by Ky Crossfire
— I don't want to talk about it now. Tomorrow I'm going to the city to look for work.
— Don't think about it now. You know that we are here for you.
He kissed the top of my head and smiled.
— Thanks Dad.
When he left, he closed the door. I stayed there, surrounded by the memories that this place brought me, trying futilely not to think about how Nicolas would react when he realized that I was no longer there with him.
After some time there, I took a shower and decided to call Bia to tell her everything. I used my mother's cell phone to make the call via Whatsapp.
— Hey bitch! Rico already told me what happened.
— I'm going to have to sew this man's mouth — I complain.
She laughs.
— Don't do this, please. That would be a waste.
Argh ... I put my finger in my throat and make a vomiting sound.
— Ah, spare me of this bullshit, Beatriz. You are talking about my brother.
— He didn't tell me much, only that you were going back to the farm. I wasn't sure why.
The conversation lasted more than hours. I told her everything, from the costume party to the beach fight and that it was Nicolas who had given me the cupcake choker.
— And you just left the guy there? — She yells into the phone. — Do you have shit in that head, Isabel? My desire is to take a plane and go there just to slap your face!
— What should I do? Just start living at his wife's house? What if that demon appears? Her sister is always there.
— Ah, Isabel ... I don't even know what to say.
While I talk to her, I empty my purse, separating rubbish and paper. I find the scout card.
— And me neither. I'm not ready to handle Nicolas's luggage. A wife. A son. The slut sister-in-law. It's too much for me. Look, I'll call you later, I have to do something.
— Whatt?
— I'll tell you later. Kisses, bitch!
— You bitch, try to put any sense in your head.
I lie down on the bed and spin the card between my fingers, wondering if I would call or not.
Nicolas Reis
I wake up when Rico splashes water on my face.
— Get up. I didn't even hit you that hard.
I run my hand over my face, and when I touch my chin, I feel the pain.
— What's that story about you fucking my sister?
Rico walks on the room. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed.
— So many women in Rio de Janeiro and you had to want Isabel? Really?
— Do you know where she went? — I stand up and face him. — I need to talk to her.
— The fuck you need to talk to her! Now put on some pants before I change my mind and kick your ass again!
— Rico, — I grab a pair of jeans and dress it — I really need to talk to her.
- I'm going to take you down again, man — he threatens me with a closed fist.
— You can beat until you get tired, and doesn’t matter if you help me or not. I’m going after her.
He lowers his already clenched fist.
— You became a pussy. — He shakes his head in disbelief. — I didn't think I'd be alive to see that.
— Tell me where she went. I already called Beatriz, I already called the farm ...
He arches his failed eyebrow.
— Did you call Bia? — Your tone is jealous now.
— Just to find out about Isa. Pay attention, Rico, I don't want your girl. I fucking want Isa! Is that so hard to you to understand?
He crosses his arms in front of his body and, still grouchy, finally tells me.
— She's at the farm.
I look at the floor and find my shoes.
— Where are you going?
I pick up any shirt and wear it in a hurry.
— I'm going after her.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
A week after calling Lucas and after making him swear that he wouldn't say anything to Nicolas, I was meeting him for the second time, wearing the new clothes he had brought me to the photoshoot.
It was more than uncomfortable to be half naked for the photos. I kept the silk robe tightly closed. My mother seemed excited; she had always been more extravagant than me.
— Ah, my daughter is a model... — She pulls my hair and pinches my cheeks.
— Mon, strop it. — I scold her in a low voice and clear my throat when Lucas stops talking to the photographer and comes towards me. — It's just a few photos, don't freak out.
— The light is great — he exclaims, almost euphorically. — I just lo-ve outdoor photoshoots.
I take a deep breath.
— You are sure that Nicolas don't know anything, right?
— Izzy, my beautiful flower, Nicolas is not my only client. I have a portfolio with several agencies. I don't need to give him a note of everything I do.
— Why can't Nicolas know? — My mom asks. Is like she feels that’s something off.
— Ah... nothing, I’ll ... — I say, pretending not to give too much importance about it and lie — I'll tell you some other time.
— Can we start? — The photographer raises his thumb.
I take off my robe and hand it to my mother. They move away so the session begins.
I mess with my hair and stop in the first pose, looking straight into the lens. The hand that was in the loose hair goes straight to the front of the mouth, as if I asked for silence.
— Yes. It's getting good — the photographer praises.
— Are you sure it's like this? — I ask the photographer who is adjusting the camera while Lucas, the scout, fan himself to chase away mosquitoes.
— Yes, Izzy — he encourages me. — Now do me a sexy face.
Just in lingerie, I look at the camera, get serious and tilt my chin up slightly.
— Isabel, leave and put some clothes on! Are you crazy, huh?
My dad takes off his sweaty shirt and covers me.
— Mom! — I scream. — Can you please take dad away?
— Hinny, don't you see our daughter is almost naked here? — He glares at my mom.
She pulls him by the arm. Who knew that a woman of that size would be able to tame my father's fury.
