by Ivy Jordan
Isaac wasted no time in giving it the same attention he had the other while his fingers lightly scratched at my panties.
His cock was so hard it bulged through his dress slacks so tight they looked close to ripping. I loved getting him so excited, teasing him, tempting him. I loved being the wild one, the adventurous one, the one I wished I would’ve been.
My back arched, lifting from the leather and pushing my breast into his mouth. His lips consumed it, sucking hard and offering quick, tantalizing flicks to my aching nipple.
I slid my hands to my side, sliding the silk of my dress up my legs, and then slowly to my hips. Isaac lifted from my breast and stared into my eyes. “You never cease to amaze me,” he whispered.
My fingers searched for my panty strings beneath my dress. I lifted my ass from the toasty seat and pulled them down from my hips. I left them at my thighs, tight and clamping my legs from opening any further. “Damn, you drive me wild,” he growled.
My hands slid the silk of my dress up past my hips. My trimmed, blonde bush exposed, and my swollen nub eagerly peeking through. Isaac leaned towards me, at first I thought to taste my pleasure bud, but instead he lowered his hand to the front of my seat and hit a button that sent the seat backward, offering much more leg room. “That’s better,” he whispered, eyeing me with satisfaction in his eyes that brought my arousal to new heights.
I was ready to tease him, to make him ache as badly as I was right now. My legs wouldn’t part any further with my panties still just above my knees, so I lifted them instead, pushing my red high-heels into the dash, and slid my ass down in the seat.
Isaac watched as my fingers playfully teased my nipples, one, and then the other before sliding through the bunched up red silk on my belly. They stopped at my pussy, playfully flicking my clit, and then sliding between my labia, swollen and tight. “Why don’t you turn your ass around so I can taste that sweet pussy,” Isaac ordered.
I spun my ass in the seat, letting my legs move to the center console. Isaac gripped my panties, ripping them with a passionate roar and tossing them to the backseat. His strong hands gripped my thighs, pulling my ass to the console and leaving my back and head rested on the inside of the passenger door.
My pussy lips were pushing through my thighs as my legs closed tight. I wasn’t done teasing him just yet and wanted him to work to open my flower. He pushed my legs upward, letting my heels press into the roof of the cab. His eyes lingered between my legs as he slid a finger slowly through the full lips that hid my secret garden from his view.
“Let me taste you,” he pleaded hungrily.
I knew he expected me to open my legs and invite his tongue between them to bathe my pussy and lap up the sweet nectar it offered. Instead, I reached between my own legs, slid a finger between my lips and deep into my pussy, twisting it inside the tight cavern and then slowly sliding it back out while he watched in amazement. I brought it to my own lips, sucking the flavor of my pussy from only the tip, and then extended it to his lips.
A deep growl vibrated from his throat as he sucked my finger into his mouth. He sucked hard, groaning as his tongue twisted and twirled around my juice-soaked digit.
A wild sensation erupted within me, unleashing a sexual appetite unlike I’d felt before. My legs parted, opening my intimacy, giving Isaac the free reign to please me or tease me any way he wished.
His hands gripped my thighs as he lowered his mouth between my legs. His tongue flicked at my clit, teasing me with twitches of pleasure. Eruptions of intense arousal shot through my body like electricity. The taste of my own juices still lingering on my lips, the scent of his cologne mixed with raw masculinity, the slapping of his tongue diving into my body, and the feel of his strong hand massaging my breasts had all of my senses overwhelmed with pleasure.
I wondered how long Isaac had loved me, how long it took for him to say something and make me his. The memories of my feelings when we were younger, the feeling of a missed opportunity when I was here with him last, that was all I had, nothing in between. Did he take another lover while waiting for me; did I, thinking he wasn’t interested?
Shut up, Maddie; enjoy the moment. You have no past now, only the present. Embrace it, love it, suck every last delicious drop of excitement from it.
