When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2) (6 page)

Bright lights briefly illuminate the interior of the truck
and we both freeze.  They are headlights from a car leaving the parking lot. 

 “Maybe we should go before we get arrested or something,”
he murmurs softly against my lips. 

I pull back some and nod, not wanting to leave his lap and
by the way his arms are still wrapped tightly around me tightly, he doesn’t
want me to leave his lap either.  The ride back to my house is quiet; the only
sounds are the hum of the truck’s engine and the music softly playing on the
radio.  Isaac has my left hand loosely in his right hand, his fingers ever so
slightly stroking my palm.  This simple gesture has me crossing and uncrossing
my legs and shifting in my seat.

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Isaac

After arriving back at Olivia’s house, I walk her to the
door.  I stand close behind her as she unlocks and opens her front door, steps
inside, disengages the alarm and turns back to me.  I don’t dare step into her
house, because if I do, I am going to fuck her.  While that is something I
really want to do, I also want to take things slow with her.  If it was any
other female, I would already be in her house and have her naked.  Olivia is
different, I don’t know why – but she is. 

“Thank you Isaac,” she says softly and almost shyly, which
makes me want her even more.  “I had a great time tonight.”  She lowers her
eyes and ducks her head and I can’t help but dip my head and steal a kiss; the
kiss is heated and brims with an intensity I haven’t experienced before.  I
break the kiss, knowing that if I don’t, I will have her naked and be buried in
her within ten minutes.
               “Olivia, get in the house before I take you to bed.” 

“Okay,” she says, but instead of pulling away from me like I
expect, she pulls me into her house, closes the door and is looking at me
expectantly. 

Well fuck!

I bend and throw her over my shoulder, taking her down the
hall and to her bedroom.  I turn on the bedside lamp before I lay her gently on
the bed and immediately cover her with my body – taking her mouth in a kiss.  I
start tugging at her sweater, pulling it up when her hand on my wrist stops me.

“Wait!” she says breathlessly.

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Olivia

“I need to tell you something,” I say, noticing a quick look
of disappointment flicker across Isaac’s handsome face before it clears.  He
probably thinks I am changing my mind.

 I am so not doing that! 

I just need to tell him about my almost non-existent sex
life.  I really don’t know how to tell him so I just blurt it out as I cover my
face with my hands.

“It’s been four years since I have been with anyone, so I
might be a bit rusty,” I rush out.

His big hands gently pry my own hands away from my face. 

“Okay,” he simply says.

“Is that alright?”

“Why wouldn’t it be alright?”  He runs his fingers down my
face and lightly across my neck.  A shiver runs up my spine as he helps me take
off my sweater and he rests his hand over my bra-covered tit. 

I simply shrug.

“You’re not changing your mind are you?” he asks softly
while rubbing a thumb over my pebbling nipple. 

I shake my head vigorously as I involuntarily arch my back
and he stealthily reaches around and unhooks my bra.  When he plucks the bra
from body, his eyes go wide - probably at my pierced nipples; I had both of my
nipples pierced a few years ago because I wanted to do something wild.  He
stares at them with his mouth literally hanging open.  When he continues to
stare, I get self-conscious and move to cover myself, but his hands catch my
wrists and pin them against the bed.

“You are full of surprises,” he says as if in awe before
lowering his head to suck on my nipple.

Sweet Jesus! 

This is the first time I have had someone other than the
piercer touch my pierced nipples and I think I am going melt into the bed. 
Isaac takes his time licking and sucking on my right nipple before he moves to
the left one.  My breathing is embarrassingly loud and he continues to pin my wrists
to the bed.  He is slowly grinding his hips into me and I can feel how big he
is. 

“Isaac,” I finally breathe out.  “Let me go, I want to touch
you.”

He releases my wrists.  I immediately try to get his sweater
off.  I want to be skin to skin with this man.  He rises up on his knees and
pulls his sweater off.  He then quickly grips his white t-shirt at the back of
the neck and pulls it over his head.  My mouth goes dry at the sight of his
muscular torso and arms.  I love how the muscles bunch in his arms as he leans
forward and hovers over me again.

