by Holly Jaymes
“But now it’s happened. You said it’s over. That’s for the best. But I still don’t think you should be writing a piece about me. Your writing is going to be colored by your personal opinion of me, and I don’t want that. I have my reputation to defend. I’m sure you understand,” I said.
Margo gulped. Her anger and rage were quickly dissipating. I thought she was going to burst into a ball of fury, but instead, I watched as her eyes reddened. Then they were watering up and within moments I knew I had made a horrible mistake. Margo was a strong woman, but I had pushed her to her limits.
She broke into tears, and ashamed, she whipped away from me to hide her face.
“Shit. Margo, I’m sorry!” I rushed to her and touched her shoulder gently, but she moved away from me.
“Margo…please, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I implored. She was crying softly. With her face turned away, all I could see were her shoulders shaking. I hated myself. I didn’t want her to cry. Seeing her bruised and sad made me angry with myself.
“It’s my fault and you’re right. I’ve completely messed up everything. It’s time I faced the truth,” she said and turned to look at me. “My career is over.”
She looked beautiful, even while she was crying. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her face had a pinkish hue, her green eyes were large and watery. All I wanted to do was take her into my arms but she was too distant from me. Besides, I was the one who had made her cry. I didn’t deserve to have her in my arms.
“Margo, I’m sorry…this is not what I meant,” I was speaking softly to her, hoping she would understand.
She shook her head.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here again. I should go. Don’t worry, Isaac, I’m not going to write that article about you,” she said and started walking away.
“Margo! I made it up.”
She stopped in her tracks.
“I called you and said all that because I wanted to see you again. I knew it would make you come here. Or at least I hoped it would. I didn’t mean any of those things I just said. I don’t care what you write about me,” I explained.
For a moment, while she was staring at me; I thought she was going to fly into a rage at me, instead, she walked closer.
“Are you just saying that to make me stop crying?” she asked.
“No, I mean it.”
“You did all this just to make me come over here?” she asked, arching her eyebrows up.
I sighed, licked my licks dejectedly and nodded.
“I’m sorry. I know how desperate this makes me look. I’m sorry that I said a lot of hurtful things to you, but I wanted to see you again. I know it’s completely inappropriate and I will totally understand if you want to leave now,” I said. The words came tumbling out of me.
Margo was watching me closely, keeping her eyes fixed on my face. I had no idea what she was going to say next.
She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands and looked away from me.
“I should be flattered, but I’m feeling pretty shitty right now,” she said.
I couldn’t help but smile at that.
“I understand and I’m sorry,” I said.
“Stop apologizing!”
“But I feel like I should. I’ve acted like a complete dick. I deserve every abuse you can come up with,” I argued.
Margo finally smiled and I felt relieved.
“Surprisingly, I can’t come up with any at this moment,” she said and shrugged.
“Look, I’m sorry, I sincerely am…for saying those things about you. I really don’t give a rat’s ass about your opinion on my professional capabilities. If you want to write in your article that I’m an overrated piece of shit, you are free to do so. I rarely let people’s opinions affect me. And us having sex hasn’t changed that,” I explained.
Margo was staring at me, like she had something to say about that, but she decided not to say it.
“Either way, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a pretty bad journalist,” she said instead.
I stepped towards her and reached for her hands. This time, she let me touch her. She even let me pull her into my arms.
“I don’t think that’s true. You made a mistake with that South African guy, and you’re paying for it. You should move on. From what I’ve read about you…and yes, I’ve read up about you, you’re a darn good reporter.”
As I spoke to her, I tucked a few strands of her red hair behind her ears. Our faces were close together and she was looking up at me with her large expressive eyes.
“You read up about me?” she asked.
“I was curious,” I replied and Margo smiled.
“Well, now that I’m here, it would be a shame for me to leave,” she added.
I gripped her by her hips. She jumped up in my arms, throwing her legs around my waist. We were kissing. Our mouths fused together and then my tongue was down her throat. She was holding on to me tightly, while I carried her to my bedroom.
What a stroke of luck that this all worked out! I’d been dying to be inside her again.
Chapter 12
Margo
Isaac laid me down on his bed, while our mouths remained fixed on each other. I’d lost all sensibility. I came over to his house to fight with him. Instead, I was on his bed, and now he was undressing me.
He tugged at my jeans, rolling them down my legs while I unbuttoned his shirt hungrily. I kissed his neck, then down his chest and his flat muscular stomach. He grabbed me. Then we fell into a long embrace. When I moved away, I reached the tops of his jeans. I cupped his growing cock and heard him grunt.
His hand was in my hair, bunching it up while I undid his pants. No underwear, again. His cock hung large between his thighs, and I grabbed it with one hand. I could feel it growing in my palm while I stroked him.
Gripping me by my hair, Isaac dragged me up against his chest so he could kiss me again. While he kissed me ferociously, I stroked his cock. I could feel the wetness spreading between my own legs. His hands found the hooks of my bra, and he undid them. Through my t-shirt, he cupped my breasts and stroked and pinched my nipples.
