Page 73 of Burn With Me

Isaac’s eyes grow darker, the cerulean blue turning to midnight as his pupils dilate, overtaking the color. His hands clench and unclench as I finish and his mouth closes and he swallows what I’ve given him.

When he opens his mouth once more, the flash of his new piercing under the fluorescent lighting draws my attention. “More,” he rasps.

I tip my head back again, dumping more alcohol into my mouth and he edges closer. His body takes up residence between my legs. He tips his head back and opens his mouth, waiting. I hover over him, letting the vodka dribble onto his tongue. This time, when he swallows and opens his mouth again, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his hand comes up and grasps at the back of my head and he draws me down until our lips crash together.

Isaac’s kiss is hypnotic. It tastes like rust and vodka. Raw and unfiltered. I close my eyes and set the alcohol to the side before wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Pressing closer, I let myself be taken by his kiss. His confidence in everything drives me crazy everywhere else but here. Here, in his arms, it’s hard to get myself to remain steady.

It must hurt him, I think, as he slides his tongue into my mouth. But he doesn’t act like it. It’s a fresh piercing. Still, some blood leaks as he kisses me, invading my senses with his taste. I should be worried.Hisblood onmytongue? It’s … definitely not something I should let happen. Yet, I can’t stop it. I don’twantto stop it. It makes my insides throb.

“Isaac.” I gasp his name when he pulls back and whatever expression he sees on my face has him gritting his teeth and then reaching back. He yanks his shirt over his head and drops it to the side.

I am entranced by him. My hands drop down to his chest along with my eyes. He’s ripped. His body honed and muscled likely from football. He’s not a man with massive shoulders, but they’re enough to encompass me. Then there are the two lines leading like arrows down into the top of his jeans, pointing towards his still hidden cock. I swallow. I’ve already had it—in my mouth, in my pussy—so I know how big it is and exactly how it makes me feel.

His hands move to my thighs, the feel of black latex startling as he pushes the skirt I’m wearing up higher and higher. He tilts his head down. “Aurora.” The tone of his voice combined with the electric feel of his hands on my skin has me jumping slightly as I look up at his face. “Do you like marking me?”

I press my lips together, but there’s no denying my answer. I nod. Yeah, I did like it. Whatever is going on between us, I liked leaving a hole inside of him. A wound that I created. A reminder of me for him.

He groans and dips his head down again until the silky locks of his hair are brushing against my breasts. I’ve never wanted to strip my clothes away so much in my life. Behind the fabric of my shirt and bra, my nipples pucker and harden into tight points. They reach for him, craving his lips and tongue.

“I want to mark you too,” he confesses. His head moves again and he looks up at me, eyes full of light and a strange sort of innocence. Isaac Icari? Innocent? No. That adjective doesn’t fit him. Yet, he looks boyish and youthful like this. His curls flop to one side of his forehead as he clings to me, almost begging. “Let me…” He pauses as his fingers stop moving on my inner thighs and I realize what’s made him stop.

They’re wet. My thighs. They’re absolutely soaked with the evidence of what he does to me—of what piercing him and marking him did to me.

“You’re going to let me,” he says, changing his words as his fingers slip through the wetness, making my breath catch in my throat. It feels strange with the gloves. It should make his touch less potent considering his flesh isn’t on mine, but that’s not the case. In fact, it makes the intensity skyrocket.

With my hands on his shoulders, he feels the trembles that encase me as he moves up further, towards the throbbing place between my thighs. “Yes, you are…” he whispers.

Isaac pushes me back until my spine is flat on the table and my head hangs over the opposite side. He shoves my skirt hem over my stomach, flipping it out of his way before he hooks one thigh over his shoulder and then the other.

I’m gasping for breath. Shivering with each passing second. My skin feels both frozen and on fire.How does he do this to me?I close my eyes, counting down from ten as I try to suck in as much oxygen as I can. His hot breath brushes over my panties and my insides clench in anticipation.

“That’s right, goddess,” Isaac breathes against me. “Just let me take care of you. Don’t move. Let me feel you. Let me mark you just as you marked me. Good girl.”

I put my wrist up to my mouth and rip my gloves off with my teeth, tossing the first one over the side of the table and then the second. I know what’s about to happen and he might be alright to fuck my pussy with his gloves on, but I want to feel his hair in my grip when he makes me come.

Isaac pulls my underwear to the side and my hands shoot into his hair as his head dips and just before the fireworks explode in my head, I hear his last words. “Good fucking girl.”

34

ISAAC

Aurora is burning under my fingertips. She’s alive. Fiery. Red hot. Every brush of her flesh against mine lights me up inside. She is a craving. A desire I’ve never known. To need someone is to risk yourself. Needing someone isn’t healthy. It’s wrong. Yet, here and now, Ineedher like I need my next breath. Like denying myself her taste, her body, would be to drive the final nail into my coffin.

She drives me to the brink of insanity and instead of taking a step back, instead of saving myself and doing therightthing, I let her push me over. I pull Aurora’s panties to the side and get my first hit of her gorgeous pussy. Just as I expected, she’s ready and ripe for the taking. I don’t want to rush this, though, I want to savor my victory.

I know well enough that this is breaking all sorts of rules. It’s a damn good thing Paris pays the owner of this shop enough that he doesn’t ask questions. Truly, if I actually gave a fuck about the damn piercings, I’d be careful with them. I’m not supposed to do this, but the need for Aurora’s cunt—her come all over my tongue and down my throat is too much. It’s greater.

Despite the soreness in my tongue, I lean down and grin as her thighs clench around my ears. I lick a path straight up her soaked opening. Her back bows off the table and a choked sound escapes her throat as she squirms on my face. Warm, ungloved fingers slide through my hair. Ahhh, that’s what’s wrong. My hands remain gloved—that’s alright, I need to keep them on for what comes after.

I flick the tip of my tongue over her pearl-like clit and relish the feel of her fingers tightening in my hair a split second before I finally give up teasing her and take her pussy the way I want to. I drive my tongue into her opening, lapping her juices up and swallowing them as they drain into my throat. It’s only a touch, only a taste, and already she’s sensitive.

Her moans echo in my ears as she rubs herself against my mouth. A needy little goddess, indeed. She’s practically begging me with her movements, and her body, to take her. My tongue lashes back out, first up one side of her labia and down the other as she trembles all around me. I return to her clit and as if it’s the easiest most natural thing in the world, I clamp the bar now piercing my tongue between my teeth, pushing the little ball at the end out of my mouth as I rub it along her clit.

I’ll have to get a vibrating one soon just to do this all over again and see how long she lasts on my mouth. A fresh wave of wetness gushes out and I reach up to her hole, swirling my fingers into her juices and pushing them back up inside of her. Even through the latex, I can feel her inner muscles contract.

“Isaac!” A choked scream escapes her mouth above and her fingers tighten in my hair. I’m not done. I won’t be, not until that scream of hers is free and loud. I want to hear what I do to her and I want to hear it fucking ringing in my ears.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy as I torture her little clit with my lips and piercing. When it’s not enough, I dive down and suction my mouth around the hard little nub, gently scraping it with my teeth ever so lightly—giving her the tiniest brush of sharpness combined with the softness of my tongue.

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