Only Ever Yours, page 11
“Wrap your legs around me.” I take her mouth, delving my tongue inside, and once I feel her ankles lock around me, I push in harder, making her groan in pleasure. She’s warm and wet and so damn tight. As I fuck her deep, making sure to bottom out every time I pull back and drive back in, I make sure to hit her in just the right position that will send her into another climax.
I want to take her every way possible, but right now, I take her just like this, with our mouths and bodies connected. When I know I’m close, I reach between us and pinch her clit. Her head tilts up, breaking our kiss, and I nuzzle my face into her neck, sucking and biting on it as I come deep inside her.
“Wow,” she breathes. I pop my head up to look at her and love what I see. She’s got a tiny smile tugging on her lips and her eyes are glossed over in pure, satiated bliss.
I shift her hips up slightly and slowly pull out, my eyes staying trained on the way my cum seeps out of her. Before it can drip onto the bed, I catch it, and with a single finger, push it back into her hole, loving the way our juices feel mixed together.
“What are you—” When she realizes what I’m doing, her face flushes crimson. “Isaac, we didn’t use a condom.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No.” She shakes her head vehemently. “Money has been tight, and I haven’t had sex in months.”
“Good.” I glance back down at her pussy and push the leaking seed back into her. “I’m not getting any younger. The sooner you get pregnant, the better.” I can’t wait to see the way she looks swollen with my baby in her.
She gasps, her eyes going wide. “You’re insane, you know that, right? We just met.”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “But that doesn’t change what I want or how I feel. Do you want kids?”
She drags her bottom lip into her mouth and nods, and that’s all I need to know.
A bit of my cum escapes and hits her ass crack, and instead of dragging it back up, I press the tip of my finger to her puckered hole. She clenches her ass cheeks, and I glance up at her. “Have you ever been taken here?”
She shakes her head.
I gather more of our juices and push my finger farther into her hole, until my entire digit disappears. She drops her head to the pillow and throws her arm over her face, groaning.
“Feel good?” I ask, pulling my finger out and pushing it back in.
“Surprisingly… yes,” she mutters from under her arm.
I chuckle. So damn adorable. “Flip over onto your stomach and don’t move.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CAMILLA
I do as Isaac says, a bit embarrassed that he was just playing with my ass, and even more embarrassed that I was enjoying it. He jumps off the bed and sprints to his bathroom, returning a minute later with a bottle in his hand.
“What’s that?” I ask curiously.
“Massaging oil. I’m going to fuck your ass, and since you’ve never had anyone in there, it’s going to hurt.” My eyes bug out at his honesty. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. I can already tell you like it rough.” He winks playfully and I turn my face down into the pillow, unable to argue. I never knew I liked it rough, until he bit my lip and then my nipples. The combination of pleasure and pain damn near had me convulsing before he even touched my pussy.
With my face hiding in the pillow, the only senses I have left are my sound and touch. I expect Isaac to go straight to my ass, so I’m confused when I feel my bra snap open and the material slide down my arms. I lift up slightly and he pulls it out from under me, leaving me completely naked. Next, I hear the top click open and a few seconds later, his hands are on my shoulders. With the slickness of the oil, he rubs my shoulders and back muscles out, loosening me up. It feels so good, my eyes flutter closed and I get lost in his expert touch.
Until his hands reach my butt and he palms each of my cheeks, massaging them for several minutes as he moves closer and closer to my ass crack. When he spreads my cheeks and droplets of warm oil land on my puckered hole, I tighten up.
“Don’t do that,” he murmurs. “Relax, baby.”
I do as he says, as he reaches under me and props my bottom half up, lifting my ass into the air. His fingers dance across my center, and then he pushes a couple of fingers into my pussy. I groan, sensitive to his touch, but make no move to stop him.
His fingers leave me and then there’s pressure at my back entrance. It can’t be more than one finger, but it’s tight… so tight. I don’t even want to imagine what his dick will feel like in me. He must add another finger because the tightness turns to a burning.
