Bang (B-Squad 2)

Isaac let out a strangled groan and surged out of the chair. He was beside her in two long strides, all heat and hunger and wanting focused totally on her.

"You're taking too long." His voice was strained.

"I thought you were enjoying the show." She looked up into his eyes as she traced a finger around his hard, flat nipple before dipping down to lap at it.

He shivered under her touch and she grazed her teeth over him and lowered her hands over his bare chest, following the dusting of his hair as it narrowed over the hard lines of his abs and disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. She brushed her fingertips over the button and opened his jeans. She had his zipper halfway down when he wrapped his strong hands around her wrists and yanked her away from her goal.

"That wasn't nice," she teased, her voice breathy and soft.

Even now, as he had a viselike grip around her wrists, she leaned in toward him, needing to touch, lick, and taste every inch of his warm skin. He tugged her arms higher, pulling her close and drawing her attention from the magnificence of his muscular chest. His face was set in hard lines, his eyes nearly black with lust. Using his free hand, he glided a fingertip over the lace band crossing over her hip, slipping it under the material—far enough to taunt but not enough to please—and eliciting a moan from her.

"You're still wearing too many clothes."

God, she couldn't agree more. "You don't like seeing me in nothing but lace?"

"I will always like that, but tonight I need to feel you." He skimmed the back of his hand up her stomach, setting off jolts of pleasure that ricocheted through her. "I'm going to touch you everywhere, tease those pink nipples of yours until they're so hard and feel so good that you're not sure if it's pleasure or pain, but you're going to beg me not to stop." He cupped one breast, circling his thumb over the lace-covered nipple. "I'll watch you come, and then I'm going to sink deep inside you and make you come again all over my cock."

"That's a big order." She arched her back, pushing more of herself against him, desperate for the little bit of friction.

He rolled her nipple. "And you're already wet just imagining it."

"Cocky bastard."

"When it comes to how fucking unbelievable it can be between us?" He grinned down at her. "You damn right I am."

"Then you’d better let me go so I can take it all off."

No strip tease this time. Tamara wanted her clothes gone and gone fast. The last bit of lace had no sooner than hit the floor when Isaac wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. Pillows bounced, but she stayed put thanks to the six-feet, four-inch wall of sinewy muscle holding her in place. Propped up on his hands, he was almost in pushup position above her, wearing only his jeans and a devious smile. It was the kind of look that had her biting down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"It's not fair." She reached for his pants. "You still have your jeans on."

"If you're still cognizant enough to talk then I'm not doing my job." He sucked her nipple into his mouth, tugging hard on the sensitive nub.

The smart ass remark she was about to say died on her lips as pleasure verging on blissful pain shot through her. Suddenly his hands and mouth were everywhere. The inward bend of her waist. The round top of her hip. The hollow of her throat. The delicate flesh of her breasts. The sensitive curve of her inner thigh. It was torture. It was heaven. It was all Isaac and she couldn't get enough.

He licked and nibbled his way from one breast to the other as she writhed underneath him. "You taste so sweet."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back so she could rub herself against him. She was so wet, so desperate for him that the feel of denim against her soft folds was almost enough. "Isaac, please."

"What is it, darlin'?" He nipped at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, unleashing a delicious tingle of sensation across her skin. "What do you want?"

"You." It wasn't just a plea, it was straight-up begging and she didn't care.

He went lower, lazing drawing circles around her nipple with his tongue. "Not yet. You have to let go first."

It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she trusted him in this…and in everything.

Before she could process the realization, he reached between their bodies and sank a single finger between her wet folds. Her back arched in reaction to his touch, so pleasurable it nearly broke her. Eyes clenched shut, neon ribbons danced across her mind's eye, their hues becoming more vibrant as he stroked her clit and dipped first one, then two, then three fingers inside her.

Trying to anchor herself to reality, she reached for him. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders, but instead of bringing her back to the real world, the feel of his skin increased her need. It pushed her forward and brightened the colors behind her eyelids until they were nearly electric. The vibration built deep inside her, ratcheting up with each stroke of his fingers, in and out. His fingers twisted within her, pushing her closer to release until the colors exploded and her orgasm overtook her.

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Isaac

Watching Tamara come down from an orgasm was almost as good as seeing her have one. Her entire body relaxed back onto the bed. Her eyelids had fluttered shut and a small smile played across her lips. Sated and in that weird place between totally conscious and blissed out of her mind, she wasn't just beautiful. She was breathtaking.

She cracked her eyes open. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's the hair, isn't it?"