Isaac's Reward

Leaving the den of debauchery behind us, I helped her up the stairs as she guided me to the guest room. Like the living room, Ryan predicted that someone would be using this considering an old blanket was thrown over top the bed. I thought back to the towels everyone was using downstairs. The guy was going to be doing a lot of laundry.

Emma pulled away from me as she went to the bed. I shut the door behind me as I gradually made my way after her. She didn’t collapse on the bed as I expected her. Turning, she waited for me to close the distance. After spending who-knows-how-long listening to the sounds of moans, grunts, and other sex sounds, the room was eerily quiet.

“Six guys in one night,” she breathed as I wrapped my arms around her. Her head tipped back slightly to look up at me, a confident smile on her lips. “Slutty enough for you?”

I answered her with a kiss. It was a mix of passion and gentleness. One I infused with my heart and feelings towards her—and one she returned in equal measure. Breaking it, the silence lingered as her eyes remained closed. When she opened them, she focused on me.

“I want you to make love to me.”

I quirked my eyebrow, a half-smile on my face. “After six guys had their way with you?”

“That a problem?” she asked with a tired smile, already knowing the answer.

“Not. At. All,” I answered between kisses as I took her to bed.

“Please be gentle,” she said as I practically ripped my underwear off. “You have no idea how sore I am right now.”

“Should have skipped Grant then,” I said as my lips kissed her neck.

She giggled. “I think you enjoyed that one more than I did.”

“Doubtful.”

I didn’t think too much of the soft moans she made as my lips went down her chest. It wasn’t until I was doing my usual routine of loving those wonderful boobs of hers that it hit me. Emma was moaning. With me. Me.

Lifting my head, she seemed pleased with the direction things were heading. Me stopping caused her to look up and meet my eye. “Something wrong?” she asked with a hint of anxiety in the question.

“Are you faking those?”

She blinked a few times. “Faking what?”

“The moans.”

“No?”

Grinning, I turned my attention back to those lovely things. It was so much better getting feedback. I wasn’t expecting anything like what I’d seen downstairs, but imagining what awaited me tonight had me wanting to skip straight to putting it in. I resisted the impulse. Emma wanted me to make love to her, and I was going to love every inch of her.

After some light teasing and gentle caresses, my lips went lower. From her breasts down to her navel. Anxiety filled me as I wondered how far I could push it. Going lower, I was stopped by her voice.

“Isaac…”

I sighed, looking up.

“No.”

Pouting, I reversed course. “Sorry,” I said before kissing her.

“You know I don’t like that.”

“Yeah, but you said you would reward me so…”

“T-that,” she said with a blush. “I was thinking that tonight you can talk dirty while we make love.” I raised my eyebrows. “I-if you want,” she said, glancing away. “I know today was a challenge, so tonight… whatever you want… however you want me…”

“Mmm,” I said, pretending to think about it. “I accept. But!” I said, holding up a finger. “I also want to go down on you at least once.” Her smile faded. “I know you don’t like it, which is why I won’t pressure you too much on it, but I really want to.”

“Why?”

My cheeks heated, but I didn’t turn away. “I’m jealous.”

“Huh?”

“Well, other guys have done it, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t like it then either.”

“You’ve had a lot of experience before we got together, and I love that about you. It’s dumb, but it doesn’t feel right that another guy got to do something with you that I never will.”

The silence stretched as we stared at each other. Finally, she sighed. “One time.” I grinned. “You get five minutes. Will that satisfy you?” I kissed her before immediately heading down. “Woah, woah, woah there!” she said, grabbing at me. “Not now!”

“But—”

“I’m not going to let you do that after… all that.” I blinked a few times.

“Oh.”

“Dumbass,” she huffed. “Now can we please continue where you left off? You have no idea how much I want you.”

I grinned as I grabbed a condom from the stack. There were quite a few of them and while I would have loved to use the majority of them, I don’t think Emma would allow that. Hell, I don’t think I could manage it and I hadn’t done anything all day. The amount there was clearly for multiple people.

Condom in place, I positioned myself at her entrance before pausing. Glancing up, I found her waiting anxiously.

“Isaac?”

“Just thinking…” Her head flopped against the bed.

“What now?” she groaned.

“Trying to figure out if you want me, or my cock.” Frowning, she stared up at me. Grinning, I shifted to run my erection against her wet slit.

“Ugh,” she whined as I teased her. “Isaac. Please…”

“It’s just… how do I know you want me after I watched you go wild with all those other guys?” Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t say anything as she stared at me. “Didn’t look to me like you cared much about who you were with, only that they had one of these,” I said as I continued to tease her.

“You know I want you.”

“Do I? You didn’t seem to want me much when other guys were available.” She didn’t respond. I knew she wasn’t a fan of this sort of thing outside of roleplaying. After watching all that? This was a necessary release for me. Perhaps it might have been better to slip under the protective cover of a ‘game,’ but it was safe to say we didn’t want that right now. I understood the need for some caution. This wasn’t something we could blame missteps on roles or the situation. Maybe that was why Emma didn’t want us to have dirty talk during our lovemaking. Everything we said now was authentic.

A bit terrifying, I’ll admit. I was about to crack open the door and let her have a peek at the monster inside me. I loved her, and as much as we joked around with the whole pervert and slut thing, there was some truth to that.

From the serious expression she was giving me, I think she felt the same way.

“Tell me what you want,” I said softly, dropping the playful tone from earlier.

“I want you.”

“Only me?” I asked, still rubbing myself against her. She hesitated as I stared into her eyes. I stopped moving at her conflicted expression, not expecting that to trip her up. That was when it hit me. Emma wasn’t playing a role right now, which is why she had no snappy answer for me. What I was seeing was the battle with her own little monster. Who was she? Was she my sweet, lovable Emma? The girlfriend who loved me. What about the other side of her? The woman who enjoyed toying with the one she loved.

