by Ivy Jordan
“I don’t like the seclusion,” she chimed in, deciding to go a different route with her topic. “And, the fact that I can’t get a greasy, delicious slice of pizza any hour of the day or night just by walking out my front door,” she closed her eyes and let her head fall as a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Fuck, my cock stiffened instantly at the sweet noise she made.
“Yeah. If you want anything here, you have a ways to go,” I chuckled nervously, praying that the blood would rush from between my legs back to my brain.
We spent the rest of dinner coming up with reasons why living here sucked in comparison to our homes in the states. It was refreshing how easy she made it to find something in common to talk about. Damn, her lips were so red and plump. My mind drifted often during our conversation, and plenty of times I had to tune her out and think of baseball or some other focal point to distract my cock.
The check came, and I didn’t want the night to end. It was Saturday, and I knew she didn’t have to work, and I could put off working on the house until late afternoon, or even Monday if I wanted. “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” I asked, slipping my credit card into the leather folder with the bill.
Her smile spread across her face as she nodded. Damn, it is going to be tough to keep my hands off of her.
We tossed our shoes in the car and she leaned against the driver drawer while I bent down to roll up my jeans. “I should’ve worn shorts,” I chuckled nervously as my eye caught a glimpse of red between her legs as the wind lifted her skirt ever so slightly. Fuck, the ache between my own legs returned, and this time with a vengeance. I instantly thought of Tommy to stop from growing a full wood right there like a damn perv. I stood quickly, before chancing another peek at her panties, and took her hand.
We walked on the beach, not saying much, and then stopped at a large rock to rest. My hands gripped around her small waist and lifted her up to the rock, and then I slid next to her. The water was rising quickly, and with each wave, more water splashed up the rock and wet our feet, and then our legs. “Looks like we’re about to get drenched,” I warned as the next wave blasted up the rock and splashed to our laps. She giggled hysterically as she stood on the rock. “Get on my back,” I suggested, leaning into her so she could climb aboard. The warmth of her body sent electricity through my veins as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I ran up the beach towards the car as if the waves were chasing us. We probably had plenty of time to hang out, but we were going to get wet, that was for certain.
I bent down, letting Taylor slide from my back to her feet. “Thank you,” she gushed. The front of her white dress was soaked from the waves, and her red panties were very visible. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself. Her eyes widened as she noticed what I was looking at, and a squeal roared from her throat. “Oh my God!” she screeched, giggling and running for the passenger side of my car. I laughed as I walked around, opening the door for her, and gave her a wink as she slid into the seat. “Red’s my favorite color,” I taunted as I slid into the driver’s seat, a smirk smeared all over my face.
Her cheeks turned bright red, and her smile widened with a new excitement I’d yet to see. “I better get you home and dried off,” I apologized with a smile, and then pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed towards her house.
I pulled up in front, dreading letting her go for the night, but walked to her side, helped her out and had to laugh when she covered her front with her hand. I’d already seen it; those red panties were burnt into my memory for life.
At the door, I helped her with her keys so she didn’t have to move her hand from in front of her dress. “Would you like to come in for some wine?” she asked. I hated wine, but I still agreed.
“I’ll be just a minute,” she excused herself, leaving me in the living room of her childhood home.
A large picture hung on the wall of Taylor with her dad and brother. I remembered when it was taken, just a few months before Tommy died. He’d come home on leave, and that was the last time he’d seen his family.
Taylor returned to the living room wearing a silky red robe tied snuggly around her waist. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had anything on underneath. It sure didn’t look like it. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us a glass of wine,” she smiled, walking past me and into the kitchen.
I sat down on the couch, nervously fidgeting like I was back in high school and getting ready to meet my date’s parents for the first time. Damn, this girl is getting under my skin.
My voice cracked a little when I thanked Taylor for the wine she handed me, and when she sat down next to me, close enough that our hips touched, a lump grew in my throat, nearly choking me to death. This was it, now or never. The perfect moment for our first kiss.
Chapter Twelve
Taylor
I couldn’t believe I was actually taking Madison’s advice. She was with an idiot; what the hell did she know, and what was I doing listening to her?
My hip pressed against Elijah’s so snuggly that there was no way he wouldn’t pick up on my signal. The silk material of my robe clung to my body, and I knew my hardened nipples were visible as he turned to me. His eyes rested on mine, but I knew they’d wandered without detection to the cleavage showing through my robe, and of course the hardened nubs that poked through the thin material.
I’d never been so bold before, so assertive about what I wanted. Panic was setting in the more I thought about what I was doing, what I was planning to do. I was ready to excuse myself and change into something less provocative when Elijah leaned in. Shit, this was it. He was going to kiss me.
Our eyes locked as he moved in, his lips parting as they grazed against mine. They were soft, sensual, and tasted like the red wine I’d served him. I closed my eyes, melting towards him as his tongue tickled my lips, sliding delicately across them, parting them, entering them. Our tongues entangled with a burst of passion that awoke my arousal like never before. I am kissing Elijah Grant. My heart pounded hard against my chest as Elijah pulled back, his teeth gently tugging at my lower lip. My eyes opened to his intense stare, filled with the same hunger and desire I was feeling. Yes, I wanted this. I couldn’t stop now, not after a kiss like that. My hands lifted to his chest, my fingers slowly working the buttons open on his shirt. Smooth, tan skin exposed below with each released button. My pussy ached for attention; my breasts swelled with envy as my fingers slowly passed over Elijah’s nipples.
