When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2) (9 page)

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When I enter his bedroom; I take a
few seconds to scan the room - it’s huge and inviting.  The off-white and tan
color scheme is very calming – much like Isaac.  I have known him for a week
and I have come to learn that he has a very soothing presence. 

I walk further into the bedroom and
take in everything.  The floors are hardwood and match the rafter type ceiling.
 To the left is a raised sitting area.  A large leather, espresso-colored
recliner-type chair sits in front of a flat screen TV mounted on the wall. 
Behind the chair are a pair of French doors – it looks like they lead to a
balcony or deck.

I purposely avoid looking at the
king size bed as I let my gaze scan the rest of the room.  To the right,
there’s a rustic-looking dark wood door that appears to be hanging against the
wall – it looks like a barn door.  Because I am nosey, I walk over and slide it
open.  Inside is the most indulgent bathroom I have seen in person.    I look
back over my shoulder at Isaac and he is leaning against the door jam.  He
gives me a look as if to say ‘go ahead and look’.  And I do.

His bathroom is on the large size. 
I look around and the tan and off-white color scheme, with the wood trim that
matches the flooring, is in here too.  The vanity consists of a long
rectangular sink nestled into a wooden base with a wooden countertop.  An
enclosed toilet is on the left side, catty-cornered to the vanity.  There is no
bathtub and instead of a traditional shower, there appears to be a walk in
shower on the right.  I see an open entryway that I am assuming leads to the
actual shower area and me being nosey and all, I walk further in.  Only one
word can describe Isaac’s shower – mind-blowing (okay, that’s two words, but
you get my point). 

The shower is a generous size with
walls made of stone and wood.  The showerheads are located on the left and
right walls while the back wall has a built-in shelf with a dark colored bottle
and a bar of soap.  I am tempted to sniff his soap because he always smells so
good, but his voice stops me. 

“You okay in there?”  Isaac yells
out.

I feel my face heat up. 

How long have I been in here?

 “Sorry.  I really like your
shower,” I reply sheepishly as I walk out of the shower/bathroom and back into
the bedroom.  He comes over and wraps me in his arms, planting a kiss on my
forehead.

“No need to be sorry – besides, I
plan to get you very dirty later, so you will get a chance to use it.” 

Um…what?

I quickly look at him.  He flashes
me that dimpled grin and he has a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Is that okay with you?  That I get
you dirty that is?” he asks.

I almost knock him over with the
force of my kiss.  We are a mess of grunts, groans and moans as he walks me
backwards towards that big bed.  When the back of my legs bump the bed, he
catches me before I fall back.  He helps me take off my hoodie, leaving me in a
long-sleeved t-shirt as he continues to kiss me.  His hands travel to my jeans
and he deftly unbuttons them and tries to slide them down my hips.

These jeans are on the snug side,
so I help him out by working them down my hips, I fall back on the bed when
they get stuck around my knees.  Isaac grabs one foot, pulls off my shoe and he
does the same with the other.  He then grabs a jean leg in each hand and pulls
my jeans off.  I scramble up to my knees, grab his t-shirt and pull him towards
me so I can kiss him.  

The kiss starts off slow, but it
builds until he is on his way to kissing me senseless.  I need to tell him what
I want to do before I totally forget and I damn near do when he squeezes my ass
- his long fingers delving between my legs and stroking my pussy through my
panties. 

“Are you still sore,” he asks
ending the kiss.  I shake my head no and he scoops my panties to the side
before slowly finger fucking me.

“Isaac – wait!”  I say a little too
loudly as I shove him away from me.

He looks at me as if I have lost my
mind.

That is entirely possible.

“Olivia,” he growls out slowly. 
“What is it?”  He sounds like he is losing patience with me. 

“I want to ask you
something…something I want to do.”  I reach out and grab his t-shirt again,
slowly pulling him back to me.  I kiss his chin, before nipping it lightly with
my teeth.  I move to kiss his neck – suddenly nervous that he will think me
weird for asking.  I kiss slowly up his neck loving how he tastes and smells.  I
can feel his shudder as I lightly kiss his neck.

