Page 11 of High-Rise Heat

I look him in the eye and try to seem unphased, despite the fact that my legs want to wrap around his hips and ask him to prove it. Instead, I lift my arms up out of the water and drape them on either side of the pool ledge, the position arching my back so I’m open and prone, my tits lifting up to skim the water’s surface.

“Good,” I say hotly, relishing the way his eyes rake down my body, and I wonder how exactly he goes after what he wants. Is he the kind of man who will follow through and kiss me? Or will he forget the pretense and peel back the cups of my bikini and start sucking on my tits?

His eyes return to mine and his gaze is unmistakable – he’s going to fuck me.

Beautifully. Completely.

And in this pool.

I inhale sharply, disarmed by the clench in my pussy that aches for him to tear off my bikini bottoms and get to it already.

Only he doesn’t move, not quickly, not in the way my body is aching for him to. Instead, he watches me before pulling himself an inch closer—just an inch—just enough for my aching nipples to brush against his chest and release a sharp moan from my lips. The zip of ecstasy shoots through my extremities, making me close my eyes and roll my head back. Damn! That was barely anything, but my core is pounding.

When I open my eyes, Isaac is slightly above me and dominating, as if he’s waiting for me to ask for more. Except each pass of his chest against my nipples is a tiny stroke that makes my pussy throb and my imagination soar—what would it feel like to have his mouth on my skin? To feel his lips on my tits? A tiny smile hitches the edge of his mouth as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

My mouth falls open at the tight ball of electricity that winds in my breasts and our eyes catch as if he knows exactly how intense this is. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move his hands to satisfy me. Instead he makes me wait. He makes me sit here and see how much can I take.How long?is the question his eyes ask.How much can you take before you ask me to touch you?

Only, he doesn’t know how long I can hold out. How long Ihaveheld out, and how this act alone—my tits on his chest—is a delicacy I could savor for hours. I’m practically delirious with the cloud of sensations aching through my breasts, my mouth dry as the gentle up and down of our bodies fills me with tension.

“Isaac,” I whisper, tilting my head back so I can look up the night—a thousand stars have emerged out of the darkness. “I, I haven’t had …” I close my eyes and savor the tiny roll of heat that zips from my tits down to the heat between my legs. “I—I—” I stutter through delirious rolls of pleasure. “It’s been—”

“A long time?” Isaac asks roughly, rocking his hips forward—and suddenly or whole bodies connect. I gasp at the pressure of him as our bodies mold together, our hips, our thighs, our—

“Oh God, is—” I gasp again, feeling his hard cock press against my core. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering as my legs instinctually fall open to allow his thickness to rub against my bikini bottoms.

“When I want something,” Isaac repeats, pumping the length of his erection across my clit. “I go out and get it.”

My mouth falls open in a silent gasp and his lips connect with my neck. He drags them over the ridge of my gasping throat and up my jaw until his mouth is open against mine where he swallows my hot and wicked panting. He smiles under my gasps, as if claiming each as his own, and every part of us that connects under water is throbbing.

His entire body is a brand.

“Of course,” Isaac says, his tongue grazing my bottom lip that’s plump and gasping for him. “I take what I want, Ilsa, but the question is …”

“Uh-huh?” My nipples press eagerly into his chest, my legs already wrapping his hips.

“Are you in love with my friend?”

“What?” I pull back startled. Only, I can’t go anywhere. I can only shift my shoulders and glare at him, overly aware of his cock pressed snuggly against my bikini bottoms. “What the—” I shake my head, flustered and annoyed that he’s bringing up the elephant in the other room. “Are you kidding?” I snap. “You know where your cock is right now, right? And then you askthat?”

But then his mouth is on mine, kissing me hot and deep. It’s fucking incredible, demanding, and tender, as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and starts nibbling. Nibbling in a way I want him to be nibbling on other parts of me. Nibbling in a way that makes me slip my tongue in his mouth and take the power back. He reacts immediately, kissing me harder and with more force. I let go of the pool and wrap my arms around his shoulders, threading my fingers into his dark hair. He responds by deepening the kiss and pulling back just enough to slide his arms around my body so I’m wrapped in his muscled arms, his wide palms cupping my shoulder blades.

His fingers tease the strings that tie my bikini top on and I moan into his mouth, wanting him to unravel them. Instead he digs his hips into mine, forcing my legs to widen and accommodate the thickness of his body. His hands drop to my knees, securing them over his waist as he rolls his pelvis and rocks his cock against me. Black spots of desire race across my vision and it’s so hot I know all I need to do is push down his shorts and get him to untie the strings on my hips. Then our lower halves will be bare and the next time he rolls his hips like that we’ll be fucking.

But Isaac pulls away, panting, and I stare up at him, my whole chest heaving with how turned on I am.

“Did that kiss answer your question?” I say brazenly, staring up at him hotly. He smiles before sliding both of his hands down over my ass and kneading his fingers into my cheeks with a heat that makes me want his hands massaging my every inch of me, every muscle, dominating me and tearing out my pleasure.

“Tell me honestly,” Isaac says, slipping his fingers under the edge of my bikini bottoms so his fingers are completely palming my bare ass.

“Yes?” I rasp out, pressing into his chest so I can lift my ass higher, and—damn—his fingers slide just where I want them—they slip down over my ass to lightly brush the back of my pussy. “Yes, Isaac?” I urge, wanting him to dip his fingers inside me, even if it’s just the tips and that’s all he can reach from this angle.

He growls as my eagerness, his fingers parting me from behind. “Tell me honestly,” he repeats, his middle finger teasing my entrance in the space where his other fingers have opened me wide. I gasp against his neck, needing him now, and the taste of his salty skin has me aching and quivery. “Tell me honestly, how would you feel if Dom walked out here in five minutes and found us fucking?”

I pull back and glare at him. “What kind a game are you playing at?” I snap, furious. Furious at how prone and ready I am. Furious that he’s trying to mess with me by turning me on and then denying me! Fantastic. Just what I need, another man who won’t step up! I drop my legs and yank his hands out of my bikini bottoms, even though my pussy is screaming at me for doing so. “Jesus! I can’t believe this is some stupid game to you!”

“Oh, now hold on—” Isaac says, his powerful hands clutching my waist. “I’mnot the one playing at anything.” I try to squirm out of his grip, but when I look up, the direct heat in his eyes is alarming. “For me, things are very clear,” he says calmly, pushing me back against the wall and nudging my knees open with his. Before I know it, his cock is pressed hotly between my

thighs again. The bastard. “Do you get me hot?” he asks, thrusting his cock against my bikini bottoms in answer to his question. “Hell fucking yes.”

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