Page 14 of Tracked By the Fixer

“No,” I say, reaching up to cover his hands with my own. “No, you got here so quickly that they didn’t have a chance to do more than tie me up.”

“Thank god,” he says, resting his forehead against mine. We stay like that for a moment, just breathing each other’s air. Then, he pulls back to look me in the eyes and say, “You can’t do something like that ever again.”

“I won’t,” I say quietly, tightening my grip on him. “Isaiah, I won’t.”

“Fuck, Lilly. If something happened to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself,” he says, sounding both far away and inside my head all at once. “I’ve never felt this way about someone before. You’re special. You’re so fucking special, Lilly. I’m falling for you. I can’t let you put yourself in danger.”

His confession steals all of the breath from my lungs. I almost forget to respond, I’m so overwhelmed by the fact that hereallycares about me too, that hereallywould do anything for me. But then my brain catches up to the situation and finally, for the first time today, I act.

“I think I’m falling for you, too,” I say, my heart pounding with the gravity of the situation. “No,” I amend, the weight of my feelings slamming into me, “IknowI’m falling for you.”

My words spring him into action. He captures my mouth with his, putting so much feeling behind his kiss that I feel like I’m being dragged into his orbit. No…that’s not right. I’m already in his orbit. This is just confirmation that I’m exactly where I need to be.

I push the kiss further, opening my mouth for him before he gets the chance to swipe his tongue over my bottom lip. He makes a pleased sound, taking the opening that I give him. It’s like he’s starving for me, getting his fill with his tongue and his lips.

He lays me back on the floor, and even though I think that I should protest – the room we’re in is dingy and dirty, and there’s blood on the ground not too far away from us. For some reason, it only heightens my need for him. The grittiness of the area is just a testament to the devotion between the two of us.

So, I grab onto his shoulders, urging him to get even closer, to kiss me even harder. He responds eagerly, pushing his tongue in deeper. His hips grind into me, pushing his hard cock against my center.

“Isaiah,” I whimper, my voice muffled by his mouth. “Please.”

He chuckles, the sound sending vibrations up and down my whole body and settling between my legs. His hand slides down to the hem of my dress, and he pushes it up, revealing my arousal-soaked panties. When he slides his fingers over my center, I can’t help but shudder at the touch.

“You’re so fucking wet, Lilly,” he growls, holding himself with one hand and opening the front of his pants with the other. “You like seeing me protect you, is that what it is?”

“Yes,” I whine, looking down the length of our bodies so I can watch his cock spring free from his pants.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, wrapping his hand around his length and stroking himself slowly.

“Please,” I say, reaching between my legs and grabbing the gusset of my panties, pulling it to the side because I can’t wait any longer. Shoving them down my legs would take too much time. “Isaiah, I need you.”

“I need you, too,” he says, lining himself up before lowering his body to kiss me again. As he pushes inside my tight wetness, he growls, “You’re mine, Lilly. All fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I whimper as he starts the steady roll of his hips.

My body responds to his, my lower half lifting up to meet each one of his thrusts. The head of his cock hits the bundle of nerves inside me, and my panties graze my clit. Pleasure and heat wash over me, sinking into each inch of my being.

I kiss him wildly, trying to put all of my feelings into the action. Words are failing me, I couldn’t say anything if I tried. Still, I desperately need him to know how much this means to me, how deep my affection for him runs, that I’m not just thanking him for rescuing me.

From the way that Isaiah’s thrusts get harder and more intense, I think he gets the message.

As he pounds into me, I see our entire lives laid out in front of me. Isaiah and I were always meant to be. If I hadn’t had the altercation with Mr. Tomlinson, we still would have met some other way. I see a marriage and a kid or two. I see growing old with him. Most of all, I see even more of this, even more unspeakable pleasure.

He already knows my body like it’s his own. As more time goes on, he’ll only know me better. And, in the same vein, being able to bring him pleasure will become second nature to me, too.

“I’m– Isaiah,” I whine as my orgasm builds steadily.

“Just let go for me,” he encourages, knowing what I’m trying to say without my even fully voicing it. “I’m right here. I’ve got you, Lilly.”

His reassurance is all I need, and my body reaches a crescendo. Isaiah’s name is on my lips as my body sings his praises. I shake, my pussy clenching around his cock. Air fills my lungs in long, big gasps.

It’s like fireworks are exploding over every single nerve in my body. Isaiah is right there through it all. He’ll always catch me when I fall, no matter what the situation is.

“Oh fuck, Lilly,” he groans, his own climax beginning to crest. “I love you. I love you so goddamn much.”

As the words leave his mouth, he fills me with his load. He grunts, connecting his lips with mine and kissing me deeply. I welcome him in, a whimper catching in my throat.

This is bliss. This moment right here is unequivocally the best moment of my life. I don’t know if anything will ever be able to top it. Isaiah loves me, and I realize that the overwhelming swell of feelings in my chest is love.

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