged him forward too. The tight fit rasped nerve endings begging for relief, and Isaac gave her exactly what she needed, a hard, heavy rhythm that shot her arousal into the stratosphere in mere seconds.
She threw her head back. “Isaac, please!”
With a growl, he switched breasts. When the sharp edges of his teeth surrounded her nipple and bit down lightly, her entire body clenched, shook, seized.
Isaac was staring down at her, a totally male look of satisfaction on his face, when she finally surfaced. She couldn’t resist teasing him.
“I don’t think you kept your promise,” she said, letting her eyes slide closed again.
“What?”
His offended tone got one eyelid open. She chuckled at the look on his face. “I don’t feel awake at all. In fact”—she turned on her side and cuddled against him—“can’t we just go back to sleep?”
He slid the sheet down her body and, when her ass was bare, gave it a firm smack. “Is that better?”
“Hey!” She rubbed at the offended body part, but the bubble of happiness practically choking her refused to allow her to pretend offense for more than a few moments. “I thought you weren’t into all that spanking and stuff.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m definitely into spanking and stuff. I just like to tie you up first.”
They lay just like that, heads on the same pillow, staring into each other’s eyes, for the longest time. She knew she should move, get up, do anything to protect herself from the feeling of sinking deep inside him where few people were probably ever allowed to go, but she couldn’t. She was losing herself, and she didn’t want to stop.
“Isaac…”
“Kennedy.” He lifted her hand from his chest and brought it to his face, cupping his own over it to press her closer. “Tell me what you thought about last night.”
His voice had dropped into what she was starting to think of as his Dom register, that commanding tone that curled her toes and made her want to fall to her knees. Except that wasn’t her, was it?
A sigh escaped.
Isaac nipped her palm. “Tell me.”
She really didn’t want to. It was all so fresh, so confusing. “I enjoyed it?”
“Is that a question?” he asked, laughter lightening his eyes. “Because the multiple orgasms you had already told me the answer is yes.”
She rolled her eyes at the satisfaction in his words. “No, it’s not a question. Just don’t go getting a big head about it.”
His hips nudged her thigh, his semi-erect cock making its presence known. “Too late.”
Her hand tightened around his jaw. She rubbed her palm over his stubble, enjoying the rough texture, the real Isaac, when public Isaac was mostly smooth edges. Distracting herself from the burn of tears at the backs of her eyes. A caring, considerate, and yet rough and ready lover who also made her laugh in bed. He really was the perfect package.
Well, almost.
“Why do you need this?”
The question slipped out without her permission, but she didn’t regret the words. Open, honest communication, right?
Isaac pulled her thigh over his, tangling their lower bodies together. “I want control—in bed and out—because that’s who I am.”
“Or because you’re afraid of being any other way.”
He frowned, seeming to consider the possibility. “Does it matter? This is where I feel most comfortable, where I want to be. If I’m not hurting anyone, is it really such a bad thing?”
He was right, he hadn’t hurt her. Still, he was pushing her toward a place where she wasn’t comfortable, wasn’t he?
Except last night, she’d been more than comfortable; she’d been aroused, hungry for more, and ultimately satisfied.
It was her turn to frown. “I still don’t think I’m a sub. And I still don’t see how this can work.”
He narrowed his eyes on her but didn’t speak.
She waited.
“Love—”
The rasp of his morning-rough voice calling her love was almost as sexy as the rasp of his beard. She shivered against him.
“There are two things we need to get straight right now.” Serious blue eyes locked with hers, refusing to let her look away. “One, I don’t live my life by ‘where is this going?’ I see what I want, and I go after it. There are too many possibilities in life that could be missed if we only chase after the ones that ‘can work.’ No one thought I’d make it in music, either, but look where I am.”
True. Her heart ached at the thought that he’d pursued his dream without support, but that was a discussion for another time. “Okay. And two?”
“Two—I want you.” He brushed her hair back from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “I knew from the moment I saw you sneaking out of that massage room door that there was something different about you. Something I wanted. This…whatever this is between us? I want to explore it. I’m willing to find out where this goes. The question is, are you?”
His words stunned her. She’d felt the same, from the very beginning, but… “It’s barely been a week.”
“And we’re not getting engaged. So what does the amount of days have to do with anything?”
Good question. She’d never found it easy to just let go and be in the moment, not analyze and make projections and pick apart the details. But then again, she’d never felt as strongly about anyone as she felt about Isaac, complications and all. “You do understand that this isn’t about not wanting you, right?”
He shifted his knee until it met the core of her body. Rough hair rubbed through her slick labia. “You’re wet, Kennedy.” His grin tugged at something low in her belly that should be thoroughly satisfied after what he’d done to her already. “And you’re not running from my bed screaming.”
