Worshipped (Worshipped Series Book 1) (6 page)

“Are you sure you want to play?” he asks me.

I can’t speak; my body is in overdrive, ready, waiting for what he has in store. All I can do is nod my head and moan in agreement. I feel him get off the bed—just for a moment—to undress.

He spreads my legs as wide as they will go and starts torturing me. His mouth is everywhere. I can’t keep up with him. He starts at my nipples, down to my clit, and then back to my neck. Once I think I have his next move down, he changes it up. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. His combination of licks and bites along with the blindfold, and being tied up, makes this entire fuck session incredible.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he has two fingers inside me. At the same time he plays with my nipples with his mouth, sucking them, biting. I’m not going to last much longer. As if he senses my orgasm, he stops. “What are you doing?” I beg.

I need this release. Why is he stopping? “Hold on, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He takes me by surprise when he flips me on my stomach. My hands are crossed in an almost painful way. I try to hold myself up, but I find that I can’t.

I feel his thick, long cock fill me then. I scream at the sensations he gives me. He starts slow, letting me get adjusted to him. Then he thrusts harder, deeper with each one. I hang at that pleasure/pain spot, wanting it to never end.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Scream for me,” he tells me.

I do as he wants. I scream his name, taking him with each thrust. “Come, Riley. Now,” he demands. I come at full force, losing my breath in the process. He comes with me as well, screaming my name, filling me until there is nothing left.

After we both find our breath, Isaac unties me, and takes me to the shower. “That was incredible,” he says.

I can’t agree more. I stand on my toes and give him a kiss. After our shower, we both climb into bed getting comfortable. Isaac reaches over and pulls me closer to him. It is the best feeling I’ve had with anyone in a really long time. Isaac makes me feel so wanted and safe. Like nothing in the world can ever hurt me again.

I’m about to doze off when Isaac asks, “Would you like to go to a charity ball on Friday? Our company always hosts at least one every year.”

I smile against his chest, thinking that this man has got to be too good to be true. “I would love to go with you,” I tell him. Isaac kisses me and we both fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.

The week seems to fly by. Before I know it, Friday is here, and I’m getting ready to go with Isaac to his company’s charity ball. Isaac told me to be ready at eight, so I’m surprised when he shows up at seven.

“Am I running behind?” I ask.

“No, Riley. I just wanted to see you. We haven’t had a chance to see each other since Monday.” Isaac sounds strained.

I’m not sure what has gotten into my lover, but I try my best to comfort him. I walk over to him, cupping his face with my hands and tell him, “Isaac, you are a good man to me. Any girl would be just as lucky to have you like I do.”

He looks at me with those blue eyes and I can see something is bothering him. I kiss him tenderly, hoping to bring him out of whatever he is going through.

He pulls away from me, and then he says, “You should finish getting ready, we don’t need to be late.”

I give him one last look before returning to my room. I wish Isaac would confide in me. As I put on the strapless black ball gown, I feel Isaac watching me. Maybe he needs more than I can give.

He is really making me question this past week with him. No, I can’t think that way. I hope whatever it is, he will work it out soon.

I pull my hair into a bun, letting the dress Isaac picked out show. With all my hair, it would’ve taken away from the exquisite gown. The dress just hits my ankles, so I pair it with my black lace heels. I walk into the living room to find Isaac on the phone. When he sees me, he hangs up and walks over to me.

“Riley,” he whispers. “You look stunning in that dress.”

“Thank you, Isaac.” He grabs my waist, pulling me close. He roughly kisses me, pushing me against the wall. He has one hand on my face, forcing my head to turn as he kisses down my neck. Just as I think things are looking up, the doorbell rings.

“Shit,” Isaac says with frustration. I try to get my composure back; I wasn’t expecting anyone. When Isaac opens the door, I’m glad it is just Conner. He seems to have a way of calming Isaac down. Isaac’s mood changes the instant he sees Conner.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. I figured you two wanted a ride.”

“Thanks, man, I hadn’t even thought about how to get us back,” Isaac says. I guess with all the fucking up lately with the company, it must have slipped his mind.

“Shall we go?” Conner asks. We both nod and make our way to the limo.

Once inside, I feel like a weight is lifted off me. I can tell Isaac’s mood has taken a turn for the best. Soon we pull into the hotel D&W Industries has booked for the charity ball. The Hilton went all out for the company. They have a casino theme for the night. The staff set up poker tables around the back wall, a roulette table in the middle, and all sorts of different gambling games. I’m impressed.

The boys seem to gleam with excitement. I’m quickly introduced to many faces, which I can’t seem to recall. There are just so many people that Isaac and Conner know.

“Riley, would you like a break from all this?” Conner asks. I nod a little too happily and take his hand. I can feel Isaac’s eyes watching me closely.

“Don’t worry about Isaac, he will be fine,” he tells me.

I believe him, knowing he knows Isaac better than anyone. He leads me to the dance floor as the DJ starts the Waltz. I’m not as skilled in the Waltz as Conner, but he is happy to lead me around.

“I have a confession to make,” Conner confesses.

“Oh, and what would that be?” He has my curiosity going now.

“I want you, Riley,” he blurts. I’m in complete shock. I had a feeling this was coming after our last encounter.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask. “Isaac is your best friend, more like a brother. How can I do that to him?” I start to panic a little. I know this is wrong, but I can’t deny how my body reacts to Conner.

“Trust me, Riley. Isaac isn’t that type of guy.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean? After Conner drops that bomb on me, I glance at Isaac, trying to figure out what Conner is telling me. Isaac’s eyes never left me the whole time I’ve been dancing with Conner. When our eyes meet, he nods his head, as if telling me it is okay.

