Izzy and Eli (4 page)

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 tensed, 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.

“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 himself.

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.

He pulled back to look up at her, “I’m keeping these,” he said before pushing his face back into her boobs.

Izzy couldn’t help it, she laughed out loud.  Then she kept laughing until her body was shaking and she moved her hands to Eli’s head to keep him from bouncing around.  Then she slowed her laughter and started running her hands through Eli’s awesome hair.  Short but still long enough to grab. It was soft and felt good.

“You ok in there?” she couldn’t help but ask.

She heard a muffled, “mmphff,” which she figured was ok, since it meant he could breathe.  She kept rubbing his head, just enjoying the weight of his torso resting on her.  This was good, she thought.  This was really freaking nice.  And she had totally forgot for a moment that she was sitting in her undies.

Eli started moving, so Izzy pulled her hands from his head.  She heard a muffled, “No,” so she put her hands back.  She felt as Eli brought his hands down and undid the buttons on his shirt. Pulling it off and taking his place back on her, this time his hands wrapping around the back of her.

Gawd! Full skin on skin contact.  He was hot and hard, and the smell of man and some kind of spicy cologne was coming off of him in waves.  It made Izzy’s freaking ovaries start to dance.  Down girls, she thought.  Tonight was not the night for making baby firefighters.

She felt him start to place warm, soft kisses on her breasts.  Alternating back and forth between them.  She watched him pull back and rub his nose along the edge of her flesh where it met the cup of her bra. Then she saw his tongue snake out and retrace the path.

He moved away from her breasts, moving down and placing soft kisses along her ribcage, down her belly. He would stop and run his nose between her belly rolls, then lick back over the path he’d traced. 

Izzy was in awe, she’d never had man pay attention to her like this.  They were usually in a lights off scenario. But here she was, lights on in Eli’s living room, on his couch half naked.  And the man on his knees in front of her was not wanting her to hide from him.  He was exploring her like she was a priceless treasure.

She heard him sigh and it sounded like a nice sigh.  His head tipped up and he looked at her, she had pulled her bottom lip into her teeth and was worrying it.

He reached up, pulled her lip out with his thumb and whispered, “Stunning.”

She gave him a timid smile and saw he was pushing away from her.  But he didn’t get up, he turned to the coffee table behind him and opened the takeout box. He pulled out a giant cannoli that looked like it had mini chocolate chips on it.

“Seriously, Sugar, I’m stuffed,” she said before he could offer it to her. 

“Just a taste, Angel, the rest can be for me,” he said. 

Izzy nodded, she knew he wouldn’t give up, so she opened her mouth expecting him to offer her the treat.  He shook his head, brought the end to his mouth and licked a huge dollop of the cream onto his tongue. He leaned over and offered her his tongue. Like she would pass this up.  She pulled his head forward and sucked his tongue into her mouth.  They both moaned in unison.  Sweet sugary cream and Eli. There was no better dessert she thought.

He leaned back and started picking the tiny chocolate chips off the treat and placing them all over her chest and tummy.  Izzy had to hold still so they didn’t fall off and get lost in Eli’s couch.

Once he was happy with his chocolate chip placement, he started dipping his finger into the cream and dropping dots over her body.  Down her arms, over the tops of her thighs. When he ran out, he grabbed another cannoli and continued his pastry painting.

When he seemed happy with his finished product, he looked up at her, eyes glinting mischievously. “My turn,” he said and started at her knees. He licked, he sucked, and kissed every spot he had decorated.

The feel of his lips and his tongue had shivers racing down Izzy’s body. She tried to hold as still as she could.  She kept eye contact, she couldn’t look away from him. His eyes would alternate between open and greedy to closed and blissful.

He made his way over her belly, continuing his decadent torture.  Her belly kept retracting at the tickling touches.  He noticed, “My Angel is ticklish, good to know,” and then leaned down to suck at a dollop of cream.

He moved to her arms next.  Covering every inch of her skin with his attention.  He saved her chest for last.  Obviously his favorite.  But as he licked the last spot clean, Izzy thought he was finished.  Then she heard, “Don’t move baby,” and he reached back for another cannoli.

