Backstage (The Barter System Book 4) (10 page)

“When I’ve sucked you, we’ll go back.  Stop fighting me…I’m not kidding, Isaiah.”  She had the button undone and the zipper halfway down.  “I want my way and it’s a win-win.”  She reached into the opening and circled his length with a sigh.  “You’re so hot and hard.” 

Without hesitation, she took him as far as she could with both hands fisted around the length she couldn’t suck.  She worked her fists in opposite twisting motions as she licked, sucked, and nibbled the first few inches.  Her moan around the head almost buckled his knees. 

Isaiah leaned his head against the wall, struggling to control his breathing.  “Mikayla, fuck…what are you doing to me?  No one has ever worked me like…it feels so good.  Don’t stop.” 

He gathered her hair and held it in one hand.  When he tugged the strands, she moaned louder around him, sending intense vibrations over his length. 

She lifted her mouth away but didn’t stop using her hands on him.  “You can guide me.  I trust you.  Fuck into my mouth if you want, I want you to enjoy this…you’ve given me so much.” 

Without waiting for his answer, she took him back in her mouth, sucking with force and he had to lock out his knees.  Watching himself disappear between her full lips was almost too much. 

Glancing up, meeting his eyes, she paused.  Pulling back, she whispered, “I know you want to, Isaiah.  Take what you want.”  Kissing the head, she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.  “Take it and talk dirty to me.  I’m sure there are things you could say to me in this situation.”

Putting one hand in her hair, he fisted the length and gripped his cock just below where the slickness from her mouth ended.  He knew that was as far as she could take him. 

“You’re a shock to my system, Kayla.” 

He thrust forward and she sucked him greedily before he pulled all the way back out.  Several times, he teased her, stroking into her mouth and withdrawing completely.  She groaned in frustration and it made him smile. 

“Is there something you want, pretty girl?”  She nodded.  “You want my cock in your mouth, Mikayla?”  She nodded again, squeezing her thighs together.  One hand reached up to cup her breast. 

“I want it bad.”  He twitched and issued a low rumble from deep in his chest.  “Give it to me.  Let me have this until I can have you again.”

He thrust forward until his fingers met her lips.  The sensation sent chills up and down his spine.  His hips flexed, rocking back and forth, as her moans made his balls draw up tight to his body. 

“You have the prettiest mouth, Mikayla.  I’m using all my control not to come yet.”  One of her hands was on his thigh, kneading gently.  The other was squeezing her breast, her fingers rolling the nipple through her sweater.  “I love watching you touch yourself.” 

She hummed around his cock and slid her hand under her sweater.  A moment later, he realized she’d unbuttoned her jeans and slipped it into her panties.  He fucked her mouth a little harder but didn’t allow himself to go deeper. 

“Are you touching your clit?”  She nodded around him.  “Are you wet, Mikayla?”  She moaned and slid the hand on his thigh to his balls, squeezing in the same rhythm he used on her mouth.  “I want you to come for me and then I’ll let go.  Do that for me.  Stroke yourself and imagine me eating you, my lips and tongue everywhere.” 

Her movements became more urgent and he watched as she came, moaning hard around him and clenching her thighs together. 

“
Jesus.
 
I’m going to come.” 

She nodded and returned her fists to his base, pulling Isaiah harder and more deeply into her mouth until he felt the back of her throat. 

“It feels too good.  Coming hard.” 

He pumped twice and felt his seed leave the end of his cock, felt her throat swallowing him, milking the head, stroking the flat of her tongue on the underside.  He tried to move back and she moved her hands to his ass, holding him as far inside her mouth as she could. 

“Yes, Kayla, take it all.  I’m going to fuck you hard as soon as I can…to thank you for the first blowjob to blow the top of my head off.  Fuck, you’re spectacular.” 

Mikayla pulled back and Isaiah yanked her roughly to her feet.  His hand slipped under her pants and two fingers pressed fast and deep inside her. 

He whispered at her ear, “What a sweet, wet pussy.  Mikayla, you’re burning up.  I just came and want to pound you into this wall right now.”  Her fingers dug into his back and forearm and he pulled back to look at her, his fingers working firmly against her.  “Your clit is so swollen, begging to be sucked.  You have a drop of my come on the corner of your mouth, baby.” 

He watched as she licked it away with her tongue. 