I can’t wrap my brain around this. Just as I’m about to run back to Isaac, Conner pulls me close and whispers, “You know you want this, Riley. Why are you fighting it? Stop thinking and do what your body is telling you to do.” I can’t run away now. I’m at a loss for words.

“Riley, I know you think this is wrong, but I promise you, nothing bad will happen. I can sense how I make you feel. You’re turned on already, just thinking about it,” he tells me. I’m at a crossroads. What am I supposed to do now?

“Come with me,” he demands. I follow him, not wanting to cause a scene, and part of me wants this as well. I am definitely going to hell for this.

I didn’t realize that Conner and Isaac were staying at this hotel. How convenient. We only have to go up one flight of stairs to get to Conner’s room. He unlocks the door with his room key and takes me inside. His suite is incredible. The Hilton is known for its luxury rooms. Conner shuts the door, and I become fully aware of what is happening. He slowly takes off his tux jacket, and tosses it on the nearby chair.

“Unfortunately, we are going to have to make this quick,” he says.

I don’t know what to say. My body reacts to his every word. My sex throbs, wetness runs down my thighs, and he makes it so much harder to think straight.

“Stop thinking, Riley, just feel,” he tells me sternly.

Can I really go through with this? I know this is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t help myself from wanting Conner. Isaac does seem to be all right with this. He would’ve come to get me if not, right?

I finally get up the courage just to go for it. I stop thinking and unzip my dress for him. It falls to the floor, his eyes watching the whole time. I’m wearing my matching black bra and garter set. He looks at me like a man dying of need. He stares, devouring me with his eyes. He’s pleased I still have my thigh-high stockings on with my heels.

He approaches me, his breathing so fast he’s almost panting. Those grey eyes turn dark, his pupils dilating. I know he wants me right now, and I can’t believe how much control he is using.

He walks over to me, carefully taking his time. He touches my face, using his hands to caress my arms, slowly moving to my breasts, my stomach; sending chills up my spine. My sex clinches hard, wanting him to go further. He grabs my hips, pulling me forcefully closer to him.

When he kisses me, the world around us disappears. Nothing else matters, nothing but pleasure. As he kisses me ever so passionately; he lays me gently down on the bed. Using his skillful hands, he makes his way to my sex. I look at him; he’s smirking, letting me know he is very pleased I am already ready for him. He slips two fingers inside me then, sending delicious sensations to my womb. He isn’t rough; he’s gentle with me, almost if he is afraid to break me.

With one snap of his fingers, he has my bra off, exposing my breasts to him. My nipples harden, waiting for him. He bites and sucks until they are sore from all the sensations and attention he gives them. I moan, letting my body take over.

When he takes his fingers out of me, I groan, not wanting him to leave my hot sex. He takes his fingers and begins to suck them. This is beyond hot. He is definitely satisfied with my taste. He kisses me hard, losing some of that control he tries ever so hard to hold on to.

With his body pressed against me, he takes both of my hands, putting them both over my head, holding me down as he begins to tease me. He doesn’t bother taking off my panties, he just slips them aside, giving him enough room to enter me.

His hard thick cock fills me, bringing me almost over the edge. He takes his time, almost as if he wants to remember every sensation. “Look at me,” he commands me.

We stare into each other’s eyes, lost in the passion. He begins to thrust hard and deep, making sure to keep a slow rhythm. It is so erotic with us watching each other and his slow movements. After however long, he finally begins to speed up. I can tell he is getting close, just as I am.

“I want you to come with me, Riley,” he whispers to me.

We come together, lost in each other. It was an amazing quickie. I lie there just letting all the sensations wash over me. Conner gets up and walks to the bathroom to clean himself up. I take that as my cue to get dressed too. I get up to grab my dress. I’m putting my dress back on, when there is a knock at the door. I wonder to myself who it could be as Conner opens the door.

Isaac steps inside the room and my heart drops into my stomach. Guilt is the only emotion I feel right now. “Riley, let me help you,” he says as he walks over to me.

I turn around for him to zip my dress back up. He says nothing as he touches my back, turning me to him. I’m glad Conner went back into the bathroom.

“Isaac, I don’t know what to say,” I confess to him.

“There’s nothing to say, baby. Come, let’s go back to the party.” I’m in utter shock. How can he be so calm about this?

The rest of the night is a blur. I can’t remember anything about coming home, or getting ready for bed. My head is spinning at all the thoughts. When I lie down, Isaac comes into my room.

“Riley, I wish you would say something. Anything,” he begs me to confide in him.

“What do you want me to say? All I can feel right now is how I betrayed you, and the guilt is tearing me apart,” I tell him. I fight back the tears swelling up now.

Isaac once again surprises me by saying, “It’s all right, Riley. I trust you.”

My mind is going a million miles an hour. Am I really okay with being shared? Most men are possessive of their women, but not Isaac and Conner. I really don’t understand.

“Isaac?” I attentively ask. Isaac looks over at me telling me he has my full attention.

“Why do you feel like you have to share me with Conner?” He doesn’t answer right away but when he does, I’m shocked by what he says.

“The thing is, Riley, I’m not the man you need. I have a dark need within me and Conner helps balance me. He is the kind and gentle one with you. I am more of the, how to put it…I guess what I’m trying to say is, without Conner, you wouldn’t want just me.”

I lie there thinking about what Isaac told me. In a way, he’s right. He doesn’t do half the things Conner does. I don’t say anything else about the matter. All I want is to sleep. One good night would help me clear all this craziness up. Isaac climbs into bed with me rubbing my head until I fall into a deep, restless sleep.