I pushed his shirt from his body, dropping it behind him to the couch as he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Do you have protection?” I asked, feeling embarrassment aching through my veins like an unexperienced school girl. His lips curled into a crooked smile. “I do,” he replied, his voice so deep and thick I wanted to drown in its vibrations.
His hands lifted to my neck, gently pulling me into him for another kiss. Sweet tingles rolled through my body as his hand slid between my breasts, playfully caressing my cleavage. A slight tug on my robe’s belt let it loose, allowing him to explore my nude body freely. His touch was so precise, so skillful, that I fell into a trance. Under his spell, he guided me to my back, my robe open, nothing underneath, and the only thing covering me were his eyes.
My fingers slid through the short hairs atop his head as his mouth roamed freely along my body, carefully to miss the parts that ached for him, begged for him. The tease was creating an explosive arousal within me that I’d never imagined possible. My body trembled, tensed, and then released a forceful orgasm as he slid a single finger in the crevice of my inner thigh. Moans roared from my throat, my body pushed, squirmed, and writhed beneath his touch, begging for him to give me what I wanted, what I needed.
My body calmed to a soft roar as the orgasm settled. The look in his eyes was devastatingly sexy, turning me into a toy that wanted only to please him as he had me. He hadn’t even touched a breast, my clit, or the inside of my warm, wet cunt, and already my arousal slicked my openin
g as it continued to throb softly.
“What have you done to me?” I gasped.
His smile fell crooked upon his squared jawline, and his eyes grew hungry again as he moved into me. The stubble on his chin tickled my nipples as his tongue traced their outline. My back arched, my hips ground into his leg, and all I wanted at that moment was for him to fuck me, to fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.
Elijah’s tongue was as skillful as a snake in the grass hunting its prey. It slid down my side, into the small of my waist, and then down my hip, curling into my inner thigh. His hands pushed my legs apart, and without warning, his tongue buried into my cunt, lapping up the reward of his given pleasure. “Fuck me,” I gasped, the first time I’d ever said anything dirty during sex. It startled me at first, but as he lapped up my juices, sucking my pussy lips so hard they tugged from my body, and then moving to my swollen clit with a massaging rhythm that brought me back to the edge of climax, I grew more aggressive with my needs. “Don’t stop; suck my clit,” I guided his head with my hands as my hips ground with his rhythm.
A growl rolled from his throat, vibrating the meaty nub he gently chewed and sucked. “Make me come again,” I moaned just as my orgasm exploded like fire through dry grass. I called out to God, to Elijah, and cursed like a sailor as my body shook twice as hard as the first time.
“I could suck on your cunt all night,” Elijah whispered as he pulled up from between my legs. “But, I have to feel you around me,” he added with a raspy gasp.
His fingers playfully ran through my pussy lips as my legs fell open for him. My arousal was slick and sticky, and I couldn’t wait to feel him fill me. He stood from the couch, unlatched his jeans, and then reached into his back pocket. I watched him work a condom from his wallet, “Just for emergencies,” he explained with a smirk, and then pushed his jeans down from his hips. While he kicked off his shoes, my eyes got their first peek at his long, hard cock. It was so pink, so veiny and thick that my mouth watered at its sight.
“You want this?” he teased, stroking his large muscle in his strong hand.
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips grinding upward as his free hand teased my tight hole. He slipped one finger inside easily, working it in and out as I squirmed. My eyes fell shut, my body fell under his control, and at that moment, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. I was his.
“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, lowering onto me. The warmth of his body against my skin soothed me, and his hot breath made me shudder with excitement. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said sweetly, kissing the side of my neck. His finger pulled from me, leaving my pussy aching for more attention.
My eyes locked onto his as he positioned his cock at my entrance. He rested there, his cock head just pushed between my plump pussy lips. They were swollen from my arousal, and my clit was fully open, my sweet pearl exposed and ready for the friction of his belly as he fucked me. “I can’t believe I’m here with you,” I gasped. Elijah smiled, his eyes filled with a strange, sexy satisfaction as he thrust his hips towards me, pushing his long, hard cock deep into my cunt. Moans roared from my throat, my lips trembled as I began to make random noises, my breathing accelerated, and my clit felt as though it would explode.
My legs wrapped around him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me as I pushed my hips upward, keeping with the motion of his. Fuck, Elijah Grant is fucking me hard, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.
His thrusts slowed to a steady rhythm, one that left me trembling beneath him, and my pussy contracting around him. His growls grew louder and deeper with each thrust until he stopped, tensed, and his ass cheeks clenched tight, pushing him even deeper into my tight hole. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, and then exploded with a rush of warmth between my legs, filling the condom so full I could feel it swelling. My pussy contracted, my clit began to calm, but the orgasm that teetered on the edge was not backing away; it was ready to leap.
