Scarred Beauty(43)
He was soft with his salty-sweet essence leaking on her tongue. The contrast between his soft skin and hardness surprised her. He felt powerful as she sucked him in her lips. When she grew a bit more confident she pulled him further into her mouth, taking him deeper.
“Use your hand,” he said. Glancing up his body, he showed her where to hold him to bring him maximum pleasure. She circled his length at the base and brought her hand up to meet her mouth as she went down on him. “That’s it, baby.” He held her head in his hand as he showed her the pace that he liked.
She moaned from her enjoyment of having him at her mercy. It was with some relief that she saw she could drive him over the edge like he did her. She suddenly held some of the power within their relationship.
Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to what she was doing. He grew harder in her mouth as she swallowed him down, the grip in her hair tightening as she sped up the rhythm.
“Fuck, Elle. If you don’t stop I’m going to shoot my load in your mouth. Baby, if you don’t want that then you’d better stop.”
Noelle knew what he meant but kept on sucking and licking his cock. She wanted to give him this. If it was the only thing she could do, she wanted to do it right.
Isaac roared as his cock kicked inside her mouth. She felt the heat of his explosion. With no time to think she swallowed down the copious amounts of his cum. He tasted salty. His hold grew tighter in her hair with the pressure of his fist.
When his grip on her eased, she pulled off him. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she smiled at him.
“You’re a goddess.”
“I guess you liked what I did?”
He pulled her roughly against him and slammed his lips down on hers. “I’m never letting you go. You’re amazing.”
She chuckled, loving his attention until her belly grumbled alerting them to the lack of nutrition.
“I’ve been a bad host. My lady is hungry.”
“I can wait for food.”
“And let you starve on me? No. I want you fit and well as you’re going to be working most of it off.” Isaac got off the bed and slapped her ass. “You should phone your friend. Let him know where you’ll be so he won’t worry.”
Rubbing her ass, she glared at him.
“Don’t use those little eyes on me. I know what you’re capable of.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “And I like it.”
She couldn’t be angry with him. She loved the way he teased her. Watching his ass as he left the room, she rummaged through her clothes to find her mobile. There were no missed calls.
He answered on the first ring when she phoned the house.
“Hi, Brad. How did the interview go?” she asked.
“Really well. They’ll let me know soon if I got the job.”
“That’s really great.”
“Yes. Anything that means I don’t have to go and ask my dad for a handout is brilliant news in my book. Where are you? It’s getting late.”
“I don’t want you to freak out, but I’m going to be away for the whole of the weekend. Please, don’t ask questions. Just know I’m fine and healthy, and I’m happy.”
Brad was silent on the line.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said.
“No, you don’t. I don’t like this, Noelle.”
“You don’t have to like it. I do, and I want to be here. Please, give me this weekend.”
He was silent once again.
“All right, but if anything happens just give me a call, and I’ll be wherever you are in a flash.”
“I will. I promise. Have you had time to speak to Jenny?” she asked trying to divert the conversation.
“No. We’re talking, but not about anything other than the weather and work at the café. I’ll see how it goes. Take care, Noelle.”
“You, too.” She hung up and stared at her mobile wondering what was on his mind.
Isaac walked back into the bedroom carrying a tray of food.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“I think so. He’s going through a hard time at the moment.”
“What’s the matter?”
“He lost his job, and he doesn’t want to ask his dad for a handout. Have you ever heard of the Welch family?”
He shrugged his shoulders with his back to her.
“They’re supposed to be this important family, but he can’t stand them. He’s just recently got in touch with his brother. He doesn’t talk about him though. Sorry. You really don’t want to know this.”
“No worries. Everyone needs someone to talk to. Even you.” He placed the tray on the side cupboard and helped her onto the bed. “Time to eat.” She loved his heat as he got in beside her.