Scarred Beauty (14 page)

“It’s okay to have selfish moments,” she said
running her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want to be selfish with you.”

Licking her lips, she thought about what he
meant. “We all deserve some time to ourselves, Isaac. Even you.”

“In every aspect of my life I’m selfish. I get
what I want and don’t care about the consequences. With you, I want to be
different. I want to be a better man.”

He carried her over to the bed and wrapped her
in his arms. Noelle was confused. He spent his entire life assisting women. As
an escort he was paid to be there. She refused to bring up his working life.
She didn’t want it to get between them.

He caressed her body as she lay in his arms. She
watched his hand move up and down her body. When he rested his palm on her
stomach she took a deep breath trying to suck all of her stomach in.

“Don’t do that. I love your body.”

“I’m not skinny,” she said.

“I know, and that is what makes you perfect.”

She sensed something was wrong with him, and it
made her uncomfortable that he wasn’t telling her the problem. Noelle stopped
his hand from moving by placing her own over his. “Tell me what is on your
mind.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

“Tell me, Isaac.”

He pulled away, releasing a sigh while he did.
She sat up on the bed taking a pillow to cover her nakedness.

“I’ve got to leave for a week or so, and I won’t
be able to make our visits,” he said.

“Is it something I’ve done or said? I could take
it back.” She instantly thought he wanted to get away from her.

“Nothing you do could ever send me away.” He
cupped her cheek and stroked her scar. The touch which had made her nervous had
turned into more of a comfort to her now. “I’ve got business to attend to. I’ll
call you when I get back.”

She nodded her head, relieved his trip had
nothing to do with her. “Do you need to leave tonight?”

“No. I’m spending the night here with you.
You’re not leaving me tonight,” he said.

“Okay.” She answered him even though it hadn’t
been a question but an order.

“Good.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. She
melted to him instantly, responding to the heat of his kiss. Isaac took
control. He lay back against the pillows and brought her over his thighs. They
kissed with her on top. Noelle felt his cock thicken as she sat across from
him, his seed leaking out of her pussy onto his lap. She moaned. She hadn’t
thought about protection before. Could she have children? Putting the panic
from her mind she took his lips. If Isaac wasn’t concerned then she wouldn’t
let it bother her.

“I want you to take me like this with you on
top,” he said.

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Yes, you can. I want it.” He helped to lift her
off his lap as he gripped the base of his shaft. She looked down and watched as
he slid the weeping tip through her juices. She hadn’t found a release last
time, but she was wet from his attention.

“Tilt your hips, and let me get my cock inside
you.” Noelle did as he instructed and gasped as she slid down his length. From
this position she felt as if he was in her stomach. The depth shocked her. She
held onto his waist as he moved his hands to her hips. “I’m almost in. Just a
little more.”

“You’re too big.”

“You took all of me last night. I just feel
bigger because you’re on top. You’re in control, Elle. Take me.” He guided her
down the last few inches. She cried out. “I’m in. Do you feel me in here?” He
pressed a hand to her stomach above her pelvis. The press of his fingers
intensified the feeling of him.

She stayed still, not moving to get herself used
to being on top. From the position with her hands, he pressed her breasts
together. Isaac cupped her tits in his hands and thumbed her nipples.

“Move when you’re ready. I’m your slave.”

Noelle liked the sound of that. Very slowly, she
thrust her pelvis. He kicked inside her. Both of them cried out at their
combined pleasure. Lifting up off him she moved back down on his shaft to get
used to the feel of him. Isaac stared at her and waited for her.

“Come on, baby, take me. I’m yours.”

She found a pace which started out slow. The bliss
from his hands on her body and the pleasure she found from being on top
and
 
in control were more than she could
stand.
 
Flinging her head back she fucked
him.

“That’s it. Take your pleasure. Use me,” he
said.

In his arms she felt like a woman. Nothing could
take away the experience she had with him.

“Touch yourself,” he said.

“You touch me.”

She wanted his hands on her body.

“Are you ordering me?” he asked with a smile.

“You’re my slave, and as my slave you’d do what
I ask.”

“Close your eyes.”

Noelle closed her eyes as he touched her clit.
She cried out, squeezing her pussy around him. The tightness of her cunt wasn’t
lost on her.

“Fuck. Do that again.”

She squeezed her pussy and he fingered her clit.
She watched him lick his fingers and move back to her pussy.

Their pace sped up as the pleasure intensified.

“That’s it. I’m going to come, baby. Take me
harder. I’m not going to spunk inside you until you grip me and I feel your
cream soaking my dick.”

His naughty words held her captive. He flicked
her clit, and she fell apart from his ministrations. With her climax she drove
harder down on his cock, the pleasure making her forget about the bit of pain
from having him at such an exposed angle.
 
His hands on her hips took over everything as he pounded her pussy.

“Fuck,” he growled. He kicked inside her, and
she felt the pulse as jets of his cum shot into her pussy. Biting her lip, she
tried to keep the cry of pleasure.

“Let it go,” he said.

She screamed, collapsing on top of him, their
skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Isaac held her through the emotions. Tears
blurred her vision. Never had she felt so close to anyone as in the moments of
release with Isaac.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Thank you.”