“What do you want to ask me Baby
Girl?”  His deep voice rumbles through me, making me want to clamp my legs
together. 

I kiss up to his ear, nibbling on
his earlobe before whispering, “Can I suck your cock?” 

I feel him shudder again before he
goes rigid and then leans back to look at me. 

Too forward? 

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Isaac

I back away from Olivia a bit and
look at her.  She is kneeling on my bed in a snug-fitting black t-shirt and a
pair of black boy short panties – looking like innocence wrapped in sin.  She
is biting her bottom lip and wringing her hands. 

“Did I offend you?” she asks
softly.

“No – not at all; I am just shocked
that you asked.”  I move closer to her, leaning down and nipping her bottom
lip.  “You never have to ask to suck my cock, fuck me, hell anything…you can do
whatever you want to with me – to me.”

“Really?” she asks – instantly
giddy.

“Just no whips and chains,” I say
jokingly before she starts to undress me.  I gnash my teeth when she trails her
fingers up my torso and helps me take off my t-shirt because all I want to do
is throw her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her.  However, I restrain
myself, letting her continue to undress me.  I let my head fall back and look
up at the ceiling, praying for strength when her hands graze my cock as she
unbuttons my jeans.  Once I am completely naked, I settle myself on the bed,
propped up against the headboard as she looks at me. 

I watch her as she kneels down on
the bed next to me.  I stifle a moan when she starts stroking my cock with her
soft hands.  I am still surprised that she actually asked to suck my cock.  I
mean, who does that?

I start to recite the preamble of
the constitution in my head so I don’t blow my load like a horny teen.

“I’ve only ever done this a few
times,” she says softly.

“Done what a few times?”  I ask –
distracted by her hands on my cock.  I let out a low groan when she runs her
thumb over the sensitive tip.

“A blowjob, er sucking cock, oral
sex...or whatever the act is called.”

I grunt because that is the only
response I have right now.  I really don’t care what she calls it; I just want
her to do it.

“Well, I have only done it few
times so I am not sure if I am any good at it.  I do watch porn though, but I
don’t watch many blowjob porn videos,” she comments as she slowly starts to
jack my shit and a shiver runs up my spine when she uses her other hand to cup
my balls.

“I am sure you will do fine.”  I
try to keep my voice even and steady but goddamn - her hands feels like heaven
on my cock. 

“So, you’ll have to tell me if I am
doing something wrong - okay?”  She bites her bottom lip looking like some
innocent virgin.  “I want it to be good for you.” 

I nod my head – hopefully, not too
eagerly.  She situates herself, sweeps her hair behind her ears and lowers her
head.  I let out a loud sigh when her mouth engulfs my cock.  There are no
words….just aagghhh….her mouth is so wet and warm.  It takes everything in me
to still my hips and not pump up into her mouth.  Long, wet pulls have me
whispering her name as she slowly and damn near reverently sucks my cock.  When
she swirls her tongue around the head before engulfing most of it, I think I
bite my tongue, because I swear I taste blood. 

She gets a little too eager a bit
later and I feel teeth on my cock – and not in a good way. 

“Watch your teeth,” I say as I use
both hands to gather up her braids and hold them at the top of her head - so I
can see what she’s doing and to guide her movements if I need to.  When she
nips the head of my cock with her teeth again, my hands are still in her hair
and I gently pull her head up. 

“No more teeth Baby Girl.” 

She nods at me wide-eyed, looking
scared.

“I’m sorry.”

I give her a smile to let her know
that I am not upset. 

“You like ice cream?”  I ask.  She
looks at me with a puzzled expression before slowly nodding her head.

“You like chocolate ice cream?”

I can see a look of understanding
enter her eyes as she gives me a hint of a smile before nodding her head again.

“Well, lick my cock like you would
if you had a chocolate ice cream cone in your hand and it was melting.”

Her hint of a smile morphs into a
sexy smile before she lowers her head and gives my cock a long lick - from base
to tip.  Turns out Baby Girl is an excellent licker of chocolate ice cream
cones because a few minutes later I am about to cum. 

