Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(55)
“Ah! Damn!” He reared back, licking his wounded lip. He reached for her free hand, but she spun again, eluding him and breaking his hold on her other arm as well. She backed up as he came for her. He was grinning wildly. “You are a hot-ass little bitch, you know that? I’m gonna f*ck you into next week.”
He grabbed her arm again and swung her around so that she was facing away from him. She tried to spin, but he caught her other arm, too. He’d acquired a keen understanding of her flexibility in the weeks they’d been together, and he folded both arms behind her, holding them tight against her back with one large fist. Then he shoved her over the back of the couch. With his free hand, he tore her hiking shorts and underwear down, letting them drop around her ankles. Then his rough fingers were pushing between her legs from behind, shoving into her. “Jesus f*ck, baby, you’re always so damn wet for me. I love how you love it rough like this.”
Needing more from him, she struggled against his hold, and he pushed her arms up higher on her back.
“You’re gonna have to wait, Sport. I’m not done here.”
Then his fingers were on her clit. He was rubbing hard on her, almost violently, and she was ready to come almost immediately. She cried out, “God, yeah! Fuck, Isaac, f*ck!”
Then his fingers were gone, and she could hear him opening his belt and jeans with one hand. He hadn’t let go of her arms. She was losing feeling in them, but she didn’t care. She needed to get f*cked, and now. Her bigger concern was how he was going to get a condom on one-handed. She turned her head.
“Condom?”
Leaning over her, his mouth against her ear and his cock hot and hard against her ass, he said, “Don’t need one.” He stood back up, and his hand was between her legs again, inside her, then dragging along her cleft, wetting her. When he pushed his fingers—at least two—firmly past her anus, she gasped and bucked, so close to orgasm she thought the unmet need might actually kill her.
He bent over her back again, his fingers pumping and flexing in her, and he rumbled in her ear. “You like that, baby? You want me to f*ck your ass?”
“Yes! Fuck! Please, Isaac, I need to come!” She bucked against his fingers, trying to get enough stimulation to get over. Then his fingers were gone again, and his cock was filling her core. He thrust several times—too many times, taking too much risk without a condom, but she was in a frenzy now, millimeters or milliseconds or whatever measurement was appropriate from the edge of her climax, and she couldn’t find breath to stop him—and then he was out and pushing into her ass. He didn’t go slow this time; this time he just pushed right in, and it was intense and just over the tipping point of pain. She screamed. And then she was coming, her whole body, even her voice, pulsing with it. He hadn’t even moved inside her yet.
She heard him whisper, “Oh my God, baby. God, that’s so tight. God. God.” But he didn’t come. When she was done, he pulled out of her, fast and completely hard, making her scream again in pleasurepain.
Isaac released her arms then and picked her up, carrying her down the hall to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed and dropped down on top of her, claiming her mouth in a ferocious kiss. She kissed him back just as hard, sucking the blood from his lip where she’d bitten him. He growled and pushed back onto his knees, fetching a condom from his wallet. She’d lost her shorts and underwear in the living room, so she spread her bare legs wide and waited for him.
When he was wrapped, he entered her powerfully, fast and to the hilt, making her arch off the bed at the deep fullness of him inside her. Damn, she’d never felt anything like him.
His eyes were intent on hers. “Fucking you is like nothing I’ve known before, baby. You fit me like you were made for me. I can feel you everywhere.”
Pounding away inside her, he yanked her t-shirt and bra up, exposing her breasts. He shifted back to his knees, pulling her partway onto his lap, and worked her nipples the way she liked. He’d known from the first time just what she wanted. Firm pressure. He pulled and pinched just right, until she was bucking on him, feeling another wave of ecstasy mounting.
“Suck me, Isaac. I want your mouth.” He growled and gathered her into his arms. She arched backward over his hold, giving him access, and his mouth latched onto her breast like a starving babe. “Harder.
Harder. Oh, f*ck, yeah.” She drove her hips down on him, taking him as deep into her core as she could, holding him as tightly as she could, striving, striving. He groaned loudly, clutching her closely, and bit down on her breast as he came. The feel of his cock pulsing inside her and his teeth bearing down on her sent her over, too, and she sank her nails into his shoulders as she screamed again.
When they could relax, Isaac laid her tenderly down and eased out of her. He got up from the bed and dealt with the condom. Then he stripped—he’d even still had his boots on—and returned to her. He helped her out of her t-shirt and bra and pulled her close to rest her back on his chest.
They were quiet, regrouping together. Lilli felt calmer than she thought she would, after the conversation they’d had—the one they were still in the middle of, in fact. Then, out of the blue, Isaac said.
“I’m bringing you to the clubhouse. You and I are going to talk to Showdown. He’s the brother I trust most; he’s the one I go to for advice. We need a head that’s not so deep in this. Because Lilli, I am not f*ckin’