by Moxie North
She started bobbing her head up and down the length of him. Her hand pumping the base of his shaft as she sucked hard, creating a vacuum that Eli had never experienced before. It was like she was trying to melt their flesh together. He watched as her eyes opened to gauge his reactions, then close in her own ecstasy, like sucking his cock was the most amazing thing she had ever tasted. Eli wanted to fill her with his cum, he could envision it dripping out of all of her holes. She would look glorious.
Eli smoothed her platinum curls back from her face and reveled in the beauty before him. Even sucking him deep she looked so innocent and fragile. What she was doing didn’t feel innocent and Eli fucking loved the combination. An Angel that gave amazing head, she really was his dream come true. He fought letting his eyes close to savor the sensations. He didn’t want to miss one second of his hard cock slipping between those luscious red lips.
He watched as she worked him, her head bobbing up and down. Alternating between sucking him hard, then deep throating him and swallowing. He felt the tingle in his spine, he knew he was going to come but he needed to warn her. “Angel, I’m gonna come, you need to let off,” he warned.
Izzy looked up at him her blue eyes blinking, then squinting as she smiled. She started working his cock hard, sucking and tugging his thick meat. Eli couldn’t help himself, he brought his hand down on the back of her head and pushed her harder onto his cock. Izzy didn’t resist, she just swallowed him deeper.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold back,” he gave her another warning, his hips pitching up off the seat. Izzy responded by forcing him down her throat until her nose was on his abs, as she let out a low moan that shot straight through his cock. The first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat and Izzy greedily swallowed it down. Eli poured his essence into her, pumping his hips up into her face. As he felt the last drops trickle out, Izzy took back up her sucking motion. This time gentle, suckling. She lapped at his dick, soothing his tender flesh. Making sure she didn’t miss a drop. When she reached the end of him, he sucked in a breathed as she flicked her tongue out with a barely there tickle that had him gasping. Then she placed a chaste kiss right on the end of his dick. It was the sweetest and fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He couldn’t stand it, he used his hands to pull her up to his mouth and he kissed her hard and deep. He was trying to find the words for what she had just given him. How do you tell a beautiful goddess that she just gave you the best fucking blowjob of your life, and possibly the best orgasm of your life. Eli knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that once he finally got her into his bed, his next orgasm was going to smash this one.
“Baby girl, you are off the fucking charts,” he said into her mouth, “I want nothing more than to continue this, but I’ve got plans for you tonight. “Will you come home with me? Spend the night with me?” he asked, hoping to god she said yes. He’d be crushed if she wasn’t as in to him as he was her. Plus his mom would be disappointed. He’d sent her a text when he saw his Angel walk into the bar. Told her he met the girl of his dreams. His mom, knowing her son better than anyone and knew he never, never fell head over heels for anyone, simply said bring her over.
He watched as she grew a little tense, then she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Then her eyes met his. Whatever she saw in his eyes, thank goodness, made her worry drop.
She smiled at him and said, “Yes sugar, I’ll come home with you.”
He returned her smile and kissed her quick on her lips, “Alright Angel, let’s get straightened up and I’ll order dinner. I was going to take you out, but you looked like you just had a roll in the hay and I don’t want anyone looking at you when you look so delectable,” he finished as he buttoned up his jeans.
“I promise shawarma next time, yeah?” he asked, and she nodded.
She straightened herself and watched as he swiped his phone on and hit some buttons, put the phone to his ear and she hear him say “Tony, my man, it’s Eli. Yeah I’m good, listen I need an order to go, yeah, uh hold on,” covering the phone he said, “Angel what do you want? It’s Italian. I’m getting fettuccine alfredo, they have the usual Italian stuff,” he finished looking at her.
“Um, stuffed manicotti?” she offered up. She loved alfredo, but again it was one of those things you don’t order in front of fit people.
She saw Eli’s eyes get scrunchy, then he continued, “Yeah Tony, make it two fettuccine alfredos, one stuffed manicotti and throw in some of those cannolis, yeah the big ones. Make it four, yeah man, see you in fifteen,” he said, then hung up.