My hips lifted from the console, arching my back and pushing my cunt hard into his mouth as my climax peaked. Tremors rolled through my body, then contractions tightened and released as I spurt cum onto Isaac’s finger, and the console of his truck. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, his voice raspy and anxious.
Convulsions from the aftermath of my powerful orgasm shook my body as Isaac quickly slipped out of his jacket, and then unbuttoned his shirt. The tight, muscular flesh beneath the dress shirt slowly exposed to my eyes sent a roaring anticipation throughout my entire body.
His tall frame made it difficult to remove his slacks, but he squirmed and wiggled until he managed to get them, and his boxers, removed. “Come over here,” he ordered, sitting back against the leather driver seat.
I worked on unmalting my body from the position he’d left me in as he hit the button to scoot his seat back as far as it would go.
Legs like jelly, I managed to climb to his side and straddle against his warm, hard cock. The truck smelled of sweet sex, expensive cologne and perfume, and leather. I sat in his lap, staring into his eyes, knowing those three little words were on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to say them, to scream them, but I couldn’t just yet. “Damn, you’re sexy,” Isaac whispered, reaching towards the wadded slacks in the floor. He fumbled with them until he found protection and lifted me from my position so I stood on the floorboard of the truck while he slipped the condom down his shaft.
His hands gripped my hips, lowering me slowly over his cock. My pussy ached as the tip of his cock pressed through my swollen labia and into my tight, still throbbing cunt. “Oooooh,” I moaned, pushing my weight onto him, and his cock deeper into my body.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me into him as he finally filled me with his large member. My breathing instantly became labored, and my eyes could barely stay open as the sensation of his large manhood spread my hips and explored parts of my body I didn’t know existed until then.
The friction of my clit against his belly, the curve in his cock tickling at my G-spot with every thrust, and the pure satisfaction from the fullness he offered me was driving me wild, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came once again.
He lifted his ass from the seat, slamming into me hard. His balls bounced against my ass, slapping with the most delicious tune. I reached beneath me, gripping them so they wouldn't swing, and held them against the warm flesh of my ass.
Isaac began to moan as I tugged his balls as he slammed into me. My body shook, my breasts burnt with desire, and my heart filled with a familiar feeling, one I was certain I’d had before: one I’d had for Isaac.
The thrill of actually feeling the connection to the man who’d given me a ring and I’d accepted nearly crippled me, rendering me helpless as he continued to thrust between my legs with such force, such skill, that I let loose of my second orgasm, dripping my cum to my fingers that surrounded his tightening balls. “Fuck,” he roared as I contracted around his cock.
His grip on my ass tightened, pushing me into his chest. My chin rested on his broad shoulder while I struggled to catch my breath. I loved Isaac Lewis; I knew that now. There was no doubt in my mind at that very moment.
Chapter Twenty-One
Isaac
That ugly monster that gnawed the inside of my gut wouldn’t cease. I loved my time with Maddie, and that fucking little monster inside of me wanted to constantly remind me that she wasn’t mine, she never was, and after she finds out the truth, she never will be.
My fist clenched tight, and I slammed it hard against my mahogany desk, alerting Beth to my agitated state. “What is it?” she asked, standing in my doorway with a look of fear in her eyes.
“I fucking hate mys
elf, so I know she’s gonna hate me too,” I groaned.
Beth moved into the office, offering a hand on my shoulder, and a warm smile. “If it’s meant to be, it will be,” she spouted a fucking cliché that had never done me, or anyone else, any good.
“I wish it were that easy,” I sighed, turning to my partner, my friend. We had always had a professional relationship, never mixing personal life at the office, but now she was the only one that knew my secret, so I relied on her for support, comfort, and guidance. “She remembered that she loved me, back when we were in school, and on her trip here,” I revealed.
Beth took a step back, her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, and her eyes narrowed on mine. “She actually remembered that?” she gasped.
“Yes. I’m so fucking stupid. If only I had been honest, maybe she would have trusted me anyway, and we would be together, forever,” I complained.