He held her to him as she gained her breath. She
didn’t want to move for fear it would break the connection between them, the
connection far greater than the physical.

“I love you, Isaac.” She whispered the words not
sure if he could hear them. Last night she hadn’t been sure. Spending the day she’d
been able to come to terms with her thoughts and feelings. She knew without any
doubt that Isaac owned her heart. What hurt her the most was she didn’t know
his last name.

Chapter Sixteen

Three days later

Isaac sat in the bar and watched the gorgeous
blonde eyeing him up. She’d been eating him for a good hour during his dinner
reservations with a potential client. He’d bagged the case and would be flying
back home soon. Staying for the week was what he’d chosen to do to avoid
meeting Noelle. Their last visit had turned into something more than two people
fucking. She was starting to mean more to him, and he couldn’t accept that.

Rubbing his chest, he drank the scotch down in
one shot. Brad refused his phone calls, and
Clark
kept phoning him at every moment. He needed to have a clean break from Noelle.
The words she’d whispered on their last night together kept playing inside his
mind. She was twenty years younger than he and had her whole life ahead of her.
She didn’t need to be marred by his reputation.

He took a long drink of his scotch and waited
for the blonde to make her move. They always assessed him before moving in.
Glancing down at his watch he gave her less than five minutes to make her way
over. Staring down at his glass, he signalled the barman for a refill. The
moment the man had finished filling his glass, the blonde sat down in the
opposite seat.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked with the same
old lines.

“Not anymore,” he said. Boredom hit him square
between the eyes. He stared at her for several moments. Her face was perfectly
made up without a single smudge or smear on her. She had blonde, straight hair,
which emphasised her features and flawless skin. The gown she wore dipped down
to the waist showing she wore no bra and revealing much of her breasts. All he
would need to do was reach out and slip his hand inside her dress to feel the
weight of her tits.

Instead, he turned back to his drink, which held
more appeal.

“You look lonely,” she said.

“And I guess you want to help me with that?”
Noelle wouldn’t do anything like this. He knew that while he was away she would
be counting the days until she next saw him. On the other hand, he was sitting
in a bar considering taking a woman up to his room and fucking the life out of
her to rid himself of the feelings Noelle evoked within him.

“You won’t be disappointed.”

“No? Then I guess I better finish my drink, and
we should go on up to my room.” He flung back the rest of his glass, swallowing
it down in one large gulp. Isaac wanted the fire and burn to let him know he
was alive. Pulling out his wallet, he passed the barman a load of bills and
told him to keep the change. Grabbing the woman’s hand, he led her over to the
elevator.

People walked around the foyer, but when he and
the woman got inside the cart no one was there. The moment the doors closed,
Isaac pinned the nameless woman against the wall as he plundered her mouth. She
raised her hands above her head pressing her chest against him. The thinness of
her body was distracting him. He felt all of her bones and ribs. The body he
touched wasn’t Noelle. Pushing thoughts of her aside, he captured the woman’s
lips and kissed down to her neck. Her breasts were small and didn’t fill his
hands, and the bones of her hips weren’t turning him on. As quickly as his
arousal had come the feel of her body was turning him off. The bell to say the
elevator stopped came, and then the doors opened giving him the fresh air he
needed. The scent of her perfume was making him feel nauseous.

They passed several couples, but he didn’t stop
to make small talk. He got to his room, pushed the key card in and pulled her
into the room. Without talking, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her.
Closing his eyes he tried to picture Noelle. If he had to think about her to
get hard then that is what he would do. Pulling the dress down off her
shoulders he filled his hands with the weight of her tits, which wasn’t much.

“Slow down,” she said.

“Shut up, and don’t talk.”

She moaned, which only grated on his nerves.

You
shouldn’t be doing this, Isaac.

Shaking his head he moved her to the bedroom.
She removed the last of her clothes, and he saw she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. The moment he looked at her, a vision of Noelle pinned against the
door entered his mind. She had worn panties, and the need to be inside her had
consumed him.

Forcing her to the back of his mind, he took the
stranger’s lips once again, intent to lose himself in the fuck. She began
unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers.

Don’t think.
Don’t think. Don’t think.

He watched her pull his trousers down and go for
the waist band of his pants.

“I love
you, Isaac.”
Noelle’s face and beautiful smile came
to him, the vision of the pain on her face as he took her virginity.

What are
you doing, Isaac? You took her innocence, and now you’re about to have useless
sex with a woman you don’t care about and whose name you don’t know. You’re
just like your father.

She moved his boxers down an inch, and he placed
his hands over hers.

“Stop,” he said, pulling out of her hold. He
walked to the opposite side of the room and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean? You’re Isaac Welch. Of course
you can do this.”

The fact she knew his name didn’t surprise him.
Most women knew who he was before they checked him out.

He picked her dress off the floor. “I can’t do
this. I’ve got a girl waiting for me back home.”

“She must be special if you don’t want to get
down and dirty with me,” she said.

“I’m not going to answer that, and if any of
this gets its way to the press I will ruin you.” He turned his back while she
finished dressing.

Glancing at his watch, he knew it would be
morning where Noelle was. He waited for the woman to finish dressing, pulled a
couple of notes from his wallet as he grabbed his trousers. He handed the bills
to her.

“I’m not a whore,” she said.