Unashamed, I grind my aching sex along his cock in a rhythm matching the lashings of his tongue. Because he is only wearing thin running shorts, the massive ridges of his cock are felt through my damp panties. A familiar coil twists in my drenched sex as my anger morphs into desperate need. Isaac plays my body like a gifted musician plays guitar, and it doesn't take him many strums to have it prepared to topple into ecstasy.
Sensing my impending climax, Isaac withdraws from my embrace.
“No,” I gasp breathlessly, my voice whiny.
“Not here,” Isaac replies to my shameless protest.
Placing me on my feet, Isaac yanks my skirt to a modest level before clasping my hand in his. I struggle to maintain his frantic pace to his car parked outside. Acknowledging my fight, he scoops me into his arms before continuing with his long strides.
Remaining quiet, he places me in the passenger seat before latching my seatbelt. The air sucks out of my lungs from the sheer closeness of his striking face. My god he is a handsome man. Beautiful, yet enigmatic.
Suddenly stopping, Isaac inhales a vast whiff through his nostrils. The growl he releases when he exhales causes a pleasurable zap to my sex. I squeeze my thighs together when his sultry gaze locks with mine. They’re hot and heavy, and they have me wiggling in my seat.
“Stop looking at me like that, Isabelle, or I’ll take you on the hood of my car.”
My sex aches. “Please,” I whimper, unashamed.
Isaac smiles an evil grin. “As tempting as that offer is, you’ve been a bad girl, Isabelle, so your punishment is only suitable for behind closed doors.”
My cheeks flame as unbridled desire heats my veins. Winking at my enthusiastic response, Isaac jogs around the car and slides into the driver's seat. In the process, he slips on a cotton shirt and removes his gloves. When he cranks the ignition of his flashy car, I barely hold back a soft moan. The purr of his engine sends a thrill of excitement to my already oversensitive pussy, adding to my eagerness.
I still my breathing when Isaac revs the engine several times before shifting the gears. After fishtailing in the loose gravel, his car whizzes toward the road.
Once we're on the highway, Isaac places his hand on my bare thigh. His is high enough his pinkie finger can teasingly graze my panties, but not high enough to subdue my eagerness. Although his touch is as soft as a feather, it commands my body’s full attention.
I shift my position, craving more. My coil is twisted up so tight, I’m confident one touch of his talented fingers will have me toppling into orgasmic bliss.
“Not yet,” Isaac teases, lowering his hand to its original position.
Groaning, I shift my focus to the derelict buildings whizzing by my window, hoping the bland scenery will quell my excitement.
It doesn’t.
I thought the forty-five minutes on the Wave Runner was torture, but this is ten times worse. Isaac's seductive scent is invading every surface of his car, and his index finger tracing a figure eight pattern on my inner thigh has my sex dripping wet. Furthermore, just being aware of his sexual prowess has my anticipation on what is about to come overwhelming all rationalism. I'm so worked up, I could cry.
* * *
After thirty torturous minutes, Isaac pulls his car into the underground garage of his apartment building. Our elevator ride is intense with the heady lust energizing the air between us.
Isaac calms my fidgeting hand twisting the hem of my skirt by holding it in his. His simple touch surges my horniness to an even higher level. When an elegantly dressed elderly lady enters the elevator at the lobby, her narrowed eyes bounce between Isaac and me. Seemingly unimpressed with my flamed cheeks and wide eyes, her top lip forms into a snarl.
“Cute dog,” I praise, nudging my head to her toy poodle she is cradling in her arms.
Huffing, she turns her indignant face to the elevator doors. A giggle spills from my lips when she covers her dog’s eyes. Anyone would swear she caught us in a lewd act from the way she is acting, where all she saw is a couple holding hands.
Hearing my immature giggles, Isaac’s grip on my hand tenses. Before I can comprehend what is happening, I’m spread against the elevator wall, and Isaac’s skillful lips and tongue are exploring my mouth.
The elderly lady's loud gasp of disdain mimics the throaty moan rolling up my chest. While she frantically stabs the open door button, my hands eagerly explore the firm ridges in Isaac's torso and back. His body is as scrumptious as his mouth.
When the elevator lurches to a stop on the next floor, the old bitty flees like her backside is on fire. Her disgruntled mumblings and the yap of her dog barking is the last thing I hear before my sole devotion returns to Isaac and his sinful mouth.
I unashamedly whimper when he pulls away from our embrace, but my disappointment doesn’t linger for long. He looks as torn as me.
While running his finger along my kiss-swollen lips, he mutters, “If you're going to be accused of something, you may as well do it.”
* * *
A disgruntled growl emits from my lips as I clench black sheets in a white-knuckled hold. Isaac's chuckle booms through my pussy before his god-crafted body glides along mine. Although his mouth is glistening with evidence of my arousal, I’m annoyed beyond comprehension.I’d thought the car ride was agony; this is ten times worse.