“Alright, baby, I need to hit the grocery store, then we’ll stop and grab the food and back to my house, sound like a plan?” he asked as he started up the truck.
“Sure, sounds great,” she offered, but really what was she going to say?
“Buckle up, beautiful,” he said and he threw the truck into gear.
Chapter 7
They stopped by a local grocery store. Jumping out he said, “You ok staying here for a minute? I just need a few things,” as he was checking to make sure he had his wallet.
She nodded and he gave her the wink.
As she gazed at his tight little ass walking into the store, she tried to take stock of the last hour and a half. She had met a guy, made out with him in a parking lot, and then sucked him off, but not before he finger banged her in the front seat. Now they were grabbing something to eat and she had said she would go home with him. She must have lost what teeny tiny bit of her rational mind she had left. She really wanted to call her girls or even text them. But she knew they were out with their hotties and didn’t want to interrupt whatever they were doing.
Ok, what’s the worst that could happen she wondered? It’s not like these guys were unknowns, they were firefighters. They had names and addresses. They were local community figures, sort of. And so far she couldn’t deny, her evening had been freaking spectacular so far. So they’d have some pasta, maybe she would sleep with him. Then she’d head home, once the harsh light of day weighed in and showed Eli that she wasn’t his dream come true. That she was maybe just his Ms. Right Now. And she could live with that. She hoped.
She saw Eli walking back to the car carrying two rather full looking shopping bags. He made his way to the truck, swung the bags behind the seat and hopped up in. Izzy tried to look into the bags but she heard, “Nuh-uh that’s surprises for later,” he said, but didn’t elaborate.
Great, it was probably duct tape and a shovel. Ok, so a shovel wouldn’t fit in a grocery bag, but still. They headed down the street, stopping at a very cute looking restaurant, again Eli jumped out and ran inside returning with more bags, which he placed behind the seats. Then they headed off and got on the freeway.
They talked the whole way, about everything and anything really. She asked about his house and learned it was his grandparents before they moved into a retirement community. They’d sold it to Eli for a song, since they wanted to keep in the family. He told her about his brothers and sisters, his parents who apparently were more in love today than the day they got married. Izzy told him about her family, her quiet upbringing, and how she met Chloe and Nikki. That story had his beautiful head tipping back in laughter.
“Those are my kind of friends,” he said, “I never could resist a food fight.”
They talked about his work and before she knew it, they were pulling into a very cute one-story house in a well-established neighborhood. Clearly working class, but you could tell people loved their neighborhood and took care of their homes.
“Alright Angel, head on up to the front door and I’ll be right behind you,” he said grabbing the bags out of the truck.
Izzy made her way to the door and soaked up the charm of the front porch. She guessed Eli probably didn’t change much when his grandparents left. It was cute and not exactly bachelor pad style. He came up behind her and reached around her to the lock before she could move out of the way. He pressed his hard frame against her and leaned in. She t
ensed, but took his weight. He felt good.
Pushing the door open he let her walk in first, then came around her flipping on lights. Izzy saw she was right. Old but classic furniture graced every room, from the formal dining room to the comfy living room. “It’s really nice Eli,” she offered.
“Thanks, it’s pretty much to same as when my grandparents were here. They wanted new stuff when they moved. So I just took it as is,” he said walking into the kitchen flipping on lights.
Izzy didn’t know if she should follow him or just keep standing there like an idiot. She chose to keep standing there. She heard the fridge door open and close a few times, then heard him call out, “What do you want to drink? I have beer, wine, water, or soda?”
“I’m ok with soda, I think I had enough to drink earlier,” she offered lamely.
“We can eat in the kitchen, the dining room if you’re feeling fancy or just crash on the couch,” he said carry sodas under each arm and the bags from the restaurant.
“Sofa is fine with me, not usually your fancy kinda girl,” she said trying to sound funny, but failing.