“Well, not much that can be done about that,” she said.
“Two more days until Christmas, and then it’s over. It could’ve been forever, but now it’s over in two fucking days,” I roared, slamming my fist back down on the hard desk.
“You don’t know that. If she truly loves you, she’ll remember that. Don’t think the worse,” Beth consoled.
I took a deep breath, knowing that she might be right. I doubted it highly, but there was a chance. “I have to close that case for Gallo before New Year’s Eve, and I’ve gotten nowhere, so maybe I need to postpone the trip anyway,” I blurted.
“I tried calling you last night, but you didn’t answer. I got the info Mr. Gallo needed,” she beamed, holding a red folder in her hand.
My heart sank deep as I took the folder, realizing that was my only excuse. I guess I could make up one; it’s not like I’ve been honest about much else lately. “So, is she another whore?” I snarled.
“On the contrary, she has actually cleaned up her act entirely,” Beth smiled.
I wasn’t sure why she thought that was such a good thing. If Paul Gallo got hitched, to a woman he trusted, then we’d stand to lose accounts from him at least six times a year, more when he was feeling really frisky.
“How can you prove someone is not doing something wrong?” I chuckled, amused by her positivity this morning.
“I tapped her phone, hacked into her cell and have gotten every call, text or social media post she’s had for the last six months, well before she met Paul. She’s clean, and she actually loves this guy. I even saw a text where her mother drooled over her daughter hooking up with money, and Tatiana’s response was, ‘I’ll sign a prenup if we marry, just so you won’t be able to badger me for money. I love him, and I don’t care if he had ten cents to his name.’ Strange, right?” she shook her head.
“Wow. I guess there is true love out there,” I laughed.
“Yes, there is, and it always prospers,” Beth smirked.
“Stop with the fuckin’ clichés already,” I insisted.
“Knock, knock,” Maddie mimicked her tap on the door. “Are you busy?” she asked, moving towards my office.
“Not at all. Thanks to Beth and her super skills, I don’t have a job today, or for the rest of the week for that matter.” I smiled at Maddie and then winked at Beth.
“Good, maybe I can steal you away early then,” Maddie grinned a little too eagerly.
“Did you walk here alone?” I questioned.
“Yes,” she sighed, obviously ready for my lecture.
“I know you can handle yourself, but I just worry. You could’ve called, and I would have come and picked you up,” I insisted.
“It’s like six blocks, eight at most,” Maddie giggled and shot Beth a knowing look, which made her giggle as well. Women, do they all just bond together because they have tits?
I wasn’t going to win this argument, that was clear with Beth jumping in to scold me for treating Maddie like a four-year-old.
She was holding something behind her back, something that looked like an envelope. “What is that?” I asked.
She pulled it from her back to the front and smiled wildly. “The invitation,” she bounced as she talked. “I want to go,” she pleaded.
It was hard to resist the most beautiful woman in the entire world, especially when she pushed her pouty lip out and batted those baby blues. “Why do you want to go to this? It’s a snorefest,” I protested.
“It really is,” Beth agreed. Thank you, Beth, for finally fuckin’ having my back!
“I don’t care; I want to go. We need to do something fun,” she whined.
Fuck!
“We haven’t had any fun?” I teased, moving closer to her with my hands opened and ready to grip her. She giggled as I snatched her by the waist and pulled her into me. “The sunset wasn’t fun?” I whispered in her ear.
She squirmed in my arms, pulling out of my embrace. “That was just us. I want to do something more social, with other people,” she insisted.
“Baby, this is a charity thing. I went years ago when a buddy from the force roped me into it, but not since. I may not even know anyone there. That’s why it’s addressed to just me; I get one every year, and every year I toss it in the trash,” I explained, hoping that may change her mind.
“Good, because I certainly won’t know anyone there. I don’t know anyone anywhere I go,” she laughed. It was the first time I’d ever seen her laugh at her problem. It was refreshing. She was happy, truly happy, so who was I to deny her more happiness in life? Hadn’t she had enough turmoil? Wasn’t she ready to face more, possibly worse than she’d already endured?
