Page 41 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
A raspy groan escapes Isaac’s lips when my index finger glides over the fine hairs on his perfect V muscle. His gruff moan spurs on my pursuit as my impending climax overrules rational thinking. My breaths rebound off his shoulder before the lash of my tongue cools his salty, sun-scorched skin.
His grip on the handlebars tightens when my hand glides into the rim of his shorts. My thighs quake when my fingertips graze his swollen cock that’s struggling to be contained in his black shorts.
The Wave Runner stops surging forward when I curl my hand around his shaft. Although I’m being spurred on by a massive surge of brazenness, I freeze, hesitant from my boldness. I want to touch him more than my lungs crave air, but should I be doing this?
Sensing my hesitation, Isaac curls his hand over mine to guide it up and down his impressively large shaft. His rhythm is fast enough to be pleasurable but slow enough, he won’t come anytime soon.
“Just like that, baby,” he breathes out, his words thick and raspy.
When he releases my hand from his grasp, I slide it up and down his veined cock in the rhythm he demonstrated. He groans when my thumb runs over his knob to gather a bead of pre-cum formed there. I use it as lubrication to quicken my strokes. My seamless pumps have his body coiling tight, racing toward release at a record-setting pace.
Slithering my spare hand into his shorts, I cup his balls, squeezing and kneading them. When his breath catches in his throat a short time later, I know he’s close to climax.
“Fuck, Isabelle.”
The sexy roughness of his voice has my climax hovering toward the edge. It usually takes a lot more stimulation to make me come, but hearing his gruff moans have my orgasm teetering on the brink. Once he topples into ecstasy, I’ll be right alongside him.
My eyes pop open when Isaac’s hand suddenly stills mine. I groan as my insides scream, demanding their release.
Lifting my gaze, I discover what caused his swift reaction. Colby is on a Wave Runner heading toward us, his speed unchecked. When I attempt to pull my hands out of Isaac’s shorts, he seizes my wrist and holds it in place. I squeeze his cock hard, trying to force him to relinquish my hand. My sex gets wetter when his cock twitches in response to my painful squeeze.
Colby pulls his Wave Runner close to ours. “Are you guys okay? Are you out of fuel?”
“We’re a little busy.” Isaac’s tone is arrogant.
Cocking a brow, Colby assesses my face. I’m sure my flushed expression and wide eyes will clue him in on why we’re busy, but instead of being angry at what he’s just stumbled upon, he grins and winks.
My brows scrunch as a mask of confusion slips over my face.How is he not as embarrassed as me?
Colby throws a rope to Isaac. “Here, let me tow you back.”
“We don’t need a fucking tow.” Isaac clutches the rope and throws it back to Colby.
Since Isaac has relinquished my wrist from his hold, I remove my hand from his shorts.
“Come on, Isaac, everyone needs a hand every now and again,” Colby remarks with sarcasm.
Overcome with embarrassment, my gaze drifts to anything but Colby’s cheeky face. He chuckles at my response, his laughter echoing in the uncomfortable silence now plaguing our group.
“I’m just joshing with you, Isaac. Don’t be so riled up all the time,” Colby quips.
Instead of replying, Isaac tightens his jaw.
“I just came out to tell you Henry Gottle is here to see you,” Colby informs him.
Isaac curses under his breath. “I forgot about an important meeting with him.”
Assuming he’s talking to himself, I don’t bother replying.
“Thanks, Colby, tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
With a final flirty wink, Colby’s Wave Runner whizzes back to the jetty. Once he’s out of eyesight, Isaac pivots around to face me. My cheeks flush with heat when he places a kiss on my palm.
“We’ll finish this later.”
Since it’s more a statement than a question, I don’t grace him with a reply.
The ride back to the jetty is made in complete silence. My orgasm that was racing toward the brink has been secured and locked away. My excitement vanished the instant Colby mentioned Henry Gottle was here to see Isaac. I was tempted to ask Colby if he meant Henry Gottle, III, or his father, the suspected mob boss of New York City. Luckily, my levelheadedness resurfaced before that question seeped from my lips.
