“You think you can lick your fork like that for five minutes and just leave?” Isaac flashed a wicked grin at me. “Sorry, gentlemen. Tonight, she’s mine.”
I slowly backed away from my chair as a smile emerged on my face. He stepped away from the table and came around, walking quickly. The intensity in his eyes was so severe that it made my heart beat rapidly.
I instantly took off running for the stairs and made it to the landing on the second floor. The sound of Isaac chasing wasclose behind me. Excitement hammered through me as I darted into Isaac’s room and shut the door, exploding into a fit of giggles.
I leaned against the door on the inside of Isaac’s room, trying to calm my breathing down. His delicious scent was everywhere in his room, making me inhale deeply to try to fill my lungs with it.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“Yes, may I help you?” I asked, trying to mask my excitement.
“I’d like to enter my room, please,” Isaac replied, also trying to stay calm.
“What’s the secret password?” I said, laughing.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Isaac said. “How about the longer this door stays between us, the more spankings you’ll get from me.”
With a gasp, I opened the door, my smile wide as I took in Isaac standing casually with a smirk on his face. He entered and shut the door, then slowly glided towards me, edging me backwards farther into his room. The intensity in his eyes was exquisite. I wanted him to consume me.
“Did you get enough practice licking that fork tonight?” He asked, pressing me up against his bed. “Want something else to practice licking?”
My eyes grew wide as I held his gaze. His arms were braced beside me, pushing me more and more against the bed.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Maybe I should taste you instead?”
A shiver ran through my body as need exploded throughout me. In an attempt to playfully get away, I scooted backwards on the bed and rolled back over my shoulder, scurrying off the opposite end of the bed. My attempt was useless, though; within seconds, his arms were wrapped around me as he laughed in my ear.
“Where are you going?” He whispered in my ear as he carried me back to the bed. “Am I too intense for you?” He tossed me on the bed before joining me himself.
"No," I shook my head, giggling, as I caught my breath.
He paused in front of me.
“If I get too intense and you want to slow down, say yellow. If you want to stop, say red.”
“What if I want more?” I asked, biting my lip.
“Then you scream green, and I fuck you harder, understood?” he said, that fire returning to his eyes.
“Understood,” I smiled, my breathing heavy with anticipation.
Isaac kneeled next to me, towering over me as his eyes locked on mine, that hunger growing in his gaze.
“Are you even ready for me?” he wickedly smiled.
I laughed softly. “You’re the embodiment of a chaotic sex god, and that look in your eyes makes me wet. Every time you glance at me like that, I envision you holding me down on your bed. I’ve been ready since day one.”
Isaac didn’t say anything—he just grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, hard. His mouth claimed mine in a way that left no room for thought, only sensation. His hands were everywhere—firm on my hips, sliding up my back, down again to grip my thighs.
God, I wanted him so badly. Everything was moving so fast with him. His body was pressed against mine, hands rubbing against me, grabbing my behind.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded. His voice was low and demanding as his lips hovered above mine.
My heart flipping, I obeyed, quickly peeling away my top, never breaking eye contact with him. He watched every movement like a predator savoring the hunt. As I slipped out of my pants, he shed his shirt and pants, revealing a lean, muscular frame etched to perfection and a cock aching for me.
He quickly grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pressed his body against mine. I wanted this, but I needed a moment, just to pause and breathe. What did he say about colors?
“Yellow,” I gasped, my breath heavy as I gazed at him.
