Her eyes were dark, her chest rocking with quick breaths as she stepped between his legs. She worked the button open, then the zipper. Without hesitation, she pushed his briefs aside and stroked his cock. Pleasure burned beneath her hand and exploded through his hips.
Isaac choked back a groan and gritted his teeth. He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Knees,” he ordered, his voice gravelly with lust. “Suck my cock. On your knees. In the dirt.”
Ava’s hesitation shot dual streams of relief and disappointment through Isaac. Just when he was sure she’d step away, Ava dropped to her knees. Without another word of direction, without a whimper of argument, she enveloped him in her mouth like she’d been starving for cock.
Lust surged through his veins. Hot, wet pressure dragged him under. Isaac’s mind evaporated in searing pleasure. He gripped the motorcycle’s seat to hold himself steady and pushed his other hand into Ava’s hair.
“Jesus Christ,” he bit out, grasping for control. Rough sounds clawed at his throat.
She didn’t stop to take a breath, didn’t pause to stroke him with her hand, didn’t take any shortcuts. She just pushed his full length into her mouth over and over with the zealousness of a woman who strived to please. And the sight of his cock plunging into the heat of her mouth pushed him to the edge. To hold back, he took control again.
“Fucking beautiful, baby.” He fisted her hair, drawing her deeper on his cock until his head tapped her throat. “Oh yeah. Right there.”
Her sound of surprise rippled on the night air. But instead of pulling back, she adjusted to the new demand and tackled it with gusto. Isaac let go. He opened his mouth and let the sounds of pleasure rake the night. Let the tremors rack his body.
His cock in Ava Jennings’s mouth. Truly a fantasy come true. But she still had a lesson to learn: Don’t come back.
He collected his draining control, pushed both hands into her hair, and guided her deep onto his cock, searching for her limits so he could not just push them but break them. But she gripped his thighs and let him use her mouth to fuck his cock, submitting to his every demand. Nothing deterred her—not holding her steady and thrusting into her mouth. Not ordering her to swallow when he was at the back of her throat. Not fisting her hair until she made a sound of complaint.
To his frustration, Isaac discovered Ava’s will was stronger than his self-control. “I’m going to flood your fucking throat.”
Instead of pulling back to refuse, Ava moaned and sucked harder.
Holy fuck.
Isaac dropped his head back and squeezed his eyes closed. He tightened his grip in her hair and held her steady for three wild thrusts, then he pulled her off his cock as he spilled, his cum a fountain over her throat and chest while he voiced his pleasure in the darkness.
5
Ava eased back on her heels with a sense of supreme satisfaction. A sense of having pleased a virile man. The kind of man she would never have thought about approaching two weeks ago. And while she was sure Katie would have told her that she’d let him use her to get his rocks off, Ava found that fact liberating. Even…empowering.
She licked a drop of cum from her lips. He tasted sour and sweet, musky and salty. A smile crept across her face. A sense of giddiness lightened her chest. That had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and she was grateful for the alcohol that let her drop her guard enough to participate.
In the last twenty minutes, she’d rediscovered a sexuality that Matthew had stolen. His displeasure and disinterest had stripped Ava of her sexual self-confidence. This sexy, dark stranger had given it back. After feeling unwanted for months, Isaac’s white-hot desire fed her starving soul. She’d also discovered that she didn’t need to have an orgasm to enjoy sex. Sure, her body felt like a Fourth of July sparkler wishing it were a full-fledged firework, but she still experienced deep gratification from bringing Isaac pleasure.
“You’re pleased with yourself.” Isaac’s rough voice pulled her mind back to the moment.
He leaned heavily on the motorcycle, his chest rocking with quick breaths, his eyes dark and satisfied. And maybe a little surprised. But no one was more surprised than Ava.
She’d never had a man come on her like this. Hell, she’d never even had sex outdoors. She’d always imagined feeling uneasy, inhibited, fearful others would see. Now, she felt strangely comfortable in a bra, panties, and thigh-high boots. But knowing she was with a man who truly found her sexy was the biggest thrill of all.
Lifting a hand to her throat, she slid her fingers through the warm liquid painting her neck, her chest, her breasts. She should probably feel disgusted, but she didn’t. The musky scent of sex thrilled her.
“I’m pleased that I pleased you,” she told him.
Isaac’s smile grew and turned warm—and God, what a smile. This man could help her forget all about her inhibitions, her fears, her worries. He’d been right. She’d never felt so used, or so satisfied. She didn’t understand it now, but maybe she would when her alcohol buzz cleared.
She laid her hands on his knees and pushed to her feet. He gripped her hips and pulled her between his thighs, then stripped his T-shirt over his head and used it to clean up the mess he’d made. The gesture was oddly tender, warming a cold place inside her.
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He had a dusting of dark hair across his pecs and a thin trail from his belly button to his sex. Isaac was so very male. Built and bronzed. Alpha and controlling. Confident and passionate. She’d never realized how different men could be, but Isaac was Matthew’s complete opposite.
Ava shook her hair out of her face and slid her hands over his hard, molded torso. “No tattoos.”
“Nope.” He balled up his tee and tossed it on the picnic table. “You know coming out here with any other guy in that bar would be dangerous.”
“I hope you’re not going to ruin this by scolding me.”