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Olivia

I wake up to a big hand rubbing up
and down my back.  It feels warm through my t-shirt.  I smile to myself
remembering that I am at Isaac’s house and in his bed.

“You awake Olivia?” he asks softly
as he continues to rub my back, slowly waking me up.  I open my eyes, turn my
head and see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed again.

“Hey,” I say.  My voice sounds
scratchy to my own ears.  He gives me that dimpled smile and once again, it
makes me feel as if I have just gone down a steep hill on a bicycle with no
brakes.

I slowly sit up and he hands me my
jeans.  I take a moment or two to put them on before I trek to his bathroom to
freshen up.  My reflection in the mirror surprises me.  Even though I have just
awakened, I look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 

This must be what good sex does for
a person.

After I am satisfied with my
appearance (I leave my hoodie on his bed), we finally emerge from his bedroom
and trek down the hall. 

We descend the stairs, but I pause
when I hear people talking.  Isaac whispers to me.

“They are going to love you Olivia.
 Trust me.”  He places a kiss to the side of my head and urges me forward.

As we continue our descent, I am
finding it hard to believe that I have known Isaac for only a week.  If feels
as if I have known him for years.  I am usually super shy and ultra-awkward
around guys I like, but with Isaac, none of that is happening.  Being with him
is like slipping into my favorite sweatshirt.

When we reach the first floor, he
takes my hand and leads me back to the large kitchen.  My eyes seek out my dog
first.  I see Chewy asleep in what looks like a wicker laundry basket with a
blanket in it.  Satisfied that Chewy is content, I take in the scene before
me.  A couple is sitting at the end of the big table; the woman has a cute
pixie haircut and she is straddling the man in the chair.  I can’t see their
faces, but I see his big, dark hands resting on her ass, kneading ever so
slightly as she talks to him softly.  Every so often, she takes a sip from a
wine glass. 

At the other end of the table, a
cute white guy (the same one I saw at the gym on Monday with Isaac) is standing
behind a woman with wild corkscrew curls.  I watch as his hands roam up and
down her sides as she cuts up what looks like celery.  She lets out a loud
giggle when he whispers something in her ear. 

I see Isaac’s twin, Judah talking
to a woman with a platinum blond natural; they are both at the stove and seem
to bantering back and forth. 

Isaac squeezes my hand and pulls me
back into his body; my back to his chest and he wraps his arms around me.  He
clears his throat before speaking.

“Hey everybody, I want you to meet
Olivia Simone.  I’m pretty sure she will become a regular fixture among us,” he
says and instantly, six pairs of eyes are staring at us.  I feel my face heat
up with embarrassment.  Isaac plants a soft kiss to the back of my head and
begins introducing me to everyone.  We move over to the girl with the wild
corkscrew curls and the cute white guy.

“This here is my baby sister, Zoe
and her husband Charlie.”

Charlie gives me a friendly hello
with a wink that makes me blush.  Zoe pulls me from Isaac, giving me a hug,
which throws me for a loop.  I awkwardly hug her back.  

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she
says, flashing me a smile and I can instantly see the resemblance between her
and her siblings; they share the same dimpled smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I
respond almost shyly.

Isaac then leads me to the other
end of the table and introduces me again.

“This here is the hellion of our
group, Ivy,” he says and she flips him off.  He chuckles before continuing. 
“And her husband Wood.” 

I feel my eyes go wide because Wood
looks like that hot British actor who plays the sentry in the Thor movies. 

“Hi Olivia,” he says and oh my damn,
he has a British accent.

Holy shit!

“I know – that accent is sexy as
fuck, isn’t it,” Ivy whispers to me before engulfing me in a hug.  

“I’m so sorry, that was extremely
rude of me,” I apologize, realizing that I actually said that out loud.  

She releases me from the hug and
waves me off, “Oh please, no need to be sorry.  He knows what that accent does
to women.”  She then looks at Isaac.  “I already like her - her filter seems to
be on the fritz just like mine.”  She laughs a deep throaty laugh as she
settles back on her husband’s lap. 

Wood gives me a good-natured wink
and Isaac playfully scolds him, “Watch it,” before ushering me away from the
couple.