“Come for me.  Please come for me, Mikayla.”  She exploded, bowing her body hard into his.  “That’s it, fuck, you’re so wet…dripping on my fingers.  My mouth is watering.”

He stroked her down, their breathing ragged.  Taking his fingers from her, the sucking sound was audible.  He painted a gloss of her essence over her full lower lip and watched her tongue dart out to taste herself.  She pulled him down for a rough kiss. 

Finally pulling away, he exhaled hard and put her clothing back together.  Tucking his still-hard cock back in his jeans, he managed to fasten them. 

“I can’t get enough of you.”  He waited while she fixed her hair, smiling when she reached out to smooth his and straighten his shirt.  “Do I look like I just came as hard as I did?”  He shook his head slowly. “Do I look like I want to come
more
?”  His smile as he nodded made her laugh. “Excellent.  I’m effectively communicating my feelings.” 

She grabbed his hand and kissed him hard before they cleaned up and headed back to the party.

Chapter Ten

When they reappeared in the main room, Linn looked her sister over with a knowing eye and laughed as Mikayla shrugged without shame. 

The two of them circulated after thanking Theodora effusively for feeding them.  Leaning close to Isaiah, Kayla whispered, “Thank you for dessert.”

Unable to control his laughter, it drew attention.  Flashes went off and he instinctively turned his face.  Reaching up, she cupped his jaw. 

“Keep your eyes on me when the flashes go off.  See how beautiful I think you are, Isaiah.  See how much I want you.”  Raking her fingers through his thick hair, she murmured, “Dance with me.”

“Mikayla…”  He was the only man in the place wearing casual clothing.  His scar…

“Please?”

As he took Mikayla Johannson in his arms to
Giving Him Something He Can Feel
, he knew he never wanted to let her go as long as he was breathing. 

As she swayed gently, she started singing the words while staring into his eyes and he realized that once he finally got her there, he wasn’t sure he’d ever let her out of his bed. 

She kissed him when the song ended and acted as if they were the only two people in the room.  That she was finished giving interviews was quickly obvious.  Her only plan for the rest of the evening was to dance and talk with
him
and she instructed the deejay to play slow songs. 

Isaiah held her, talked softly to her, listened to her sing songs she loved, and it was the only time he’d felt the focus of a woman in such a way – before or since the accident that took his looks.

An hour later, he realized that he’d been slowly taking more and more of her weight.  It seemed she didn’t notice it happening until he lifted her face and stared into her eyes.  “Tired?”

She nodded and straightened. “You relaxed me and suddenly I’m exhausted.”  The way she rubbed her eyes was adorable.  “It just washed over me.  Will you take me home?” 

He nodded and led her across the room to say goodnight to their respective siblings.  Madeline smiled as they approached.  “Have you had enough, Kayla?”

“I’m done, Linn.  I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“After the way you’ve been pushing yourself, I’m shocked you lasted this long.  You had excellent company or you’d have been curled up under the table hours ago.”

Grinning, Kayla winked.  “It was just that one time.”  Going to one knee, she hugged her sister.  “You booked a room?”  Madeline nodded.  “Don’t stay too much longer.  You look like you’re going to fall down.”  To Ezra, she requested, “Can you make sure she gets upstairs safely?  There are so many people here we don’t know.” 

“I will, Mikayla.”

Pressing her cheek to her twin’s, she said, “I can’t wait until the family sees what you did, Linny.”

“Thank you for bringing it to life for me.” 

“I’m glad to be part of your dream.  For as long as you need me.”

Madeline cupped her face and they stared at each other for a long moment.  “You’ve helped each of us, Mikayla.  It’s time for you to chase your own dream now.”

“You know mine.”  She shrugged.  “Silly to most people, I guess.”

Isaiah settled into a chair beside them and tilted his head.  “Your dream isn’t to be an actress?” 

“No.  I like it and I’ll help Linny…but no, that’s not my dream.”

He’d never wanted to know something about someone else so badly in his life.  “What’s
your
dream, Mikayla?”

“I can’t tell you yet.” 

She glanced down at her hands and Linn lifted her face with her finger beneath her chin.  “Your dream is
not
silly.  You’ve done so much to help all of us and now it’s
your
turn.”  Her twin kissed her forehead and murmured, “When you’re overtired, you doubt yourself.  Rest, Kayla.” 