“Fuck, Cam,” he mutters. “I wish you could see the way your perfect ass sucks my fingers in.”
His words make me squirm and, without thinking, my hand reaches under me to find my clit.
Isaac, so damn perceptive, doesn’t miss a beat. “You touching yourself?” He reaches under me again and his fingers land on mine. “That’s it. Stroke yourself. But don’t make yourself come yet.”
I still my fingers, knowing it won’t take me long to work myself up.
Isaac goes back to my ass, pumping his fingers in and out of my tight hole, and then pulls them out completely. I sigh, missing the fullness they were creating against my pussy wall. But then he spreads my cheeks again and I feel the thick head of his dick pushing against me.
“Take a deep breath,” he says. “I’ll go slow.”
I exhale and he pushes in. The burning I felt earlier intensifies, and I close my eyes, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. This man, since the first day I’ve met him, has this way about getting me to do whatever he wants—and right now is no different.
He keeps going, and I can feel every inch that enters me. I keep exhaling, forcing myself to stay loose, and before I know it, he’s telling me he’s all the way in.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice tense.
I take a second to think about it. Aside from a bit of burning and pain, it doesn’t actually hurt. More than anything I feel full. “I’m okay.” My fingers slide across my swollen nub, and the combination of his dick in me and the sensitivity of my clit has me pushing back. “You can fuck me,” I find myself saying.
He fists my hair, and I expect him to let loose, but he doesn’t. He pulls out almost all the way and then slowly drives back in. Little by little, the burning turns to pleasure and before I know it, I’m grinding my pussy against my fingers while he fucks my ass.
I come first, nearly screaming out my orgasm. My body becomes languid and I drop onto my belly, unable to hold myself up any longer, glancing back, just as Isaac pulls all the way out and fists his cock. I watch as ropes of cum land all over my ass. His eyes flit over to meet mine, and our gazes lock, and it’s in this moment that I know I’m in deep. What I feel for him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I would do anything he says. The thought both excites and scares me.
* * *
I wake up, feeling parched, and glance at my phone. It’s eleven o’clock. The darkness outside tells me it’s night time, and the empty side of the bed next to me tells me Isaac isn’t here. Half-asleep, I drag myself out of bed, my entire body sore from our sexual ministrations earlier.
After we showered together—where he fucked me against the wall and made me come again, I practically crashed, face first in bed. My God, the way that man dishes out orgasms… If I hadn’t passed out from what I swear was orgasm overload, I would’ve made him take me again and again.
I stumble over the stacks of boxes, reminding me I never put anything away since we got sidetracked. I run my hand across the top of one of the boxes as I walk past them and my heart flutters in my chest. I don’t know how Isaac managed to get all my stuff, but I owe him so much. For him to go out of his way to get my things, and so quickly, means the world to me.
I pad down the hall in search of him, but when I find him in his office, he’s on the phone with someone. When a masculine voice speaks over the speakers, I realize he’s on speakerphone. Not wanting to interrupt him, I’m about to back out of the room, when his eyes catch mine, and a smile that takes my breath away forms on his face
“You’re awake,” he says, ignoring whoever’s on the phone. The voice on the other line comes to a halt.
“Yeah, I was thirsty. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting anything. C’mere.” He nods toward his chair, backing up slightly, and I go to him without question, as if I’m a magnet, drawn to him and his force field.
When I climb into his lap, remaining quiet since he’s still on the phone, I look over and see he’s not on the phone, but on a video call. I try to move off him, but he clasps my hips and holds me to him. “Noah, I want you to meet Camilla, my girlfriend.”
“Hey,” I say shyly to the man on the other end, thankful he can only see us from the chest up, since I’m in Isaac’s shirt and nothing else.