“Oh I think you’re pretty fancy Angel, but I’d rather be comfy, so sofa it is,” he said setting the bags down on the coffee table and taking a seat. He started unloading them and Izzy took a seat a cushion away from him. Eli stopped what he was doing to see her sitting so far away. His eyebrow rose and a smirk twisted his lips.
“Oh nuh-uh gorgeous, you aren’t playing coy with me now. Not after I’ve had a taste of you. Move that sweet ass right next to me,” he said pointing to the spot next to his thigh.
Izzy sighed and moved closer, she wasn’t going to protest, because then she’d have to explain herself. She scooted until she was about six inches from his leg. She sawed him shake his head in the negative and point again at the spot next to him. Izzy huffed and moved closer so her leg was flush with his. “Gawd, so bossy,” she muttered.
He leaned down and gave her a scorching, but quick kiss. “When it comes to you baby, trust me, I’ll get my way,” which he of-freaking-course finished with the wink. Izzy knew it, that wink was never going to let her win.
Pulling out the containers, he sorted the food, laying out forks and napkins. He looked up and asked, “Manicotti or the alfredo?”
“I’ll take what I ordered, thank you,” she said primly. She loved alfredo, I mean come on, it was cream and butter and cheese. What was not to like? Besides, her dish was stuffed with cheese, ricotta anyway. It was a healthier option, yeah for her!
Eli smirked, handed her the container and grabbed his own. Izzy thought she handled the situation admirably. That was until she had taken her first bite of delicious, stuffed shells. The sauce was amazing, garlic and basil covering the perfect noodle. The cheese inside was warm and creamy. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Pasta was her drug of choice and she was floating high. As she chewed, she opened her eyes to see Eli, mouth hanging open, fork midway to it, staring at her.
Shit, did she drip sauce on herself already? She looked down and her blue shirt was still blue. She looked back up with a confused look. Eli slammed his mouth shut, then the forkful he was about to eat started towards her.
“What? I’m good Eli, I’ve got my own,” she said her head bobbing away from the creamy noodles and chicken torpedoing towards her.
“Do it again,” he whispered huskily.
“Huh?” she said quietly.
“Do it again, baby,” as he pushed his fork to her lips.
Izzy knew if she didn’t open her mouth it would end up on her lap. So she opened and he slid the forkful of alfredo in her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the sauce pour over her tongue. As she chewed and moaned again she realized her eyes were closed, again. Flipping them open, she saw Eli was watching her. But this time it wasn’t shock on his face, it was hunger. And not the creamy noodle kind of hunger.
“Fuck Angel, watching you eat, is like watching you come. Fucking beautiful,” he growled.
Izzy managed to swallow past the lump in her throat. He looked really turned on. Was he? Just watching her eat? Iz knew she was an expressive eater, she loved food and it always made her feel amazing when she ate things she loved.
“I like to eat,” she said with a little chuckle.
“And I’m going to make sure you always get what you like,” he said running the pad of his thumb over her lip catching a small drop of sauce. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked.
“Eat baby, before I toss you on the coffee table and have my dessert first,” he said looking away and spearing a piece of chicken with his fork. Shoving it into his mouth, she sawed his eyes close and he moaned, “This IS fucking good.”
Clearly she wasn’t the only expressive eater here.
She started back into her own dish. Alternating between hers and the bites Eli would feed her. Except when he fed her, his eyes never left her face. She watched as his breathing would start getting deeper and faster. He really seemed to enjoy watching her. Izzy wanted to find this weird and off-putting, but it was freaking sexy the way he looked at her. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy feeding her. His eyes lighting up every time she opened her mouth. Not that it took a genius for her to figure out why a guy liked a girl’s mouth wide open. But as he fed her she sensed he not only enjoyed it from a sexual standpoint, but he seemed to like taking care of her. She was going to have to ponder that deeper at a later time. Right now, she was busy just holding on to the wave that was Eli Talbot.
