“Yes. And I knew who you were as soon as you sat at the bar. You’re not the only one who notices people, Grim.”
There’s the briefest tug on my lip at the use of her little nickname for me. “So look at me, Isabelle. Watch what you do to me.” My eyes are fixated on her face as I work my hand faster.
Isabelle’s eyes are zeroed in on my movements. I watch as her hand matches my speed. Her fingers are frantically rubbing her clit, and her body has slumped slightly against the bed as if she can’t even hold herself upright.
“So beautiful when you touch yourself for me,” I praise.
“I’m so close,” Isabelle cries out.
Fuck.“Come here.”
She stops immediately and stumbles over to my side of the room. I pull her down to straddle my thighs, keeping her legs wide open, her pussy pulsing so close to my cock.
I keep one hand on her hip, while the other pulls off my mask, throwing it to the other side of the room before I reach for my cock again.
“Keep touching yourself, Buttercup.”
Isabelle moves a hand to my shoulder, her fingers gripping tightly as she moves the other to her pussy. Her legs squirm over my thighs, and I can see the muscles in her stomach clench as she starts to rub her clit again.
My fist moves with no finesse as the proximity to Isabelle, the reality of having her like this, renders me senseless. My limbs start to lock up as I feel my release creeping in closer.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard, and it’s all for you, Isabelle. You get that?” I move my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her forehead down to mine. “It’s all for you,” I grit.
Her hips rock, and she cries out. “Oh god, I’m right there.”
“You’re doing so good.” I look down between us, the sight of her fiercely circling her clit, and my hand fisting my cock sets my body ablaze. Her hands brush mine as we work ourselves over, and it’s enough to have me squeezing my eyes shut and moaning for her.
“I’m gonna come, Isabelle. I need you there with me.”
She nods against my forehead and whimpers. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Gage!”
It’s my name falling from her lips that triggers my release. My cum shoots between us and coats my dick and hand. Isabelle throws her head back in ecstasy as her orgasms hits. I’m engulfed in a sense of ownership as I notice some of my cum has landed on the hand she used to coax out her release. My cock twitches, milking every drop of cum as I watch Isabelle come down.
With eyes dazed and her chest flushed, she hums out the most content little laugh. My hand still rests on the back of her neck as I collar her from behind, running my fingers up and down her overheated skin.
She blinks a few times. “I can’t believe we did that.” She chuckles.
“Did I push you too far?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I reach up and gently pull the butterfly mask off her face so I can see all of her. I run my thumb over her plump, bottom lip. “Good,” I whisper.
“Was it okay for you?”
“No,” I say, making her face fall. “It was way more than okay.” Bringing our heads together again, I brush my nose against hers.
It was redefining my fucking existence.
Chapter seventeen
BETH:
I’m ordering you a cocktail. You have five minutes to get here or I’m adding a shot to your order.
I smile down at my phone as I take another step forward in the line at The Wayside.
ME:
