by Leo, Cassia
She purses her lips. “That sounds expensive.”
“I can do it for you, but it’ll cost you.”
“How much?”
I pretend to think hard for a moment. “It’ll cost you one song. Doesn’t have to be about me. Just a song you think I might like.”
“But how will I know what you like?” she asks.
“I think you know exactly what I like,” I reply as my eyes flit toward the loose tank top she’s wearing, which shows a considerable amount of side-boob.
She shakes her tits a little. “Follow my boobs,” she says, shaking her tits gently. “You’re getting very sleepy. Ve-eeeeery sleepy.”
I grin uncontrollably. “You’re a wizard, Jo-jo.”
“But I’m... I’m not a wizard. I can’t be. I’m Jo… Just Jo.”
I chuckle at her Harry Potter movie reference. “You’re a goddamn wizard, woman. In fact, that’s what I’m going to call you from now on. Wizard.”
It’s closer to Izzy than Jolene so it might be easier for me to remember.
“Wizard? That’s your nickname for me?” she complains as she tucks some loose hair behind her ear. “Why wizard?”
I look her in the eye, relishing the way she seems to hold her breath when I look at her. “Because you sure as hell have cast a spell on me.”
She bites her lip then breaks into a smile. “That’s not a spell. I hypnotized you with my breasts. I’ll un-hypnotize you now,” she says, then she lifts her tank top for a split second to flash me her perky tits.
I shake my head as she waits for me to respond to her teasing. Dropping my wrench, I tackle her to the dirt and kiss her madly. My hand slides under her shirt, and she gasps as I brush the backs of my fingers over her ribs. Her arms lock tightly around my neck as she tilts her hips upward.
I pull my head back to look her in the eye. “Can I take another peek?”
She chews her lips as she pretends to consider my question. “Okay, but hurry up. My parents will be home soon.”
I carefully lift the bottom of her tank top until I spy her tan, erect nipples. I brush my thumb over the firm button of flesh and her ab muscles tense.
“Does that mean you like what you see?” she whispers.
I lower the fabric to cover her back up, then I look her in the eye. “I give them a ten out of ten. Would motorboat the hell out of those beauties.”
She playfully smacks my arm, then she pushes me off and begins crawling toward the hatch. “I’m going to pack a bag for our sleepover.”
“Pack everything but clothes. You won’t be needing those.”
16 Izzy
August 6th
Although I’ve spent the night at Colton’s cabin before, my nerves are buzzing as we trek across the crunchy beige grass toward his back porch. This is really happening. I’m totally going to have sex with my ridiculously hot neighbor.
My stomach sinks as I realize I don’t have any condoms. I hope he has some, or this is going to be a very sad sleepover.
I definitely need to make a gyno appointment tomorrow so I can get some birth control.
He carries my backpack in one hand as he climbs the porch steps ahead of me, and a summer breeze carries the subtle scent of his cologne straight into my nostrils. It should be illegal to smell that good after working in a crawl space.
Colton holds the door open for me, and I purposely brush my arm against his as I pass. “Welcome home, wiz,” he says, landing a soft swat on my ass as I enter.
I gasp and clutch my ass cheek dramatically. “I think we should save the spanking for later,” I reply with a wink.
He shakes his head as he closes the door behind Steve. “Feel free to shower or grab something to eat. Mi casa es su casa.”
“Are you painting?” I say, eyeing the paint cans and brushes laid out on a canvas sheet in the corner of the living room. “I can help.”
He sets my backpack down and heads straight to the vintage-style refrigerator, where he grabs a bottle of milk and takes a few large gulps straight from the bottle. “Did you bring some clothes you don’t mind getting paint on?”
“Did you seriously just drink milk straight from the bottle?”
He laughs as he replaces the bottle on the shelf in the fridge and heads toward me. “It’s a bad habit I can’t seem to break. Does that bother you?”
The confident look in his icy-blue eyes as he walks in my direction makes my stomach flip. It’s like he’s whispering to me, “I know my bad habits will never bother you because I’m too fucking handsome. And if they do, I’ll fuck you senseless until you forget you saw me drinking from the milk carton.”
“Nope. Doesn’t bother me,” I declare as he stops in front of me and eyes me as if I’m a delicious morsel of food he’s about to devour.
He smiles as he seems to notice the effect he has on me. “I’d love for you to help me paint. I’ll get you one of my T-shirts, so you don’t mess up this pretty shirt,” he says, softly tugging the bottom of my cream-colored tank top. “Come with me.”
Colton scoops up my backpack, and I follow him to the bedroom I slept in last weekend. I could get used to these sleepovers becoming a weekly occurrence. Or maybe even a permanent thing.
Slow down, Izzy. I mean, Jolene.
I shake my head at my mental flub, and Colton notices the gesture.
“What’s wrong? You have another silent epiphany?” he asks as he drops my backpack on the bed.
I chuckle nervously. “Just trying not to say anything stupid,” I reply. “Will I be sleeping in here alone again?”
One side of his mouth pulls up in a half smile. “Only if you want to. A gentleman does not encroach upon a lady’s space unless she so desires,” he says, reaching up to trace the tip of his index finger along my jawline. “Do you want me to sleep in here?”