I take my time, running my hands up his forearms, to his
biceps and then over his shoulders.  I marvel at the softness of his skin and
the hardness of the muscles underneath.

Oh how I love his body. 

He gives me that dimpled smile and says thank you.

I mentally slap my forehead. 

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” 

“Mmmhuh,” is all he says before he captures my lips in a
kiss again.  My eyes slide closed, as I get lost in the kiss, loving how he
playfully teases my mouth all the while still kissing me thoroughly.

He starts to trail kisses along my jaw and when he reaches
my ear, he whispers, “I love your body too and the nipple piercings are sexy as
fuck.” 

His deep voice in my ear, combined with his kisses has me so
wet right now.  I let my hands drift down his torso as he kisses down my neck
before capturing my nipple in his mouth again.

I hiss and I am caught up in all the wonderful sensations he
is giving me.  Before I know it, he has relieved me of my jeans and panties and
I am lying naked across my bed.  I quickly scramble to the head of the bed and
scoot under the covers as I watch Isaac shed his jeans and boxer briefs.  I can
feel my jaw drop as I watch his cock spring free and bob against his abdomen. 

That is not going to fit.

Before he lets his jeans fall completely to the floor, he
pulls his wallet from his jeans pocket and removes three gold condom packages
with black writing and places them on the nightstand. 

I think those are Magnums.

Three Magnums.

I am in so much trouble.

He lifts the bedcovers and slides into the bed, pulling me
close to him.  I instinctively wrap myself around him as he buries his face
into my neck. 

“Are you sure about this,” he asks as he cups my pussy with
his big hand.  I am so wet, I am almost embarrassed by it.

“I’m sure,” I whisper as I snake my hand between us and grip
his cock.  I know he is big when my thumb and middle finger don’t even come
close to touching.  I jack his cock in my hand a few times before he rolls onto
his back taking me with him.  I lose my grip on him as I situate myself until I
am straddling him. 

“You are so fucking sexy,” he says – his deep voice
reverberating through me. 

His big hands grip my hips before making a path up to the
indent in my waist.  They slowly glide up my sides and land on my tits.  He
uses his thumbs to lightly flick my nipples.  I can feel his hard cock getting
even harder as I start to grind into him.

Isaac lets out a hiss as my wet folds glide over his cock. 
I throw my head back when he tugs on my nipples harder.

Fuck that feels good!

He chuckles lightly.

Fuck!  Did I say that out loud too?

He tugs my nipples again before speaking, “Yes you did.”

I open my eyes and look down as he flashes that sexy dimpled
smile at me; my pussy throbs at the sight.  His hand travels down to my hips
again before he grabs a condom from the nightstand and tears it open with his
teeth.  I scoot back some and watch, captivated as he rolls the condom down his
big shaft.

“You wanna be on top or underneath me?” he asks.

I have no fucking idea!  I just want you in me
. 

He chuckles deeply again and I blush, realizing that I am
broadcasting my inner thoughts.

“Why don’t you stay here and take as much of me as you can,”
he says. 

I nod absentmindedly as he grips my hips and I maneuver
myself over him.  I slowly sink down on his cock, my eyes rolling back into my
head as I take all of him.  I breathe deep as I feel a little pain with my
pleasure.

When I have taken all of him, I open my eyes and look down
at him. 

This feels so much better than my dildo!

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Isaac

I chuckle lightly when Olivia says I feel better than her
dildo.  I can feel her body shudder as she takes me in.  I grit my teeth,
willing myself not to cum.  Her pussy is hot and snug.  I rest my hands lightly
on her hips as she starts to move; my toes involuntarily flex when she starts
to ride me.  For someone who hasn’t had sex in four years, she moves surprising
well.  I bite my tongue so I don’t shout out how good she feels when she almost
makes me cum with a simple roll of her hips. 

She has her hands on my chest as she rides me slowly.  I
take her hands and lace them with mine, letting her use my hands to support
herself as she continues to roll those hips seductively.