“Okay, fine,” I gave in.
Maddie squealed with delight, bouncing up and down with the invitation still gripped in her fingers. Beth rolled her eyes. “It really is boring,” she sighed.
“I need to find something to wear,” Maddie immediately blurted out once her bouncing stopped.
“What about your beautiful red dress? I love that dress,” I beamed.
Maddie shook her head and grinned in my direction. “Yes, I know how much you love that dress, but I want something new,” she insisted. “I can contact my bank and have them wire me money,” she smirked.
“That will take days; just take my card. Besides, all of your identification is missing, and anything you’d need to get it is back is in Portland,” I reminded her.
“Why did I leave everything behind if I was coming to stay?” she questioned.
“Because I was going to travel back with you to pack,” I quickly answered with a lie, another fuckin’ lie.
“Will you go with me?” Maddie turned to Beth.
“Sure, I’d love to,” she agreed quickly without so much as looking towards me for my reaction.
I pulled out my card and handed it to Maddie, who quickly thanked me with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Maddie
Beth was quiet at first, not as friendly as I’d expected. She was so kind the day I had my breakdown and knew exactly what to do to calm me down. Now, she just seemed distant, like we’d never even met before.
She drove, and since I didn’t know anything about the area, she offered to take me to the large mall just outside of town. “I don’t know what your tastes are, so at least there is a little of everything there,” she smiled. It was a weak smile, almost nervous.
“Perfect,” I agreed, and sat back against the seat of her little blue convertible and enjoyed the brisk winter air on my face.
“What kind of music do you like?” she asked, turning on the stereo.
“Whatever you listen to is fine,” I replied, realizing that classical music wasn’t a genre that most people enjoyed. At least Isaac didn’t. I could see him cringe when I turned the station to it, so I normally put the dial on classic rock: something we both enjoyed.
Beth turned on the stereo and a woman was singing with the most amazing voice I’d ever heard. The song was powerful and strong, and the lyrics nearly brought tears to my eyes. “You like Adele?” she asked.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her,” I admitted, but I knew I loved her now.
The lyrics gave me goosebumps. There was something familiar about the song, but I wasn’t sure if it was an actual memory or just an emotion from the heartfelt words she sang so beautifully.
“So, how come we’d never met?” I asked.
“Isaac’s a very private guy,” Beth shrugged.
“Yeah, but you guys work together all the time, so wouldn’t he have mentioned me?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s mentioned you plenty,” Beth laughed.
“He has? Like what has he said?” I probed.
“He’s just talked about how much he loves you, how he’s always loved you,” Beth smiled and then turned into a large parking lot. “It’s crowded for so early in the afternoon,” I exclaimed.
“It’s Friday,” Beth sighed, driving up and down each aisle until finally finding a spot near the front entrance.
“So, he told you he’s always been in love with me?” I asked, still beaming from the sweet things he’d said about me. I felt better knowing at least she knew about me, but still found it strange that we never met. I waited for her answer, but none came.
“Have you always lived in Miami?” I asked, trying desperately to break through her frosty shell.
“No, I lived in Ohio most of my life,” she answered as she hit the button to put the top up.
I got out and followed her to the entrance doors, still eager to find out more about her. “Why did you move to Miami?” I questioned.
As soon as she opened the doors, a wonderful smell filled my nostrils. “What is that smell?” I asked, forgetting my previous question.
“Cinnabon,” she grinned. “You’ve never had one?” she asked.
I shook my head. Beth gripped my hand and pulled me towards the delicious aroma. We stopped at a small round booth in the center of the mall. “Two large buns please, extra cream cheese, and,” she paused to look at me, “do you like iced coffee?” I nodded, not really knowing if that was true or not. “Two large iced coffees,” she finished her order to the redheaded boy with freckles stuck in the small booth.