I rolled my hips against him and continued stroking his cock till finally, he jerked himself away from me.
“You’re making me crazy. Take off all your clothes, Margo,” he commanded.
I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I was Keeping my eyes fixed on his. I rolled up my t-shirt and threw it to the floor. Then my bra followed and my panties. I was naked in front of him. My long hair tumbled down over my shoulders, teasingly grazing my pebbled sensitive nipples. I could feel the coarse sensation of his face on my lips from when he kissed me with force.
“On your back. Legs spread,” he said next. His voice was authoritative, and I did as I was told. Suddenly, I felt like one of his students. I could see why those girls in his class were all dripping wet for him. Isaac was authoritative and commanding. He was a sexy beast. I was under his spell.
I was on my back and had my legs spread out. He stood at the edge of the bed, watching me. Naked, his erect throbbing cock was directed at me.
He kneeled on the carpet, and now his face was at level with my pussy. I shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do. He brought his face closer to me. Before I could even cry out, his tongue was lapping up the juices that dribbled from my pussy. I could feel the stubble on his face, and the force of his tongue on my swollen clit. Isaac knew exactly what to do with his mouth. I spread my arms out. My eyes were rolling in my head. His tongue slid into my folds, and I thought I would come right then.
I cried out repeatedly with pleasure, while his tongue thrust in and out of my pussy. He was using his fingers at the same time to rub and tease my clit. I wrapped my legs around his head, pressing my thighs tightly to his ears. His stubble rubbed against my folds. His tongue slid in and out. My clit was swollen. I was on the brink of an orgasm.
I could hear the lapping sounds he made with his mouth while he ate me out.
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“Isaac…I’m going to cum,” I warned him.
He wanted me to cum. He quickened his tongue’s thrusts, and his fingers got wilder with my clit. He slapped it, rubbed it and made sure I had no other choice but to cum. I moaned and bunched up the bedsheets while my body reverberated with the orgasm. His tongue remained inside me, sliding in and out, while his fingers focused on my clit. My whole body was under his control. I felt dizzy from the force of my orgasm. They were the most exhilarating moments of my life. Isaac’s mouth was on my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit, nothing had felt this good before.
The moment I was done and my body started to relax, he pulled himself away from me. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my stomach. Then his mouth moved towards my nipple. He sucked and sucked until I just wanted him inside me again. I stretched my legs wide open so that my swollen pink pussy was exposed to him. I was his for the taking.
“Fuck, Margo. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, just as he sank his big throbbing cock inside me.
We moaned together as he slid into me. It was a smooth filling motion, and once he was inside me, I started moving my hips.
A pleasured smile was spreading on Isaac’s face. He was pressing down on my belly with both hands while he moved inside me.
At first, his motion was slow, a rhythmic pace, and the smile remained on his face. The longer he thrust in and out of me, darkness started to spread in his eyes. His thrusts became harder and wilder. We were hungry for each other.
I could feel him squeezing himself into me and then pulling out. His cock rubbed against that sensitive spot inside me which was going to send another orgasm in motion.
Isaac held my gaze firmly. He wanted to look at me while I came.
“You should have spoken to me in college, Margo,” he grunted.
I gasped and shook while he pounded me. His grip on my belly was hard, and I felt like putty in his hands.
“I…I…” I couldn’t get the words out. This wasn’t the time to explain to him how strong my feelings for him were, back then. I desperately wanted to share a moment like this with him. I would have liked to be just like all the girls he was surrounded by in college, and like all of his students in his classes now. I worshipped him too.
“I would have ravaged you, Margo. I would have fucked you the way you should be fucked. You should have given me a chance,” he growled. I couldn’t say anything.
I kept my mouth clamped shut while he plowed into me. His cock filled me up, stroked me, and slid in and out of me. He grabbed my hair tightly and moved his face closer to mine as he continued to pound me and stare at me more intensely. With one hand he held my hair, with the other hand he squeezed my bum and gave it a tap. I liked it and wanted more. Then he stared into my eyes while kissing me and pounding harder, and faster until we both were cumming again. He rubbed my clit while we came. Isaac grunted, and I moaned, and once again, I could feel him filling me up with his seed.
The thought occurred to me that we should have used protection, but it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that Isaac was inside me. Now I knew for sure that he wanted me, really wanted me. I’d won!
He emptied himself inside me while my body soared. He lay there inside me, and we clung to each other. We didn't want to let go.
Eventually, he pulled himself out of me, and I could see his cum glistening on the tip of his cock. He picked up his discarded shirt and wiped himself with it. Then threw it in the laundry basket in the corner of his bedroom.
“If you’re thinking of leaving again, you shouldn’t,” he said, while I gathered myself.
I cleared my throat, pulling the sheets up to my breasts to cover my naked body. I was suddenly shy of my nakedness again. When Isaac looked at me, even when I had no clothes on me, I felt like he could see right through me.
“Okay,” I replied to his statement.