I swallow hard as he brushes his lips across my forehead and down my temple. “Oh, I very much desire you in here,” I whisper. “Very much.”
He pulls away and smiles as he takes a step back. “Well, if you insist.”
I blink a few times, attempting to wake from my lusty daydream as he retrieves a faded light-blue T-shirt from a dresser drawer and hands it to me. “The Memphis Grizzlies?” I remark, holding up the shirt to get a better look at the logo.
He shrugs. “We may not have the best teams in Tennessee, but we’ve got heart, and that’s what counts.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Heart? Is that what counts? I thought championships were what counted.”
“You can’t be a champ without heart,” he replies without hesitation.
“What a coincidence? That’s what I’m planning to get for my next tattoo. ‘You can’t be a champ without heart’ across my left boob,” I say, tossing the T-shirt onto the bed. “Ahem. Are you going to watch me change?”
He looks confused. “I just saw your breasts, like, ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment.”
He shakes his head in dismay, his eyes flitting toward the nightstand for a millisecond before he heads for the door. “I’ll be right outside,” he says, closing the door behind him.
I’ll be right outside.
Is that a threat? Like, don’t look through my stuff — and especially not that nightstand I just subconsciously glanced at — because I’ll be right outside where I can hear you?
I quickly peel off my tank top and pull on Colton’s T-shirt. It doesn’t smell like his skin and pheromones mixed with that intoxicating Versace cologne. It smells like laundry detergent. Disappointing.
Emerging from the bedroom, I’m surprised to discover Colton is not standing right outside the door. I find him in the living room, standing on a step ladder as he affixes blue painter’s tape over the window molding.
He glances back at me over his shoulder and drops the roll of tape. “I don’t think I’m going to get anything done with you looking like that.”
I glance down at the faded T-shirt. “What’s wrong?”
I spin around for him to look at my backside, and heat rises in my cheeks as he wolf whistles. “You’re making me blush.”
He grabs my hips, and I draw in a sharp breath as his lips brush the back of my ear. “I’d rather make you scream, but I’ll settle for making you my painting apprentice for now.” He plants a lingering kiss on my neck, then he turns me around to face him and presses his lips to my forehead. “Grab a brush, wiz.”
We’re halfway through painting Colton’s living room in a soft shade of taupe, when I find myself incapable of doing anything but staring at the smudges of paint on his gorgeous forearms. I try to focus on the task he’s given me — painting around the window molding — but the man is just too distracting. And every time he passes next to me to refill his paint roller, I can’t help but close my eyes and breathe in his manly scent.
“We’ve been painting for almost an hour, and all you’ve done is one side of that window,” he remarks, dipping his roller in the paint tray. “You having second thoughts about manual labor?”
I step away from the window. “Honestly, yes. I’m over this.”
He laughs. “Then what do you propose we do?”
I stare at the wet paintbrush in my hand and smile. “I don’t know, maybe…a paint fight,” I reply, then I flick the brush at him, and he freezes as a splash of paint lands on his face.
He glances at the roller brush steeping in the paint tray at his feet.
I gasp. “You wouldn’t. That’s not even fair.”
“Oh, really? But splashing paint on me when I’m least expecting it is fair?” he says, slowly lifting the roller out of the viscous liquid.
I hold the brush out in front of me like a sword as I back away from him. “You’re dripping paint on the floor!” I shriek, as he follows after me.
He shrugs. “I plan on refinishing these floors.”
My back bumps into something and my eyes widen as I quickly realize I’ve backed myself into a freshly painted wall. He bites his bottom lip, relishing the moment as he raises the saturated paint roller. He’s about to paint a wide stripe of taupe on his faded Grizzlies T-shirt when I lift up the shirt and the roller lands on my exposed breasts.
He gasps this time. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry! Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” he apologizes profusely.
I try to keep a straight face for as long as I can, but it doesn’t take more than ten seconds for me to burst into an uncontrollable laughing fit. “I was just trying to save your shirt,” I say through my laughter before I notice I let the shirt drop right on top of the wet paint. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.”
He smiles as he shakes his head. “You’re going to have to come out of that shirt, young lady,” he says, reaching for the hem. “Lift your arms.”
I draw in a deep breath and slowly do as he says. His gaze is locked on mine as he pulls the T-shirt above my head and tosses it over his shoulder. I don’t know if it lands in the paint because I’m too busy staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes and anticipating his next move.
He licks his lips as he traces the tip of his index finger down the center of my chest. “Dirty girl,” he murmurs, holding up his paint-covered fingertip. “Let me clean you up.”
His left hand cups my face as his right hand cups my breast. His eyes watch my facial expression as he uses his thumb to smear the paint over my nipple. The flesh puckers and I hold my breath as the throbbing ache between my legs intensifies.
He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger, and warm arousal pools in my underwear. The hand cupping my face grips tighter as the other pinches harder, and he smiles as I let out a soft gasp.
He leans forward, so his lips are brushing against my ear. “You like that?” he murmurs, cupping my breast again as he awaits my answer.
“Yes,” I breathe, flinching slightly as he kisses my neck while pinching my nipple even harder this time. “Oh, fuck.”