“Nice to meet you,” Noah says with a half-smile. He looks to be around the same age as Isaac, with similar features, only he seems a bit edgier, rougher around the edges. Maybe it’s just because he’s on the computer, but he appears more closed off than Isaac.
“Noah’s in Tennessee looking at some property for me,” Isaac explains. “He’ll be home Monday. We should all go to dinner.”
“After my four-hour flight? Not happening, bro. The only thing I want to do is go home and crash.”
“I could cook,” I offer quickly. Isaac’s done so much for me. It’s the least I can do.
“You cook, baby?” Isaac asks, nestling his face into my neck. My insides twist, wanting him right here, but I refrain, knowing his friend can hear and see everything.
“I love cooking,” I admit. I just haven’t had anyone to cook for in a long time, or the money to buy groceries…
“Noah?” he questions, turning his attention back to his friend. “Will you be up for a home-cooked meal? I’d love for you to meet Camilla in person.”
“Sure,” Noah says slowly, looking at us like we’re aliens from another planet. I wonder if he knows I’m living here. “I should be home before dinner.”
“Perfect. Keep me updated.”
Without saying goodbye, Isaac ends the call.
“That was rude.” I turn around, so I’m straddling his lap.
“What?” He raises a single brow in confusion.
“You just hung up on him.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You didn’t even say goodbye.”
He laughs. “I told him to keep me updated. Same thing.”
I roll my eyes because… men. “Are you and Noah close?”
“Yeah, he’s like a brother to me. We met when I was in college and hit it off. His mom died shortly before my parents, and he moved here with me to start over… has been helping me run my businesses ever since.”
“Aww.” I palm the sides of his face and kiss the corner of his mouth. “That’s sweet. Like a bromance.”
“What the hell is a bromance?” He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist, causing butterflies to erupt in my belly.
“You know… like a romance between bros… bromance.”
He grunts. “The only romance I want is with you.” He captures my mouth and lifts me onto his desk, his strong hands palming my thighs. When he parts my legs and notices I’m still panty-less, he breaks the kiss, eyeing my bare pussy.
“Are you sore?” he asks, dragging a single finger gently down my center. “I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hell yeah, I’m sore, but there’s no way I’m telling him that. I want him just as bad. I spread my legs wider and grin. “I’m good. Now show me how much you want me.”
* * *
“This is like having two houses.” I stare in awe around the inside of Isaac’s yacht, once he’s done giving me the tour. It’s fifty feet of pure luxury. The exterior has comfy weatherproof seats both in the sun and in the shade, as well as a spot for people to comfortably lie out. There’s even a table so you can eat in the sun. I had assumed that was it until he took me downstairs, where he showed me a damn apartment. A nice-sized living room with plush leather couches, two bedrooms—one with a king-sized bed and the other with two twins, a full-sized bathroom, and a complete working state of the art kitchen. “Who needs all of this to go on a boat?”
Isaac chuckles. “Anyone who wants to be comfortable. I’ve sailed down the coast in this thing for days. I told you I have a smaller boat for speed. Would you rather go on that one?”
Hmm… comfort or speed? “Does the smaller one have a bed?”
Isaac gleams, knowing exactly where I’m going with this. “Nope.”
“Yacht, it is.”
We head out onto the deck and Isaac goes about what I assume is undocking the boat, so we can take off. Once he’s done, he walks up to the area where the steering wheel is and the boat starts to move. It’s a beautiful day in the low eighties, and the water looks like black and blue glass. He slowly drives us south, through the inlet. I’m not sure where we’re going, but it’s not out to the ocean. With the sun shining down on us and the wind whipping my hair around, I feel like I’m able to take my first real breath of fresh air in months.
“What are you thinking about?” Isaac asks, his eyes meeting mine. I join him where he’s steering the boat and wrap my arms around him from the side. He pulls me in front of him and cages me into his arms, between the wheel and his strong chest, making me feel safer than I’ve felt in a long time.