One hand had the treat, the other reached up and hooked a finger into the cup of her bra. She sucked in a breath as he pulled it down until her breast poured out. She heard him gasp, or maybe it was her gasping, she couldn’t tell.  She watched him focus as her breast settle, then he pulled the treat to her ridged nipple and painted the peak white.  He leaned over and sucked her entire nipple and surrounding skin into his mouth.  He pulled hard, his tongue working the underside of her breast.  Izzy arched off the couch, grabbing his head to hold him close.

He suckled and tugged on her hard nub. The sting and tingle shot straight to her clit, making her roll her hips into the cushion.  He pulled off with a loud pop, and swapped to the other breast, quickly pulling down the cup, his movements more frantic, more urgent.  He swiped the cream over the end of her breast and brought his mouth down wide over her.  Pulling a mouthful of breast and sweet cream into his mouth.

“God! Eli, Sugar, that is sooo good,” she said on a breathless gasp.

He worked her breast until it was clean. He leaned up and asked, “Can I taste you Angel?”

She was confused at first, wasn’t that was he was doing. Then the lightbulb flicked on. She was so horny, there was no way on this earth she was going to say no.  She nodded, but he shook his head. 

“Tell me Angel, tell me you want me to eat your sweet pussy once I cover it with cream. Tell me you want me to suck your clit until you come screaming my name,” he ordered.

Izzy realized, he wanted the words.  They were important for him to know, she was totally there with him.

“Yes Sugar, I want you to eat my pussy and make me come, please Eli,” she said breathlessly.

Eli growled, and grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down. Izzy arched so he could pull them off easily.  He leaned back and dipped his finger into the sweetness and brought it to her hard clit that was peeking between her bare lips.  He dragged it over her nub and painted it down her labia.  Then he replaced his finger with his mouth. Izzy gasped and rocked her hips up to meet his hot eager mouth.  He lapped at her, cleaning the cream filling off of her. Then he brought his hands down and pulled her slick lips apart, exposing her aching clit.

He looked up at her, waited for her to meet his eyes, then dove onto that pulsing bud. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard.  Iz cried out, her hands grabbing his head.  Eli leaned over her, using his body weight to keep her pinned to the couch.  He ate at her like he was starved, like he hadn’t just completed a full meal plus dessert.  She sawed his strong thick biceps flex on her thighs as he used his fingers to pull her pussy wider, giving him more area to taste.

“Fuck me sweetness, you taste so good,” he growled into her pussy.  The vibrations tingling across her clit making her whimper.

“Don’t stop, Sugar,” she pleaded.

“No baby, I won’t stop, not until I’ve had all of you.” Then he ran his tongue from her asshole to her clit in one long lick.

“Oh sweet baby ray, I’m gonna come,” she cried.

“That’s right, Angel you show me how hard you can come. I want to taste all you got,” he said and delved back into her wet snatch. He licked and darted his tongue between her folds. He pushed his tongue into her tight hole fucking into her until she writhed against him.

“I need more, Sugar,” she whimpered to him.

“I’ll give you more baby,” and he shoved two firm fingers straight into her. She cried out again, trying to push her hips up, but he held her in place.

“Take it Angel, just feel what I give you,” he said, working his fingers in and out of her.  He felt her insides clench down on his fingers.  He knew she was close when he saw her thighs start to shake.

He pulled his hand back and replaced his two fingers with three, plunging them hard into her straining pussy.  Biting down gently on her clit at the same time, he watched as she screamed and bucked. Her juicy pussy raining down into his mouth.  Eli drank in all that she gave him, it was ambrosia. He lapped and slowed his fingers, easing her down.  Her limbs were twitching and he watched tremor after tremor course down her body.

He gently pulled his fingers out of her with a sucking sound.  He noticed she didn’t even move.  Placing a soft final kiss on her mound, he wrapped his arms back around her waist and rested his head on her belly.

Izzy knew he was waiting on her. She was really trying to get her shit together. But she felt like jello, her muscles were loose and her reflexes non-existent.  She opened her eyes and saw the world’s most beautiful man, resting his head on her belly smiling up at her like he was the angel, not her.

“Sugar,” she said managing to bring her hand up to his cheek.  He turned and kissed her palm.

“Was that good? Cause I could do it again if we need more practice,” he said, almost giddily.