Well, she guessed that was a big clue to how interested she was. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Isaac.”
He came up on his elbow, which tipped her backward, and loomed above her. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”
She begged to differ—she’d disappointed her fair share of men in her life, usually by being too independent. But with Isaac, letting him down, not being what he needed…that would break her if she let it.
And this was getting far too serious for this early in the morning. She needed time to think, and now wasn’t it.
“So…” She wiggled down a little until her face was closer to his chest. “You always need to be in control.”
“Always.” The both knew better, but the playful way he growled the word told her he was willing to go along with whatever she had in mind.
“And…no morning kisses, right?” She eased down more.
A glint appeared in his eye. “Depends on the kind of kiss.”
She dragged her nails along the smooth skin of his ass, down his outer thigh. “Yeah?”
Isaac shifted his legs, allowing her to scoot farther down. “Oh yeah.”
She winked up at him from the vicinity of his bellybutton. “But you’re in control, right?”
His “right” choked off as her tongue met the tip of his cock. A pearl of precum waited for her there, and she licked it up, enjoying the tang before she opened her mouth and took the thick mushroom head inside. Isaac was just shy of too much in width, but he managed to fit, and the feel of him in her mouth, the soft give of the muscle as she sucked and tongued it, spiked her hunger for more. Shifting forward so that she hovered on all fours over his body, she let go to smile sweetly up at Isaac. “Are you in control now?”
His beautiful eyes narrowed, but she didn’t wait for a response—she wanted his taste, his weight in her mouth. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth and slid him deep inside, tracing the vein along the underside of his cock with her tongue. Isaac choked.
“How about now?” she asked.
Isaac’s expression took on a hard edge that made her tummy flip. “Do it again, love.”
Heat flashed through her at the rough pleasure in his voice. She shifted her weight to one side, freeing a hand to reach for him—
And couldn’t. Isaac’s palms rested over hers, pressing down, their fingers intertwined. She tugged.
He didn’t let go.
“Do it again, Kennedy.”
He was still beneath her, not pushing, not insisting with anything more than words, but every time she tried to reach for him, his grip locked her hands to the bed. She retreated, her mouth barely holding his tip, and glanced up to the head of the bed, where Isaac’s heated stare waited.
He didn’t ask again, didn’t move. She could feel the hunger in his muscles, the need to have her pleasure him, but he didn’t argue. He’d told her what he wanted, commanded her to do it…
And, she realized, it was what she wanted too.
One last time she tried to release her hand. When Isaac’s fingers tightened on hers, a thrill shot deep inside her.
The glide of her mouth over his cock had Isaac quivering beneath her. She retreated, pushed forward, taking him deep, loving the feel of him tight and hot in her mouth. When he lost that little edge of control, just enough to lift into her descent, seeking the back of her throat, a rush of power filled her. This man wanted her, needed her, and giving him what he asked for made her feel at once strong and feminine. Sexy. Hungry.
She devoured him, and he let her. Not until he was thrusting inside her with abandon and groaning deep in his chest did he finally release her hands in favor of hauling her up his body.
“Holy shit, Ken. Let me inside you.”
He slid a condom hastily over his cock, lined her up, and surged deep in one long thrust. The sight of him, head thrown back, thick muscles rigid with need and pleasure, could not have been more beautiful. She wanted more, wanted to give him more. Hands on his flat stomach, she lifted her body, tightening her pussy around him, then dropped, letting gravity give them both what they sought.
Isaac grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as if not looking at her could stave off his orgasm another second. But when they opened…God. An inferno raged inside. “Put your hands behind your back.”
She didn’t even have to think. As much as she wanted to touch him, the man beneath her had one goal—their pleasure—and she trusted him to achieve it. Sitting straighter, she linked her fingers at the small of her back. Isaac gripped her hips, fingers digging deep, and took over. Lifting, then lowering, again and again, using every bit of force he possessed to bring them together. The impact was beyond anything she’d ever experienced, filled her more full than anything that had come before. She had no control over the depth, the speed, and yet all she wanted was more. More of Isaac. And more of the pleasure. It exploded through her clit with every slam of their bodies together, over and over until she was frantic for it to peak. When it did, with one final forceful thrust of Isaac’s cock bottoming out inside her, she couldn’t even scream. All she could do was arch her back and feel the firm grip controlling her, keeping her safe as every molecule in her body shattered like stars.
Long moments later she found herself lying across Isaac’s chest, their bodies still joined, their breathing still ragged. His hands stroked her shoulders and arms, easing the ache of what they’d done. When she finally lifted her head, Isaac stared down at her, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
“So what do you think, Kennedy? Was I in control or not?”