her there, she doesn’t push against my thighs looking for air. She takes what I give her without question.
God, she’s perfect.
Isla continues to bob on my cock and I look up at the mirror across from us, then the ones beside us and finally I look over my shoulder, enjoying the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view. The only thing that would make it better would be if she were bared for me to see, but even so, the outfit she’s in leaves little to the imagination. And there’s always next time.
She swirls her tongue at the end of my tip and then dives back down to the base, choking when I push past the back of her throat. I hold her there for a minute and her gaze darts up to mine, not questioning, not panicked. Her eyes are full of lust and satisfaction. She likes when I take control.
I let her off my dick and she sputters, catching her breath, saliva dripping down her chin. I give her a few seconds to pull more air into her lungs before I shove her back onto my dick. I groan when she sucks in her cheeks, pulling me in further. A few more of those and I’m ready to explode. I’d love nothing more than for this to keep going, but I can’t hold off any longer.
“I’m gonna come down your throat and you’re going to take all of it.”
Without giving her a chance to resist, my dick pulses and I empty my load into the back of her throat, gripping her hair and watching in the mirrored wall to our right as she swallows me down. The satisfaction, as if I’ve branded her as mine, would be scary if I allowed myself to dwell on it.
I loosen my grip and she pulls back off my cock, looking up at me, messy hair, drooling chin and watery eyes. For a second I worry that I took it too far, scared her off, but then she opens her mouth to speak.
“I could probably use that towel now.”
I chuckle, reaching my hand out to help her to her feet. “Hang on, I’ll go grab one.” I pull my shorts up to my waist and walk over to the stack of towels. “Here you go.” I pass it to her, and she wipes her mouth and chin.
Awkwardness hovers in the air, ready to settle down on the two of us.
“Did you still want to work out or are you good?” I ask.
“Actually, I’m wondering if it would be okay if I had a shower to clean myself up.” She runs her finger under her eyes, where her makeup is smeared.
“Yeah, of course. There’s showers down here, but let’s go up to my place.” I reach for her hand, not bothering to gather my T-shirt, and lead Isla to the elevator.
She’s quiet. Does she already regret what she just did?
We ride the elevator up in silence and I lead her to the master bathroom, showing her where everything is before leaving and closing the door behind me.
Did I just make a big mistake?
27
Chapter Twenty-seven
Isla
I change the setting so that not all twenty-something jets are spraying on me in Garrin’s massive walk-in shower. You could quite literally throw a party in here, it’s that big. It feels like a room in itself more than a shower.
I move over to the rain showerhead while the conditioner rinses from my hair. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, but it’s been a while. I’m still going over everything that just happened in my head, reliving it so that I don’t forget a single moment.
I still can’t believe I had the nerve to initiate something physical with Garrin. But the longer I watched him lift weights shirtless, the bunching and clenching of his muscles, the sweat building on his skin—I couldn’t help it. I was physically aching with the need to satisfy him.
He makes me want to explore my sexuality in a safe place. To most women, that probably wouldn’t be a precious gift. But for me, with my history, it was more than I’d ever hoped for. I’d accepted my fate of living an unfulfilling sex life—if I even had one at all.
Finally, though, I’d brushed off the shame of my past and am ready to claim the woman I want to be in the future. And that includes being a woman who enjoys sex. One who spreads her legs not because it feels like it’s the right time