— Don't be stupid, Henrique! – she yells at him. And when she calls him that, it is that the things are about to get ugly. — Our daughter is an adult. Besides, there is nothing wrong or even vulgar in the photos they are taking.
— You want to give me a heart attack, woman? — he appeals. — I blame you for half of my white hair.
— Henrique Brandão. — My mother's tone is dangerously low. — Why don't we finish talking inside? — She whispers something in his ear.
— I'll go. But let me be clear, if any of you be disrespectful to my daughter I will cut something very import off.
I roll my eyes.
— Okay, dad. Enough... They got it.
After almost an hour of taking pictures, I put on the robe again and, with their help, we chose the best photos.
I passed the next days working and working a little but more. I went back to making sweets to sell. I woke up early and my grandma did me company.
— How's that tummy? — She touches my belly.
— Soft and empty — I mumble. — You have to get it out of your head! - I hit my belly. — This is just proof that there are women who were not born for sit-ups. I am one of them.
It was hard to walk through town with a cooler attached to my shoulder. Even more without Little Carol. I had to ask Rico to bring me her back. I wouldn't set foot in Rio de Janeiro anytime soon.
I hadn't seen Nicolas in a month and he finally stopped calling. However, not seeing him and not thinking about him were completely different things.
I went to my room after the shower. With wet hair and a loose dress, I threw myself on the bed, the bedside book was "Ask me what you want". Like “Fifty shades of grey”, this one I had already memorized, but perfect books like that deser
ve to be read endlessly.
Two light knocks on the door and my mother enters the room.
— Nick is in the living room with a red rose. — My mom sits next to me on the bed, and I stop reading.
— Tell him to stick the rose into his ass! — I curse and lift the book.
She snatches the book out of my hand and stands.
— Get up off that bed and stop doing it. He's all perfumed in the living room listening to your father's litanies. Do you know when were the last time your dad put a perfume and a suit on?
I let go an angry snort and I look at her.
— Only on the wedding day. You've told me this story a million times.
— You lose your temper very easily — she complains — that terrible genius you can only have taken from your father.
— I don’t lose my temper — I reply. — How am I going to lose something I never had?
— Get up, Isabel. I didn't create it to be rude - she orders. — Whatever happened between you two, go over there and face it.
— I'm not feeling well — I say in a choked voice. Just thinking about meeting Nicolas again, my heart starts beating wildly. — Not today. I promise I'll explain everything later. Please get him out of here.
My mother shakes her head and says nothing. She gets up and leaves.
Alone and with pain in me chest, I stifle a scream. Why was Nicolas insisting on something that had no future? Everything in me said that none of this would work, not with our geniuses or our luggage.
— You know that after the shower and with that dress, you even look cute — he repeated the sentence that made me angry at him on our first date.
Of course. He wanted to provoke me.
And the son of a bitch was succeeding.
The Big Bad Wolf had jumped in of my bedroom window. That wouldn't be the first time ...
His hair fell out wavy and wild. Nicolas wore a dark blue blazer that he wore over his white shirt. He was absurdly sexy. My sex throbbed, and my body warmed with memories of what the Big Bad Wolf was capable of doing.
I looked at the red rose wrapped in brown paper and looked back at him.
— What you want? — I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
He tosses the rose on the bed and his lips curve in a sexy smile.
— You know what I want. — He takes two steps closer and stops at the edge of the bed. — And I came here to get it.
Chapter 23
Isa Oliveira Brandão
There was nowhere to escape. Even if there was, I wouldn't.
— Nicolas — I speak in a low voice.
He leans on the bed and comes up on my body, mesmerizing me, his eyes on mine, until I am trapped under his huge body.
— Now you won't say anything else — he growls with his lips almost glued to mine. — You'll just moan.
Shit ... The son of a bitch knew how to be sexy. He used and abused it.
I feel the weight of his body on mine. And the air, I just can’t find it. The room had suddenly become unbearably hot. He inhales close to my mouth and captures my bottom lip with a bite, he sucked it in the same way he did when my nipple was in his mouth.
And how about our panties, pal? I don't know about yours, but mine was soaked.
I’m so horny that me breast are painful. That's because he just sucked my lip. He releases my mouth when a moan escapes me.
— Did you miss me, Babe? — Hearing his deep, hoarse voice makes my body shiver again.
— No — I lie to provoke him.
He shakes his head and smiles, as if he already knew that I would answer that, then leans on only one arm and runs his hand over the lip he just sucked.
— I missed that mouth. Mostly, the way it sucked my cock.
He rubs his erection against my body and my sex throbs. Nicolas rubs his thumb on my upper lip.
— Remember the taste of my cock and how you love to suck it?
Do I remember? Fuck, I dreamed about it every night. Of course, Nicolas didn't need to know that, or his kilometric ego would reach the moon.
— Actually, I didn't – I lie again. — I've been very busy these days.
His lips curl in a half smile and the hand that teases my mouth goes down my neck.
— Really? — He asks without taking the stupid smile off his face. — It means that my presence here did not affect you at all.
