She was a vision. She had on thigh-highs that connected to a garter belt and lace panties.
She didn’t reply, but she did spread her legs. I cupped her ass, ripping the thin lace material from her body and bringing her forward before I swept my tongue against her skin. I could smell her arousal. I wanted to worship at her altar.
I lifted her with my hands, placing her legs over my shoulders as I feasted on her. I sucked like a starved man, licking every ridge and bump as she chanted, “Fuck yeah,” and “Oh my God.” I didn’t relent when she came on my face, her legs almost a vise around my head. I dug in deeper, sucking harder as I brushed her asshole with my fingertip. Her body shuddered, the light touch against the sensitive spot sending her quickly over the edge for the second time.
I gave her a moment to catch her breath before I peeled her off me and stood. As soon as I did, her lips captured mine; the tiger inside her had been unleashed. Hertongue danced inside my mouth, intertwining with mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her pussy into my already hard and throbbing cock.
The wetness from her pussy soaked through my dress shirt, searing my flesh. I walked toward the bed, unzipping her dress and resting my palm against her back. I wanted to rip her dress off, take her fast and hard, but I knew I needed to take my time with her. This would be my only shot to have Izzy Gallo, and I wouldn’t waste it. I wanted to spend all night inside her and hear her scream my name.
My first instinct kicked in as I pulled her dress down her shoulders. She released my hair, removing her arms from the small scraps of material that encased her. Holding her body with one arm, I slid my other hand up her side and cupped her breast. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I pulled her body closer and left no space between us. I toyed with the hoop piercing, gently tugging on her nipple to see her pain threshold.
Her breathing grew erratic as her body shuddered against mine. Biting her lip, I moaned into her mouth as I tried to keep myself upright. I had never kissed someone and felt weak-kneed, but with her, it was like my first kiss. World ending. Life altering. Completely fucked up.
She sucked the air from my lungs, capturing my moans as she rubbed her core against me. Unable to wait any longer, I reached between us and plunged my fingers back inside her. Her body sucked them in, pulsing around the length as I dragged them back out. Curling them up, I rubbed her G-spot with each lash of my digits.
Her fingers moved to my shoulders, digging into my flesh as I brought her close to coming. Claiming her mouth, stealing each other’s air, and driving each other absolutely mad, I knew I was fucked.
That’s the thing about sex. Touching someone for the first time is so intense that you feel like you’ll never be the same. I felt that way with her in my arms and my fingers inside her. I knew I’d be changed forever. Izzy was my equal. Her wit, sass, and sexuality couldn’t compare to any other woman I’d ever met. How could I go back to average when I’d had spectacular?
I removed my fingers, hearing her hiss at the loss of friction. I shrugged off my suit jacket; my body cooled, but not my need for her. I laid her down, her chest exposed and the bottom of the dress a mess as I pulled off my tie and started to open my shirt.
A small smile crept across her face as she fondled her tits. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my insides as I watched her touch herself. Giving up on the slow-ass fucking buttons, I ripped my shirt open, and the buttons flew everywhere.
Fuck slow. I needed relief. I needed her.
The smile melted from her face as I stared down at her. She pulled at her nipples, her eyes raking over my chest. Moving forward, I unzipped my pants. I grabbed her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed. Unable to wait any longer, I pushed down my pants, letting my cock spring free.
Her eyes traveled down my body, landing on my dick. Then her eyes perked up and the corner of her mouth turned into a devilish smile.
“Impressive,” she said as she cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed.
“Fuck,” I hissed, realizing I didn’t have a condom.
What a fucking idiot. I hadn’t planned on taking her to bed, or else I would’ve been prepared. This hadn’t been in the cards for this weekend, but I’d take the jackpot and ride the wave.
“I got it,” she said as she rolled over and grabbed her purse off the floor, pulling a strip of condoms from inside.
Normally, the sight would disturb me, but not with her. “Planning on getting lucky?” I asked, staring down at her.
She laughed for a moment before her smile faded. “I’m not trashy, Jimmy. They’re from the bachelorette party.”
Chapter 8
I know how it looked. Like I was the type of girl who carried around a box of condoms because I never knew whom I’d be fucking from night to night. It was the furthest thing from the truth. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude, and I never put down any woman no matter how many partners they’ve had. Men can do it without being looked at with disdain, and I wanted to high-five every lady out there getting what she wants.
I had distanced myself from sleeping around. Men were a complication I didn’t need or want. Flash was my standby. The one I called when I needed some cock and a quick goodbye. Lately, that in itself had turned into an issue and a fucking headache. I loved him, but as a best friend. We had passion and the sex was fantastic, but the spark wasn’t there and neither were the feelings.
Flash was like my favorite teddy bear as a kid, but he ate pussy like a pro. He was comfortable. Maybe a little too easy for me, and I’d grown complacent with just okay instead of fucking amazing. I knew I needed to make a change and kick Flash’s ass to the curb, but I had to be gentle about it.
Looking up at James, I didn’t see anything comfortable or easy about the man. He stared down at me with such passion and burning that I worried he’d burst into flames before my very eyes.
Sitting up, I tore one condom from the strip and threw the rest on the floor. I’d brought a bunch of them to the bachelorette party as party favors and to throw around at the girls. I’d wanted to make sure every cock was covered and that all the girls were safe. It was something I always preached.
“Must’ve been one hell of a party.”
“Oh it was,” I said before tearing open the package with my teeth.
I motioned with my finger for him to step closer, batting my eyelashes at him. I needed to taste him before I covered it. I moved, kneeling on the edge of the bed and waiting for his dick to come to eye level. The glimmer of shiny metal made my insides twist and my pussy convulse. There’s something about a man with a piercing in his cock.
