BBW on Fire - Complete (11 page)

She came, screaming, her head thrown back until her voice broke.  She convulsed, her muscles contracted and her pussy clamped down on his fingers so hard she heard him growl, “Fuck me,” as he continued his advances, pushing against the muscles trying to push him out.

It was the longest, hardest orgasm Izzy had ever experienced, alone or with a partner.  It had her mind blanking, her nerves twitching like misfiring wires.  Eli slowed his hand until he was softly petting her again, taking care to avoid her sensitive clit. 

“My girl comes hard,” he said looking into her eyes.

She realized he had never taken his eyes off her as she came.  She wondered if she made horrific faces or worse.

She didn’t have to worry, Eli leaned down and gave her a soft, beautiful kiss on her lips. “You’re stunning baby, simply stunning.”

She couldn’t help herself, she smiled drunkenly up at him.  He had just given her the A+, gold star of orgasms, and she was as limp as a noodle.  She really couldn’t bring herself to get worked up over anything right then.

“I want to do that to you again and again Angel. But not here. I’m sorry, this wasn’t very classy of me. I just couldn’t wait to touch you,” he offered, sounding apologetic.  He started pulling his hand out of her pants, which made Izzy whimper at the loss. 

“I’ll be back baby, trust me,” he said smiling at her.  Then she watched as he brought his hand up to his mouth.  She saw his fingers were glistening with her release, then watched as he brought them to his nose, where he took a deep breath in.  Pulling her scent deep into his lungs, his eyes closing as if he was savoring the bouquet of a fine wine.  When his eyes opened again they met hers and he brought his fingers down to his mouth, sucking them in, licking her juices off as he watched her.

She had never seen a man do that before.  Certainly not with her, she had read about it sure.  Her books could get pretty naughty.  But she never thought guys actually did that.  It was freaking hot!  And so intimate it had her squirming in her seat.

“You taste amazing Angel, so sweet,” he said moaning deep.  He pulled his fingers from his mouth and leaned down towards her. “Ever tasted yourself, baby?” he whispered, his eyes scanning her face.

Izzy shook her head no, it had never occurred to her honestly.  With the shake of her head, the side of his mouth tipped up and he met her lips in a gentle kiss, then his tongue swept into her mouth.  Izzy could taste Eli and herself.  She was sweet and musky and mixed with Eli, the combination was heady.  She whimpered in his mouth, which made him plunge his tongue back into the recesses of her mouth.  Giving her another taste of her cum.

Pulling away from her, he held her head in his hands, “We should head out baby, before we get caught,” he said leaning in to nip at her lips. Like he couldn’t stay away from her, like he needed to keep making contact with her.

Izzy was about to agree when she realized, she hadn’t had her turn, “What about me?” she said.

“What about you baby? You just came hard, I’m happy to give you another, but I’d rather be somewhere a little more comfortable. Somewhere I can appreciate that body of yours,” he said smiling sweetly at her.

“I’d like that too, but what I’m saying is I didn’t get my taste,” she said quietly, her hand creeping to the waistband of his pants.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that, really, I’ll be fine,” he said grabbing her hand to stop her from unbuttoning his jeans.

“Please Eli, it’s my turn,” she whispered. 

“God, you’re perfect,” he whispered back and let go of her hand so it could continue to his pants.

She quickly flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down.  The whole time, Eli kept hold of her face, staring into her eyes.  He seemed to still be debating whether he was going to let her do this.  Looking for any sign of unease or unwillingness.  Instead, Izzy knew he saw her hunger.  The glaze in her eyes knowing she was going to make him feel good, she was going to get to taste him, his essence.

Slowly pulling her head out of his hands, Eli leaned back as Izzy brought her head lower into his lap.  She grabbed the top band of his boxer briefs and pulled down to release the rigid thickness outlined by the cotton. She had to keep pulling to free him entirely. And when she did, his cock bounced back and hit his stomach.  It was long, thick with a perfectly shaped tip. It also had a slight curve, making the tip of his cock touch his stomach, but not the entire length.  Izzy moaned, she knew that perfect arc would hit all her spots just right.  But first, she got to play.

Running her hand up the length of him to cup his satin soft tip, she looked up at him through her lashes and said, “Goody,” then gave HIM a wink.

Eli laughed out loud at the cherub in his lab, “Glad you’re happy baby, but I don’t know how long I’ll last.  I’ve been rock hard since I saw you walk into that bar. And you touching me is like heaven.”

“That’s ok Sugar, I just need a little taste to tide me over,” she said keeping eye contact as she ran the flat of her tongue up the entire length of his shaft.  She watched as he sucked in a deep breath, his ab muscles contracting.

“Careful, Angel,” he whispered.

Izzy grinned up at him and repeated the move, when she reached the end, she swept her tongue through the slit in his cock then sucked the head past her lips.

“Fuck me,” Eli groaned, bringing his hands up to gently cup the sides of her head.  Not forcing her, just cradling her.

Izzy liked the feel of his big warm hands on her cheeks.  They gave her confidence.  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, flicking her tongue on the underside causing him to gasp.  Then she dropped her jaw and pulled him into her mouth, her hand guiding his length down her throat.  Izzy had basically no gag reflex, she considered this one of the rare gifts nature gave her.  The universe must have decided at some point she needed a freebie in the sex department.  So when his hardness bumped the back of her throat she swallowed, knowing this felt awesome for Eli.  The maneuver got her a light head squeeze and she sawed his thigh muscles lock.