The hand that was on my face has moved to my lower back, and he pulls me closer to him as he kisses his way over my jaw. The size of the bulge in his jeans catches me by surprise as his hips press against my lower abdomen.
His right hand falls away from my breast to join his other hand on my lower back. I reach up to coil my arms around his neck as his mouth lands on mine. His kiss is hungry, almost frantic, as he presses his hard body into mine, pinning me against the wet wall.
I moan as he grinds his bulge against me. I’m about to let go of his neck so I can reach down to feel it when his hands slide below my ass. I yelp as he lifts me off the ground.
“Yeehaw,” he murmurs against my lips, and I laugh as he tilts his head back and declares, “I think you need a shower, wiz.”
I tighten my arms around his shoulders. “I think you’re right.”
His lips curve against mine in what I’m sure is a gorgeous smile as he kisses me while carrying me toward the bathroom. When we arrive, he sets me down on the tile floor so he can turn on the shower. He peels off his T-shirt as he turns around, and I relish the look of surprise on his face when he finds I’ve already stepped out of my shorts and underwear.
Colton’s gaze travels down the length of my new voluptuous figure, and I can’t help but feel self-conscious for a moment. What if I gained too much weight? But my worries are quickly assuaged when he opens his mouth.
“Jesus Christ, woman. You look like a damn angel. Turn around,” he says, stepping toward me, and I oblige. “Holy hell. I’ve never seen an ass so perfect in all my life. Are you real?”
I bite my lip as I turn around. “You’re not just saying that?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, shaking his head as he undoes the button and zipper on his jeans. I swallow hard as he lets them fall to the floor and kicks them aside. My eyes widen at the size of his erection.
“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he says, and we both laugh, though mine is more like nervous laughter.
Holy shit! That thing’s going to break me in half.
“Condom,” I whisper because it’s all I can muster at this moment.
He smiles at the look of shock on my face. “I’ll be right back.”
The smell of his warm skin as he brushes past me startles me into consciousness. I glance down at the broad stripe of paint down the center of my chest, and I quickly open the glass door and step inside the stand-up shower to rinse it off. The taupe color is almost completely washed away when Colton enters the shower with a condom covering his monster erection.
But the nervousness I felt a few minutes ago has mostly subsided. Now, I’m just eager to feel him inside me.
He glances at my mostly-clean chest and lays a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.
I stare at his cock for a couple seconds before I wrap my fingers around the base, my eyes widening as I realize he’s so thick I can’t close the circumference with my normal-sized hand. “Oh, yeah,” I murmur as I tilt my head back to look him in the eye. “I’m very ready for this.”
His eyes roll back as I stroke his erection. “Fuck,” he whispers. “I’m so ready, too.”
Without warning, he grabs my face and kisses me hard as he presses me against the tiled wall. One of his hands holds my jaw as his other hand slides between my legs, easily finding my clit. I moan as he seems to move his tongue inside my mouth in the same motion as his finger glides over my swollen bud.
This combination of touching and kissing intensifies the pleasure, and soon I’m panting and trembling with an impending orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, turning my face away from his to catch my breath. “I’m gonna come. Oh, my God.”
His hand tightens around my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eye as he brings me to orgasm. His black pupils dilate with satisfaction as he watches me come undone. My knees weaken, and my body convulses as I come hard.
“Oh, God,”
I cry out, my hand reaching down to push him away. “Okay, okay. I’m done… I’m done.”
He smiles as he gently cups my pussy, presumably to feel my muscles twitching against his hand. “You’re beautiful when you come,” he says, sliding a finger inside me as he plants a kiss on my forehead. “And your pussy feels fucking amazing. Turn around. I want to see it.”
I swallow hard as I turn around bend over slightly as he kneels down facing my ass. “Like what you see?” I ask.
He chuckles as he spreads my lips. “Very much,” he murmurs, tracing his finger over my sensitive clit and upward until it slides back inside me.
He slides two fingers in this time as his mouth falls over my clit. His fingers fuck me gently for a moment before he slips in a third. And it dawns on me that he’s trying to prepare me to receive his girth.
He brings me to orgasm one more time before he seems to decide I’m ready. “It will be easier for you from behind,” he whispers in my ear as he presses me and my breasts against the wall. “But I’ll understand if you want to turn around. Your choice.”
I can’t help but smile with anticipation. “I’ll take your word for it and stay just like this.”
“Good call,” he says, as he kisses my neck. “Don’t hesitate to tell me if it hurts.”
His hand reaches forward, and he traces the backs of his fingers over my hip bone, sending a frisson of excitement tingling over my scalp and down my neck. I moan as he uses his other hand to rub the tip of his erection over my clit. Sliding the tip over my slit, he slowly eases his way into me.
I let out an eager gasp at the sharp burn.
He stops immediately. “Are you okay?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
My eyes roll back in my head as he pushes farther inside with each controlled thrust. I reach back to grasp onto his damp hair as he works his way inside me. The sound of his grunts is like music to my ears.
“Fuck me harder,” I plead.
He chuckles as he digs his fingers into my soft hips and rams into me. “Like that?”