My hand caressed her face as I gave her a loving smile. “Don’t think about the future. A year from now? Five? We are going to be different people so it is no use thinking that far in advance. Answer for who you are right now,” I said softly. “Emma, do you want only me?” The words cleared whatever conflict she was warring with. The blue eyes that I loved so much never looked away as she answered.

“No,” she answered.

“You want to sleep with other men.”

“I do.”

I could no longer resist, entering her as she confessed that I wouldn’t be the only man in her bed. Silence fell between us as we stared at each other, my hips rocking against her as we both had a peek at the monsters inside us. Emma was seeing the part of me that craved watching the one I love in pleasure. Who craved it so much, I would even push her to seek other men to do it. I wanted her to experience pleasure that I couldn’t give her. The kind she could only get from other men. I was comfortable and confident in who I was now, but I knew there were ‘better’ guys out there. Bigger, stronger, and more attractive men. If sex with them were at levels I could never give her, so much the better.

I needed her to have amazing sex to strengthen our love. So I could experience the euphoria I got when she returned to me. Not because I was some god in bed or shook her world. She came back to me because she loved me. More than the sex. More than the guys who were better looking. To anyone else, it was a fucked up way for someone to express their love, but to me? The way she looked at me after having an earth-shattering orgasm with another man was worth more than a hundred whispered, ‘I love you.’

While she saw that part of me, I saw the part of her I was already intimately familiar with. The twisted part of her that showed affection by toying with her lover’s emotions. She wanted to experience amazing sex, not for herself, but so she could tell her partner and use it as a twisted sexual toy. Her true pleasure came from the emotions I expressed as she regaled me with how wonderful the other man was.

I wasn’t sure if it was me being more comfortable with myself or a shift in her, but I found Emma a lot less harsh than how she used to be. Jealousy and envy were still excitable emotions for her she dug out from time to time, but desire seemed to be the main driver now. Today had been a showcase of that in my mind. The way she looked at me as she enjoyed herself with the guys downstairs always seemed to have a silent question.

Do you want me?

My unshakable answer was always yes.

The more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. Her denying me for that brief moment only made me want her more. It didn’t matter if she was staring into my eyes as another man enjoyed her, or if she was completely ignoring me. Watching her never failed to wake that monstrous part of me. The expressions she made, the sounds, all of it made the fire inside me burn brighter. So she fed that fire, willingly and enthusiastically all so she could enjoy its warmth as well.

This wasn’t a fucked up, twisted relationship. This was our relationship and I wasn’t going to judge it by any other standard beyond my own. All that mattered was I felt safe, secure, and accepted. That being with Emma made me happier in a way I’d never experienced until now. Most of all, I felt loved. My biggest desire was to return all of those things she had given me a thousandfold.

I had a hundred things to say. I wanted to comment on all the intense things I had seen today. How Grant had filled her in a way I never would. Justin hammered her with a **** I couldn’t match. Ryan, a perfect blend of looks and skill. On and on, unique things that she would only experience with other guys. I wanted to tell her how much it all turned me on. How I wanted more. The monster in me wanted to hear her tell me that tonight was only the beginning. That there would be plenty of new experiences waiting for me in the future.

None of the words left me. Even though this was probably one of a few chances to tell her, really tell her, the words failed to form. No matter how much I craved or desired those things, I understood the core truth.

I loved Emma.

At this moment, I was overflowing with desire for her. How we got to this moment or why didn’t matter. The guys she was with earlier? None of it mattered. I needed Emma. Her, and only her. The way she looked at me was a mirror of my own feelings.

We were both lost in the moment. I knew I should have been more gentle, but the drive was overwhelming me. I smothered her with affection, driving myself against her. She accepted it all, clinging to me in an almost **** fashion as if afraid I would drift away the second she let down her guard. I had no idea what created this magical moment, only that we were both enjoying it together.

“Isaac,” she moaned. I heard the **** begging in her sweet voice.

I knew what she wanted.

“Emma,” I gasped, muscles burning as I thrust against her, body squeezed by her arms and legs. “I love you.”

I whispered the words over and over, yet they felt like a cheap imitation of the truth. How could three words convey the emotions and feelings I had for her? Everything in the moment was filled with my desire to show her how much I felt for her. My fingers ran over her body. Lips against her skin. Each drive to fill her with me.

Emma was reacting in a way I’d never experienced. The only understandable word that left those soft lips of hers was my name. She loved to repeat it, injecting among the moans and gasps that flowed from her. In any other circumstance, I might have been proud or wondered how I got Emma to react this way. Maybe I might have even worried she was playing things up for my sake.

It didn’t matter though. Emma could be her usual, less expressive self and it wouldn’t have changed anything.

Emma was, and always would be, Emma.

The woman I loved.

Immersed in the moment, our voices began to lift. Her moans were closer together, picking up in volume and pitch. Her sounds melded with my deeper ones. My pace increased, body driving toward that familiar build of coming release. Release I desperately needed. Closer and closer to that peak we climbed. Both doing everything we could to pull the other to the summit.

Together.

As the climax of pleasure faded, we stared at each other with big grins on our faces. Words couldn’t express what I was feeling right now, so I simply kissed her as I enjoyed the way she hugged me.

The door burst open, shattering the moment like a bucket of cold water. Stunned, we both turned to see a naked Mike quickly shut the door and lock it. With the click of the lock, he visibly deflated, letting out a relieved sigh. Turning, he froze in what, under other circumstances, would have been a hilarious deer-in-headlight stare. Gaping at us like a fish, an uncomfortable silence fell.

“Um…” he managed, speaking first. “I’m interrupting something… aren’t I?”