I remain silent trying to control my breathing. Nicolas takes down his hand a little more and stops at my right breast.
— I won’t lie. — He nibbles my breast very close to the nipple and looks back at me. — I had some pretty dirty dreams about those boobs.
Nicolas pulls the straps of the dress and bra down.
Dirty dreams? Tell me more about it, Big Bad Wolf ...
— And none of the whores you know satisfied you?
The perverted smile widens on his face, and he moistens his lip at the sight of my hardened nipples.
— They were there for me. — He slides his fingers over my breasts. — But I didn't want them.
He lowers his mouth and, with his hand around my breast, he sucks it. That fells so good.
I twist my body under him, and my hands go straight to his hair. The perfume that comes from it’s amazing.
Nicolas' tongue stirs me a little more. The lips suck up to the tip and the kiss reflects on my clitoris, which blinks with pleasure. He holds my breast in his hand. His grip is firm.
I take a deep breath, wanting to absorb all the aroma that comes from it.
— And who did you want? — I whisper.
He changes the arm on which he is resting and now looks at my left breast. His thumb grazes my nipple, and he approaches his mouth.
I don't move.
Nicolas licks me before sucking and making my body vibrate again.
— Ah... — I groan even without wanting to do so. He interrupts his job on my boobs and smiles.
— The woman I want smells like chocolate. — He squeezes my breast, and his huge hand moves down my silhouette. — She has the softest body.
His hand goes down to my hip. He pulls the hem of the dress up and returns to caress my skin. His long, thick fingers squeeze my thigh.
Just hearing him say that, my body is already on fire.
— The woman I want — he continues to exploit me, squeezing my body — is very horny.
His hand goes over my panties and over there.
— Very horny — he says, covering my sex with his hand. — She gets wet when I get too close.
Ah, Nicolas, you son of a bitch. You're fucking with my neurons. But I have neither the strength or the energy to curse you... not right now.
— And she has a big fat ass — he whispers in my ear and nibbles on my earlobe as his hand goes straight to my ass, squeezing harder.
I moan again and bite my lip, trying to control my arousal.
— She only has one defect — he speaks with his mouth a few inches away from mine and presses his cock a little more against my body.
I don't want to blink. I don’t want to miss any of his movements.
— Which is? — I say quietly.
His wanton smile disarms me.
— The woman I want ... — He sticks his hand inside my panties. His fingers rub my wet flesh, and he slides his hand in firm, heavy movements, poking my clitoris, playing with my cunt. The blue of his eyes becomes a little darker, and the indecent glow sparkles from him. — Groans loudly… — he sticks a finger inside of me and the other keeps turning around my clitoris — When I start to fuck her
Fucking bastard.
Nicolas smiles and sticks another finger inside of me.
— Fuck you, Nicolas — I curse in a whisper. — Are you out of your mind?
— At least one part of your body I know missed me. — His fingers make an entry and exit movement that almost makes me climb the walls. – It missed me so badly that it’s crying.
— Fuc... - I try to curse, but the movement of his hand bec
omes more intense and my cursing ends in a slow moan. — Ahh ...
— Yeah, Babe. I like it very wet. — Nicolas kisses me before I can open my mouth to protest.
The creamy cum flows from me when he kisses me willingly. I ruffle his hair and feel the soft strands between my fingers.
— You know what's coming now — he announces with a lustful look when he takes his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth. — Hmm...
He stands up, and his hands rip my panties off in seconds. Wild and naughty, as only he knows how to be. Nicolas opens up my thighs and then his mouth devours my sex mercilessly, sucking everything, making me go to the moon and back. As his mouth go deeper in me, his hands grab and squeeze my breasts.
And I?
I hope Nicolas can’t hear my thoughts, ‘cause he was right! I don't know how to moan low. I want to scream at the top of my lungs: Fuck me! So I restrain my groans, keeping my teeth in my forearm.
The second orgasm hits me harder, more intense than the first, my God. I need it all inside me.
Nicolas sucks everything, and I barely breathe.
He gets up on the bed, and my eyes go straight to the volume in his pants. All the power and magnitude of his cock stuck inside the jeans. My mouth is wide open for his big cock, marked on the pants.
My sex throbbed again. I urgently needed to feel it all of this inside me. Nicolas opens the only button on his blazer and throws the first piece on the floor, raises the hem of his white shirt, leaving a part of his six pack exposed.
He is really sexy and he knows it!
He smiles and pulls me by the wrist so that I'm on my knees on the mattress. Nicolas guides my hands through his body, and I take the opportunity to caress the contour of the muscles in his abdomen. He grabs me by the hair and growls in my ear as he rubs his beard on my neck.
— This time, you'll have to make an effort and moan softly. — He bites the back of my neck, and his free hand palms my ass under the dress. — Even suffocated when I have my dick stuck in that greedy little cunt.
My hand goes down to his erection, and he smiles.
— Yes. — This time, he groans with me when my hand involves the outline of his cock. - I'll fuck you so hard... — he promises in a voice hoarse with desire.