He disappeared from the room and returned with two glasses of neat whiskey. He handed one to me and drank from the other. He hadn’t even bothered to put clothes on. He was just walking around with his body on display, and it was a sight to behold. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had sex with a man who looked as good as he did. How many hearts was he breaking by sleeping with me?
Isaac emptied the whiskey down his throat in one go and then sat down on the edge of my bed. Gently, he touched my ankles and started to massage my feet. It was a relaxing feeling. My eyes began to get heavy as he increased the pressure he put on my feet. I felt like I was going to fall asleep any minute now.
“You should relax, Margo. Spend the night here, with me. Maybe you shouldn’t be alone tonight,” I heard him say. I nodded, but I was already falling on my side.
I sensed him take the glass from my hand. I had barely taken a sip from it.
I lay down on the bed, noticing how comfortable it was. He was covering me with the sheets, and I could smell him around me. He laid down with me in his arms. It felt like a dream. It was too good to be real. Isaac Parnell couldn’t really be taking care of me tonight, could he?
Chapter 13
Isaac
I’m fucked.
I was saying that in my head as I fried the two eggs the next morning. Pieces of toast were lying buttered on a plate, and I cooked some beans too. After the eggs were done, I waited for the coffee machine to fill up two mugs.
Margo was still asleep when I got out of bed half an hour before. I slept beside her. She was ensconced in my arms. When I woke up, I wasn’t mortified to find her beside me either. I was in no hurry to get dressed or kick her out.
In fact, the first thing that I did when I slipped out of bed was I sent an email to Rita, to tell her that I was too sick to take the morning lecture. Then I switched off my phone in case anybody tried to reach me.
I wasn’t quite sure why I did any of that. I didn't know why I was so keen on her staying. I was even cooking her breakfast! I had never done that for anyone other than Sawyer, Cliff, and Vince in my life. I have never done that for a woman.
I had feelings for Margo. That was the only explanation. For some reason, this woman was important to me, even though she’d been trying her best to push me away.
Collecting the plates and the mugs on a tray, I walked into my bedroom.
Margo was awake. She was sitting up, supported by two pillows and scrolling through her phone. The sunshine spilling into my room seemed to set her red hair on fire. Her eyes looked tired, and her face was pale and slightly puffy. She was still the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I greeted her.
“You’ve made breakfast. What a gentleman!” she exclaimed as she moved over to the other side so I could put the tray down between us. I got into bed with her. She reached for the coffee first.
“I think I just passed out last night,” she commented with a smile.
“It’s okay, I was pretty exhausted myself. Have you been sleeping much lately?” I asked. Margo shrugged.
“Not since I got back from Pretoria,” she replied.
I ate some toast while she tried the egg. From the smile on her face, I could sense she liked her breakfast.
“I’m not much of a cook. I'm more of a sugary cereal and pop-tarts kind of girl,” she told me. “But I’m loving this,” she added as I smiled.
There was a silence of a few moments between us, then she cleared her throat. We stared at each other for a second.
“Last night was lovely, Isaac. Thank you. I was having a rough night, and you were there for me, which isn’t something I expected from you,” she said.
“Did you really think I was that much of a monster?” I asked. Margo grinned.
“You were unapproachable and a little intimidating in college. Or maybe I was just a loser,” she said.
I wanted to reach over and brush her cheek, but I wasn’t sure if she would want me to.
“Well, I owed you some kindness, after how mean I was to you.
So, you don’t need to thank me,” I said.
“Either way, this is unexpectedly sweet,” she added.
“You know you can write that article, right? I meant it. I don’t really care what gets written about me, and I trust you. I’m sure you won’t do much of an injustice to me,” I told her.
“Thank you. My editor will be expecting the article in the next few days, so I better start working on it soon. I haven’t been able to do much writing lately. I’ve been stressed,” she said.
“I can see that.”
“Anyway, it’s not your problem. I just need to find the courage and move on with my life,” Margo said, while she sipped on her coffee.
I wanted to tell her that she could talk to me if she wanted, but I couldn’t find the right words. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a conversation like this with someone. I wasn’t sure of what to say, and I was afraid of screwing it up.
She tapped her fingers against the coffee mug. I could sense that her mood was shifting.
“I’m sorry I dumped all my life’s problems on you,” she broke the silence.
“I don’t mind. It’s good hearing about other people’s screw-ups. Makes me feel less shitty about myself,” I said as we smiled at each other.
“It’s just that all of my life’s work has been leading up to this. I worked hard for that job, and I was doing well. I could have actually made a name for myself if I hadn’t completely made a fool of myself instead,” she continued, while she stared down at the mug in her hand.
“Do you love him?” I asked. She jerked her head up to look at me.
“William?” she asked. I didn’t know his name. Margo sighed and shook her head.
“That’s the thing. I never really loved him. It was so easy to break it off with him, and yet, I kept doing it because I could. I did it because it was fun and I guess I felt special and powerful. I don’t think I can forgive myself for that,” she explained.
I wanted to hold her. I wanted to tell her that I’d made mistakes in my life too. She was only human. But once again, my words were stuck in my throat.