"Fuck baby,” I moan out because I am already on the
edge of cumming and I don't want to just yet.  I quickly sit up and pin our
clasped hands behind her back.  I am able to still her hips by this movement
alone.  I breathe hard into her neck as I try to tamp down the need to cum.

“What’s wrong Isaac?”  Her voice sounds throaty and breathy
at the same time.  “Am I not moving right?”

I chuckle darkly into her neck and I can feel a tremor run
through her body. 

“No Baby Girl, that’s not it,” I kiss along her neck until I
reach her ear.  I give it a little nip.  “You move perfectly, but if you keep
moving like that, you’re going to make me cum and I am not ready to cum yet.” 

“Oh,” she breathes out.

I take in the look on her face and she is gorgeous.  Her
usually big doe eyes are hooded with lust and need, her cheeks flushed and she
is biting that plump bottom lip of hers.  I ghost my lips over hers before
delving in for a kiss.  As I plunder her mouth, I slowly start to lift my hips,
pumping into her from below.  She lets out a low moan that makes my cock
unbelievably harder.  When I think I have myself under control, I slowly
release her hands and ease back a bit, letting my hands rest lightly on her
hips.

She leans back and braces her hands behind her – on my knees
– working those bewitching hips of hers.  Her head is thrown back and her
pretty tits are begging for my mouth.  As I work her nipples with my tongue, I
can feel a tingling at the base of my spine and my balls starting to tighten. 
I am about to cum and there is no way I can stop it.  I wrap my arms around her
torso, burying my head into her neck again as I start pumping up into her –
hard – hoping I can get her to cum before I do.

I don’t think I can though.

I squeeze her tighter when I start cum.  I thrust harder,
trying to get deeper and that is when I can feel her pussy walls start to spasm
and rhythmically squeeze my cock.  She lets out these sexy as hell moans as she
starts to cum.  I continue to hold her tight, peppering her neck with kisses
and whispering in her ear, telling her how good she feels, as her orgasm pulses
on and then finally subsides. 

I ease her down on the bed before heading to the bathroom to
dispose of the condom.  A few moments later, I enter the bedroom and Olivia is
still in the spot where I left her.  When I kneel on the bed, she opens her
eyes and gives me a shy smile. 

“You okay,” I ask as I gently ease her legs open.

She nods, but looks
confused when I settle the warm washcloth over her pussy.  “What are you
doing?”  She sounds and looks embarrassed.  She tries to close her legs, but I
place a hand on her knee, stilling her.

“I’m just cleaning you up a bit.”

“I can do it.  You don’t have to do that.”  A blush engulfs
her face and spreads down to her tits. 

I lean forward and capture her lips in a tender kiss before
speaking. 

“I know, but I want to.  Let me take care of you.”

Instead of answering, she opens her legs a bit for me and I
watch her blush deepen.  

After tossing the washcloth in the hamper, I climb back into
bed with Olivia.  She is lying in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled
up and covering my view of her tits.

That just won’t do.

I lie down on my side, propping my head up with my hand, looking
down at her.

“You okay?”  I ask softly, placing my hand on her sheet
covered stomach.

She nods, looking at me shyly.

I gently tug the sheet down until her tits are exposed.  I
slowly trail my fingers across her tit, edging closer to her nipple – swirling
my fingertip around the edge of her areola.  Her eyes slide close and her back
arches ever so slightly.  I grin before leaning down and slipping only the very
tip of her pierced nipple between my lips. 

“Isaac,” Olivia breathes out softly. 

“Tell me the story behind these piercings,” I ask, rubbing
my lips across the pebbled peak. 

I blow a warm breath across the tight little bud then take
it into my mouth, flicking the barbell with my tongue.  This time her back
definitely arches.  She starts to scissor her legs together.

“Baby Girl, are you going to answer me?”

Her eyes flutter open to look at me. 

“Huh?”

Deciding to have some mercy on her, I lean back. 

“Tell me the story behind these piercings?  How long have
you had them?  What made you get them?”

I trail my hand back down to her stomach and let it rest
there, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my palm.  Olivia scrunches up
her eyes before blowing out a gush of air.  She then opens those big brown
peepers and looks at me.