They finished their meals, Eli digging into the extra fettuccine. For a fit guy he could pack the food away.
“Gawd, I’m stuffed,” Izzy moaned, leaning back on the couch. Her skinny jeans were now at critical mass and she was afraid a wardrobe malfunction was eminent.
“We haven’t even had dessert, Angel,” Eli said leaning back next to her. You know you’d probably be more comfortable if you were naked,” he said smiling at her with that goofy grin.
“Oh, I just bet,” she said laughing back at him.
Chapter 8
“Ok, I’m going to clean this up, then we are going to get comfy, then we are going to play truth or dare, then we are going to take a shower. Or maybe take a shower then play truth or dare, then dessert.”
Izzy watched him jump up and grab the empty containers, leaving one on the coffee table. He bounded into the kitchen, she heard doors opening and closing then he was back. He could go from turtle speed to rabbit speed in the blink of an eye. She followed him across the room as he bounced back into the living room and stand in front of her.
“I made a decision, partial dessert, then shower, then more dessert,” he said smiling at her like he’d just figured out the theory for cold fusion. He looked so proud she couldn’t help but smile up at him.
“Dessert twice? I’m starting to think this is a Hansel and Gretel scenario where you are trying to fatten me up so you can toss me in an oven and eat me,” she said nervously giggling at him.
“Oh, I’ll eat you, baby,” he said leaning over her bracing his hands on the back of the couch, “I just won’t cook you first, I like my women raw. And yes, I’m totally trying to add more curves to that luscious body. More curves, more of you to love,” he said leaning down to run his tongue over her lips.
She sucked in a breath and Eli whisked his tongue inside to taste her. She mewled and tipped her head back for more, but he pulled back.
Looking into her eyes, he said “Right, dessert,” and pushed away from her.
He reached down and grabbed her knees pushing them apart before she could protest. He kneeled between her legs and his hands moved to the button on her jeans.
Slapping at his hands, Izzy all but shrieked, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting you comfy baby, these jeans are fucking hot, but I want to see what’s under them. Please Angel, let me see, I’ll keep your panties on…for now,” he said, then freaking hell, winked.
“Oh wait, this won’t work,” he muttered to himsel
f.
Thank god Izzy thought! He’d changed his mind, the addition of the manicotti left her jeans at maximum capacity. But no, he must have realized her skinny jeans were not coming down over her stylish wedges. He leaned over and made quick work pulling both of her shoes off. Pausing to give each of her feet a soft kiss. Then brought his hands back to her waist and waited.
Izzy wanted to protest, really she did. She was not an easy girl, but Eli was making it easy. And she was having a good time with him. She didn’t want this dream to end yet. “Ok,” she whispered.
He smiled up at her, hell that smile…she was lost in it every time. Iz realized that he had to have some idea what she looked like under her jeans. It’s not like she was wearing a fat suit, and when he got her pants off he expected a supermodel. Her gaze dropped as he flicked the button on her jeans, she tried to suck in so he wouldn’t get an exploding blast of belly roll. But he wasn’t watching her, he was looking at his hands. He was watching his fingers pull down her zipper. When he finished he looked up at her and waited. Izzy guessed and lifted her ass off the couch so he could pull her pants off her hips. Dragging the jeans down her legs and off, his eyes flicked back to her panties.
Izzy was glad she wore the cute ones. Matching bra and panty sets were a vice of hers. These were teal with white lace. She thought they were girly and sweet.
Apparently Eli did too. He brought his hands to either side of her waist and ran his thumbs over hips. He paused and then slid his hands up under her top.
Izzy figured what the hell, and lifted her arms over her head so he could whisk off her top. Again, matching bra in teal with white lace. She heard Eli growl, low in his throat.
He reached up and cupped the undersides of both of her breasts. Then shoved his face right smack into her cleavage and took a huge breath. He moaned into her mounds. Pushing his face back and forth digging in deeper between her massive breasts. He stopped moving, Izzy was starting to worry she had smothered him.