“Baby, how are you doing that?” he moaned his head tipping back, then tilted his head down to look her in the eyes.

Instead of answering, what with her mouth full of cock, she stretched her tongue out and gave his balls a lick. This caused a small jet of precum to squirt out of Eli’s dick as his body gave a harsh jerk.

“Fucking hell, Angel,” he said, his grip on her head tightening.  Izzy didn’t want him to come yet, so she pulled back letting his slick meat drag back across her lips.  When she got to the end, she dipped her tongue back into his slit, licking up his salty taste.

“Yummy,” she said, swallowing him back down into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head up and down the length of him. Her hand pumping the base of his shaft as she sucked hard, creating a vacuum that Eli had never experienced before. It was like she was trying to melt their flesh together.  He watched as her eyes opened to gauge his reactions, then close in her own ecstasy, like sucking his cock was the most amazing thing she had ever tasted.  Eli wanted to fill her with his cum, he could envision it dripping out of all of her holes.  She would look glorious.

Eli smoothed her platinum curls back from her face and reveled in the beauty before him.  Even sucking him deep she looked so innocent and fragile.  What she was doing didn’t feel innocent and Eli fucking loved the combination.  An Angel that gave amazing head, she really was his dream come true.  He fought letting his eyes close to savor the sensations.  He didn’t want to miss one second of his hard cock slipping between those luscious red lips.

He watched as she worked him, her head bobbing up and down.  Alternating between sucking him hard, then deep throating him and swallowing.  He felt the tingle in his spine, he knew he was going to come but he needed to warn her.  “Angel, I’m gonna come, you need to let off,” he warned.

Izzy looked up at him her blue eyes blinking, then squinting as she smiled.  She started working his cock hard, sucking and tugging his thick meat.  Eli couldn’t help himself, he brought his hand down on the back of her head and pushed her harder onto his cock.  Izzy didn’t resist, she just swallowed him deeper.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold back,” he gave her another warning, his hips pitching up off the seat.  Izzy responded by forcing him down her throat until her nose was on his abs, as she let out a low moan that shot straight through his cock.  The first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat and Izzy greedily swallowed it down.  Eli poured his essence into her, pumping his hips up into her face.  As he felt the last drops trickle out, Izzy took back up her sucking motion. This time gentle, suckling.  She lapped at his dick, soothing his tender flesh.  Making sure she didn’t miss a drop.  When she reached the end of him, he sucked in a breathed as she flicked her tongue out with a barely there tickle that had him gasping.  Then she placed a chaste kiss right on the end of his dick.  It was the sweetest and fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen.

He couldn’t stand it, he used his hands to pull her up to his mouth and he kissed her hard and deep.  He was trying to find the words for what she had just given him.  How do you tell a beautiful goddess that she just gave you the best fucking blowjob of your life, and possibly the best orgasm of your life.  Eli knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that once he finally got her into his bed, his next orgasm was going to smash this one.

“Baby girl, you are off the fucking charts,” he said into her mouth, “I want nothing more than to continue this, but I’ve got plans for you tonight. “Will you come home with me? Spend the night with me?” he asked, hoping to god she said yes.  He’d be crushed if she wasn’t as in to him as he was her.  Plus his mom would be disappointed.  He’d sent her a text when he saw his Angel walk into the bar.  Told her he met the girl of his dreams.  His mom, knowing her son better than anyone and knew he never, never fell head over heels for anyone, simply said
bring her over
.

He watched as she grew a little tense, then she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.  Then her eyes met his.  Whatever she saw in his eyes, thank goodness, made her worry drop.

She smiled at him and said, “Yes sugar, I’ll come home with you.”

He returned her smile and kissed her quick on her lips, “Alright Angel, let’s get straightened up and I’ll order dinner. I was going to take you out, but you looked like you just had a roll in the hay and I don’t want anyone looking at you when you look so delectable,” he finished as he buttoned up his jeans.

“I promise shawarma next time, yeah?” he asked, and she nodded.

She straightened herself and watched as he swiped his phone on and hit some buttons, put the phone to his ear and she hear him say “Tony, my man, it’s Eli. Yeah I’m good, listen I need an order to go, yeah, uh hold on,” covering the phone he said, “Angel what do you want? It’s Italian. I’m getting fettuccine alfredo, they have the usual Italian stuff,” he finished looking at her.

“Um, stuffed manicotti?” she offered up.  She loved alfredo, but again it was one of those things you don’t order in front of fit people.

She saw Eli’s eyes get scrunchy, then he continued, “Yeah Tony, make it two fettuccine alfredos, one stuffed manicotti and throw in some of those cannolis, yeah the big ones. Make it four, yeah man, see you in fifteen,” he said, then hung up.

“Alright, baby, I need to hit the grocery store, then we’ll stop and grab the food and back to my house, sound like a plan?” he asked as he started up the truck.

“Sure, sounds great,” she offered, but really what was she going to say?

“Buckle up, beautiful,” he said and he threw the truck into gear.

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.