“How safe you make me feel,” I tell him honestly. “My dad’s still in prison, and I can’t change that, but these past few months have been rough. Clint and James didn’t stop with my dad. They blacklisted me from getting a job, from renting anywhere but that apartment complex, and once I was there, they wouldn’t fix anything that was broken. I had no hot water, my freezer didn’t work. They kept upping everyone’s rent because they want them out. I just felt like I was drowning and then you came along…”
He kisses the side of my temple, and I sigh into his embrace. “I never wanted to be a damsel in distress, but even so, you saved me.” The last words come out choked, my throat filled with emotion.
“Hey.” He turns me around so I’m facing him. “You are not a damsel in distress. I told you before how strong you are. This world, this life, isn’t meant for anyone to go through it alone. Needing someone by your side, to help you up when you fall, to be your strength when you’re weak doesn’t make you a damsel. It makes you human.”
Tears burn my eyes. I’m falling so hard and fast for this man. How he’s gone thirty-four years without being scooped up, I’ll never understand, but I’d like to think it’s because he was waiting for me—we just didn’t know it.
I try to form words, but when they don’t come, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him tightly, hoping to convey how much he means to me. He places a soft kiss to the top of my head. “You’re not alone anymore, Cam. I’ll always be by your side.”
Tears fall down my cheeks, and we stay like this for several minutes, in each other’s embrace. Once I’m more collected, I glance up and find him smiling at me with tenderness in his eyes.
“So, where are we going?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“There’s an island I love to get off at. We can lie out and enjoy the sun. They have an area with shops we can walk through. There are also several restaurants along the inlet we can dock and have lunch at.”
“That sounds perfect.”
When I glance out at the water, I want to capture the moment, but I don’t have a phone with a camera. “Can I borrow your phone to take a few pictures?”
He doesn’t even bat an eyelash, when he pulls his phone out of his board shorts pocket and hands it to me, relaying the code for me to get in. While he drives, I take pictures of the water, of the few islands we pass, and a few of Isaac. Then he insists we take a couple together.
“Why don’t you go lie out and relax,” he suggests. “It’ll probably be another half-hour before we get to the island.”
“I think I’ll stay here with you.”
He glances at me and hits me with his gorgeous smile. “All right, then let’s play a game.”
“You love games, huh?”
“Growing up, my parents always played them.” He shrugs. “How about twenty questions?”
“Okay, I’ll go first.”
We spend the half-hour asking each other questions and getting to know one another. I learn a lot about him, like his favorite foods and bands, what he enjoys doing for fun, all the places he wants to travel to. The conversation with us flows, like it always seems to do, and before I know it, we’re docking at the island he mentioned.
We spend the day lying out and exploring, then stop at a delicious seafood restaurant for lunch. In the afternoon, Isaac makes love to me in his bed, and then again on the front of the yacht, and one more time in the water. By the time we arrive back at his marina, I’m sun-kissed and sexed out.
“Tomorrow I have to go into the office,” he says, once we’re home and he’s helping me put my stuff away. “I’m going to get you a real phone added to my plan and a credit card so you have money.”
I freeze at his words. “I don’t need any of that. I’m going to find a job.”
He puts the stack of clothes down and pulls me into his arms. “I know you don’t need any of that, but it’s what’s going to happen. I meant what I said, Cam. I’m going to take care of you. And that asshole Clint and his spawn are going to get what’s coming to them.”
Chills race down my spine. “You can’t mess with them, Isaac. They’re horrible people. Look what they did to my dad and they were best friends and business partners. Please, promise me you’ll leave them alone. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
I cling to him tightly and he eyes me for a moment, his features softening and then hardening. “I have it in my power to fuck with them, just like they fucked with you. Trust me, they’re going to pay, and nothing will happen to me.” The way he speaks, it’s clear he’s already made up his mind and there’s no point in arguing. I just have to hope he knows what he’s doing because I’ve already lost everyone I love, and I’m not sure how I would handle losing him too.