Meeting Isaiah’s eyes, she added, “She needs to sleep badly.  Her nerves, her perfectionist personality, have kept her awake for days.  Once she gets some sleep, she’ll be her usual vibrant self.”

“I’ll make certain.”

“Thank you…for many things.”

“You’re welcome.”  His smile was gentle.  “Thank you for picking our theater.”  To his brother, he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Ezra nodded. 

Bending, Isaiah slipped his arms around Mikayla and lifted her to her feet.  Refusing to pause for anyone who wanted her time, he walked straight through the room and the lobby, to the street.  Hailing a cab with a sharp whistle, he hustled her inside. 

“Isaiah?”

“Yes?”

“Can I go home with you?”

“I’d already planned on it.”  He gave the cabby the address and pulled her to his side.  “Rest.”

She nodded and slumped against him, almost instantly asleep.  Soon, they pulled onto the narrow residential street where he and his brother were raised.  The brownstone had been a true sanctuary many times in his life. 

People who knew New York would have instantly recognized the wealth of the area but Kayla was barely coherent.  He pulled her from the cab and supported her carefully as he paid the driver. 

Lifting her in his arms, she wrapped around him.  He carried her up the steps, unlocked the door, and took her into the home where he hoped she would always feel welcome. 

Once the locks engaged, he carried her upstairs and set her on her feet beside his huge bed.  He’d had it custom made when he passed six-four and kept growing. 

Mikayla yawned and he kissed her forehead.  On his knees, he removed her boots before slowly stripping her out of the remainder of her clothing. 

When she was naked and swaying, he dropped a soft t-shirt over her body and tucked her beneath the thick covers.  She was asleep before he’d stripped out of his clothes and climbed in beside her. 

Turning off the bedside lamp, he spooned around her and she backed up to seal herself to as much of him as she could.  Softly, she said, “I love how warm you are…so warm, inside and out.”

“Sleep, Mikayla.  As long as you need to, just sleep.”

Letting himself fully relax with a woman in his bed for the first time in…well, ever, Isaiah dropped to sleep like a stone in a deep pond. 

His last thought was what a difference a day could make in a man’s life.

Chapter Eleven

When dawn light streamed through the windows on either side of the headboard, Isaiah opened his eyes and met Mikayla’s pretty green ones staring back at him.  She curled around him, her head on his bicep. 

“Hi…good morning.”  Her smile was embarrassed.  “I’m sorry I fell asleep.  What a hot ticket, huh?”

“You were wiped out.”  He brushed her hair back from her face.  “How long have you been awake?”

“A little while.  I didn’t want to wake you.  This is the biggest bed I’ve ever seen in my life.”  She traced his face.  “The sunlight loves you.”

“You slay me.”  He kissed her forehead.  “You’re spectacular in every light.”  The smile she gave him was shy.  “Let’s shower and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Please tell me you have an extra toothbrush.  It’s the only thing in the world I truly need at this moment in time.  I can’t kiss you properly without it.”

Isaiah laughed and got out of bed.  “I happen to have several extras.  Ezra used to crash here if he drank too much.”  He dragged her to the edge of the mattress by her ankles and lifted her in his arms.  She instantly wrapped around him and it made him grin.  “You like to be carried.”

“No one has ever carried me before.  You make me feel petite.  I like it.” 

Lifting one hand, he stroked his fingers through her hair.  Coiling her arms around his neck slowly, she sighed happily before laying her head on his shoulder.  He carried her to the bathroom and found a new toothbrush in his medicine cabinet. 

Taking it gratefully, she kissed his neck where his scar snaked down and nuzzled his bisected cheek before sliding to the floor. 

No one usually touched him, much less his scar.  Mikayla did so constantly and he knew she was reassuring him that he was the only one of the two of them who considered it an issue. 

Isaiah watched as she brushed her teeth, fascinated by the fact that she was standing in his house doing something so ordinary.  Glancing up at him in the mirror, she made a barking noise.  He blinked.

“Cujo…get it?”  He cracked up while she spit and rinsed.  “My humor is bizarre.”

“I enjoy it.”  Planting a kiss on her forehead, he went into the other bathroom down the hall to pee.  When he walked back in the room, the shower was running and she was stripping her clothing away.