Elijah’s eyes burnt into mine as he steadied himself above me, keeping his weight from crushing me into the couch. His cock was still buried between my legs, but not moving at all. My body trembled and shook, and my hands reached for his back, clawing into his skin as my lips allowed loud moans of pleasure to escape. I finally calmed, my eyes opened, and Elijah looked at me with such surprise, such satisfaction, that I froze in his spell once again.
I didn’t want him to move from atop me, but his cock was already working its way out as my pussy finalized the last few contractions of my orgasm. He looked as disappointed as I felt as his manhood was pushed completely from my warm hole. “I better clean up,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing me softly on the forehead before he lifted from me.
His body was chiseled, as if an artist spent years ensuring every muscle, every ripple, and every vein was perfectly placed. I was already thirsting for more as my eyes followed him down the hall. I was filled with sorrow as he disappeared into the bathroom, out of sight. I slid up, realizing I needed to clean up as well. I grabbed my robe, slid it on, and tightened the belt. The large picture on my wall of me with my dad and Tommy stared me in the face, mocking me, judging me. A sudden rush of remorse and panic rolled through me. What had I done?
Elijah came out of the bathroom, and I was certain my face displayed the mortification I felt. I smiled faintly as I told him I needed to clean up, and took his spot in the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the toilet, fighting back the tears. I really liked Elijah, and oh my God, the sex was better than I’d ever had, but he was my brother’s best friend. My dead brother’s best friend. I couldn’t get his approval, not with him gone.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the bathroom behind the locked door, but it had to be a while as I struggled with my anxiety. A knock on the door and then Elijah’s voice pulled me back to reality “Hey, are you okay?” he asked.
I opened the door, he was already fully dressed, and his eyes filled with worry, and I was certain mine filled with regret. “I’m sorry. I just started feeling sick. Maybe it was too much wine,” I lied, knowing I’d only had three glasses, and I could guzzle six down on a good night before feeling woozy.
“Okay. Can I do anything, get you anything?” he asked.
“No. I think I just need to go to bed,” I smiled faintly, avoiding keeping eye contact for more than a split second. I didn’t want him to see right through me. “I’m sorry,” I apologized for my abrupt illness, even though faked to hopefully hide the stress.
“Okay. I’ll leave you alone then, if you’re sure you don’t want me to stay and help,” he offered.
“No,” I answered way too quickly.
“I’d like to see you again,” he said, his tone obviously shaken with worry about my behavior.
I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to see him again. I wasn’t sure I could. “Call me, and we’ll try to make plans,” I said, and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and rushed him to the front door. What have I done?
Chapter Thirteen
Elijah
My eyes were barely open when my phone started ringing. My hand reached out from under the blankets, fumbling for the noisy device vibrating across the nightstand. Ugh.
“Hello,” I answered, pulling the phone under the blankets with me, neglecting to check who was calling before answering.
“Hey, Elijah, hope I didn’t wake you,” John Sanderson’s voice beamed into my ear.
“No, not at all,” I growled.
“I have the realtor coming into the house in a couple hours, and I thought you might want to hear what she has to say about getting the house on the market,” he explained.
Hearing the possibility of unloading the house of bad memories pulled me out of my grog. “Yes, I’ll be there. Thank you,” I replied, clicking the off button, and sliding out of the bed to my feet. Coffee. I’m gonna’ need some coffee.
I knew John said he’d have a realtor inspect the place, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
I really hadn’t got much done there, other than cosmetic issues, and ridding the house of the smell. Hopefully there wasn’t much more to do, and I could go home, and back to my life. My life? I stared in the mirror at my tired eyes, scruffy face, and noticed a hint of gray in my whiskers. What was waiting for me back in Miami? Nothing.
After two cups of the cheap hotel coffee provided with the complimentary coffee maker from the eighties, a quick shower, and a stop at the bakery Madison owned, I was ready for my realtor meeting.
Madison ogled me when I walked into her shop and smiled like a lunatic when I ordered. I was curious what Taylor had said to her about me, but I knew better than to ask. Her smile said plenty. It was obvious she knew about our night together.
John motioned me into his office as I entered the building. I passed by my dad’s old office, noticing a young woman in a pantsuit inside. Guess they are eager to get the place cleaned out. It was nice and organized now; no more of dad’s junk.
“Good morning,” I greeted John, and then turned to an attractive woman wearing a bright green skirt that showed off her long legs, and a white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show off her cleavage. “You must be Elijah,” she greeted me, extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she added with a smile.
Once all the niceties were complete, she got straight down to business. “I have the report from the inspector, and it’s quite extensive,” she shoved down my throat. Fuckin’ wonderful.
“What are we talking about?” I asked reluctantly.
The woman who had introduced herself as Marie Gilbert started rambling about roof repairs, foundation issues, window replacements, and a dozen other jobs that needed to be completed before the house could go on the market. “Once the repairs are complete, I’d be happy to list the house,” she smiled. Yeah, I bet.
“How much?” I asked, curious about the amount of money I stood to make from the place; hopefully enough to make it worth my while.
