“Whenever the fuck I want.” He gripped her waist and lifted her off the ground. Ava’s legs parted and wrapped his hips, then she crossed her feet at his back.
Desire flared through his body like a fuckin’ wildfire. With one hand in her hair, he kept her mouth on his, kissing her, licking her, tasting her while he stumbled to the stairs leading to the loft above the garage.
There, he tore his mouth from hers, hammered the button that closed the bay door, and started up the staircase while Ava held his face in both hands and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
She lowered one hand between them and stroked his erection. The pressure weakened Isaac’s knees, and he stumbled, losing his grip on her. He fisted the metal railing with a growl of frustration. But when he tried to reposition his arm around her, Ava wiggled out of his grasp and sat on the stair, clawing at his belt, then his jeans.
He tried to grab her hands, but she had a determined, lusty look in her eyes and fought him. “Upstairs…” he said, suddenly breathless. “The loft…a bed.”
She shoved his pants down, then wrapped her hand around his cock.
Isaac jerked at the contact. He swore and grabbed a handful of her
hair just as she impaled her mouth with his cock. His hand fisted, back arched, head fell back on a loud groan. “Fuck…Ava… Fuck.”
She moaned and sucked and ate at him like she’d been starving every second they’d been apart.
“Jesus Christ.” He found his balance, cupped her jaw, and pulled her away, then bent and dragged her up. She was smiling. A devious little bright-eyed grin. When he got her halfway to her feet, she dropped her head back and kissed him, her mouth a succulent offering he couldn’t resist. “Ava…” he muttered between kisses. “Dammit.”
He dropped to his knees and pushed her blouse up, exposing her bouncy tits and flat stomach. Isaac rubbed his heavily stubbled jaw along all her smooth skin, raking her nerves to the surface. He opened wide and took one breast into his mouth, scraping the nipple with his teeth before he sucked hard. Ava arched, balancing with one hand on the stair. Her long, low moan rippled along Isaac’s skin. His head went light, and he lost track of how he got her shorts off or how he ended up on his back. But he leaned against the stair treads, gripped her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Ava’s hand slapped the stair above him; the other grappled for the railing.
Isaac pushed both hands between her legs, spread her thighs, and gripped her ass. He licked her folds open, then flicked her clit with the very tip of his tongue. Just whispering, teasing, quick taps that made her writhe and growl and shake. And, finally, finally beg.
“Suck me,” she panted. “Please.”
Isaac opened his mouth and covered her, then watched her come apart at the seams, head thrown back, hips rocking, moans rolling out of her throat as he sucked and sucked and sucked.
Ava came in a fit of screams and jerks. While she was still shivering, Isaac rolled on a condom, moved up a couple of stairs and guided her hips over him. When he pulled her onto his cock, Isaac’s groan of pleasure mirrored Ava’s. She shifted, lifting the tops of her boot-clad feet to his thighs. The move spread her thighs wider, pushed him deeper. She pressed her hands to his chest and used her toned thighs to lift and lower, taking him balls-deep. Isaac swore and sat forward, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck, her chest, dropping his head back to kiss her mouth as she slowly fucked him insane.
Ava finally rose to orgasm again, and Isaac took over thrusting. Using the steps for leverage, he lifted into her, quick and deep until their heavy breaths were drowned by the slap of skin. And when they finally broke together, they were both covered in sweat, breathless.
She dropped her head to his shoulder and whispered, “Oh…my God…”
Isaac smiled and huffed an exhausted laugh. He turned his head and kissed her neck. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”
9
Ava tilted her head back into Isaac’s capable hands where he massaged shampoo into her hair. The hot spray of his tiny shower stall felt ridiculously amazing. Or maybe it was his naked body at her back that felt amazing. Either way, Ava was lounging on cloud nine.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice a sexy rumble in her ear.
With her mind in a very dirty place, she smiled.
“For food, naughty girl,” he said. “You’ve worn me out for at least another hour.”
“Bet I could make that thirty minutes.”
“Ten if you really tried.” He bent his head and kissed her neck. “I’ve got to get something to eat if you’re planning on riding me all night.”
A zing of lust shot straight down her spine. Heat pooled between her legs. “I’ve never ridden anyone all night, but I’d be willing to give it a go with you.”
He growled, wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her neck, laying kisses on her skin. She laughed—until he nipped her with his teeth, then she squealed. “Isaac. You’re going to leave marks.”
“So?” He turned her and dipped his head, pressing his lips against hers, then stroking his tongue along her lip, asking her to open. God, the way he kissed. Direct but erotic. Passionate but sweet. Thirty seconds of his mouth on hers and Ava felt positively dreamy. He tilted her head back and under the spray, rinsing the shampoo while he kissed her throat. “A few marks…” he said between kisses, “…might give that guy who hurt you…second thoughts.”
He pulled back and poured body wash into his hands, then rubbed them together. A male, spicy scent filled the shower. “Sorry, I don’t have conditioner. Hope your pampered hair doesn’t go into shock or something. And all I have is guys’ soap.” He slid his hands down her arms. “I think you should pay that asshole a visit like this—all pinked up from wicked-good sex and smelling like me.”
“I wouldn’t waste the effort. I don’t give a damn what he thinks.” She poured more body wash into her own hands and spread it across his chest, down his belly, and let her hands drop between his legs.