by Holly Jaymes
Then he lifted me up. His massive muscular arms were wrapped tightly around me. He threw me over his shoulder. Isaac was carrying me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It still felt like a dream to me.
He carried me to the couch in his living room and threw me on it. I fell onto my back, with my legs spread apart. He stood over me, taking his cock in his hand and stroking himself.
“This is what I wanted from the moment you entered my class,” he growled. Isaac’s blue eyes were stormy and dark as he stroked himself vigorously. His cock grew in his hand, throbbing and hard. I gulped, imagining it sliding inside me. I wriggled, stretching my legs invitingly for him.
“Me too,” I admitted because it was the truth.
When I entered his class yesterday, and saw him at the front, delivering his lecture, it struck me like a slap across my face. I’d never stopped wanting Isaac. No other man was ever going to be good enough because I had once been in love with him.
He stood over me, preparing himself before he finally kneeled down in front of me. His face was at level with my pussy. He’d wedged himself between my thighs.
“I should have just ripped off your clothes there, in my classroom. I should have taken you right then,” he continued, grabbing the insides of my thighs. I could feel the rising swell of my pussy. I reached for my clit, rubbing it now while he watched me.
“I want you inside me. I want your cock,” I murmured, too shy to say the words.
He smiled at me, and he was so handsome. He was the perfect man.
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he said.
Grabbing my legs, he stretched them up over me. I hadn’t realized I was this nimble. He was positioning me just the way he wanted me, with my legs, stretched upwards and resting against his chest. He pushed them further towards my breasts so that my pussy was spreading and exposed to him.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, Margo,” he groaned. His darkened blue eyes peered into my soul, while he kept me tightly in position. He was directing his cock towards me, and my breasts heaved with impatience. I was gripping the couch, trying to gain any support for that moment.
That moment when his cock rubbed against my swollen folds and then started slowly parting them aside. He was entering me, with force and confidence.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.” I heard him grunt while he pushed. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper into me, filling me up to the brim.
“You like my big cock in you?” he asked, fixing his eyes on me. I nodded. I did. I liked it very much. I had wanted this since I was a nerdy teenager in college. Isaac Parnell’s big cock inside me.
He started moving, rolling his cock around first and then pulling himself out, only to push it back in me again. I groaned and threw my head back, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of his cock roughly entering and sliding out of me. Nothing had felt this good before. Sex with no other man could ever match this because I’d wanted him for so long. Being with Isacc wasn’t just a fantasy for me anymore.
Isaac held on to my legs, pushing against me with quick muscular thrusts. I could see his face darkening. We were both on the edge of our orgasms.
“Come for me, Margo,” he commanded, and I couldn’t control it any longer. The pressure had built up. It was all coming undone. I released with force. My juices dribbled out of my pussy while he kept thrusting in and out of me.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling now, while he continued to pound me. I moaned and said his name, while he came too. I could feel his cum shoot inside me, and fill me up with his juicy seed. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was empty of every last drop of his cum.
I was exhausted. My body was shaking from the after effects of my orgasm. When Isaac finally started pulling his cock out of me, I felt an emptiness inside me. The moment was over. My big fantasy of a one night stand with the man of my dreams had come to an end. Where would we go from here?
I couldn’t help but panic, thinking that this was all a mistake. I’d slept with another man I was supposed to maintain a professional relationship with.
Chapter 7
Isaac
Unlike most of the other women I was in the habit of sleeping with, Margo Clarke didn’t seem satisfied after we had sex. She’d orgasmed, that much I was sure of. I could feel the stickiness of her juices on my still-throbbing cock. Nonetheless, she looked like someone who immediately regretted having sex with me.
I pulled myself out of her and straightened up, while she curled herself on my couch. It seemed like she was suddenly ashamed of her nakedness, even though I’d just been inside her. The tops of her cheeks were red, and her green eyes were large and filled with guilt.
I reached for my jeans and started sliding them up my legs, after which, I picked up her discarded clothes and handed them to her one by one.
Neither of us spoke to each other for a while. There was a subtle tension in the air.
“I’m going to finish cooking the chicken. We need some food in our systems now,” I said light-heartedly and returned to the kitchen area.
Margo was busy dressing. I had my back turned to her while I started cooking again. Then I heard her voice.
“I’m leaving,” she said bluntly.
I turned to her with my brows crossed.
“Why? I thought you were going to stay for dinner,” I said and crossed my arms over my chest. Yes, I was in the habit of fucking women, but I wasn’t in the practice of inviting them to stay for a home-cooked meal. Cooking a meal was something special that I wanted to do for her. It was out-of-character for me. I surprised myself with my behavior. I didn't just want to have sex with her. I wanted to get to know her.
“No, I can’t stay. I have to go,” she replied, brushing her long tousled red hair with her fingers.
“You’ll have to explain this to me. What exactly changed in the last twenty minutes?” I asked.
I knew something had changed. I could sense it from the blank look in her eyes. I thought the sex was amazing. I’d be ready to go for round two in about twenty minutes again!
“It’s complicated, Isaac,” she said and went in search of her bag. I watched her move around the living room, her delicious ass in those white pants. I could still taste the texture of her nipples in my mouth. She was gorgeous, and surprisingly, I wanted her to stay.
“Well, then I guess you’ll have to explain the complication to me since I’m involved in this too. Why exactly can’t you have dinner with me?”
She picked up her bag and turned to face me with firm eyes.
“I was supposed to act professionally, and instead, I just had sex with you,” she replied. I smirked. I didn’t take Margo as the kind of woman who regretted her decisions. She seemed too confident and smart for that.
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” I told her with a grin on my face, but that didn’t seem to appease her. Instead, Margo jerked her face away from me in rage. I stepped towards her, hoping I could change her mind. I felt an intense need to get to know this woman standing in front of me.
“Look, Margo, I’m not sure why you’re upset, but it’s just a simple dinner. I’m not proposing that you spend the night,” I tried to be calm and supportive as I spoke.
When she looked at me again, it seemed like her eyes were on fire.
“I can’t because I feel like this is becoming a habit of mine, and it’s ruining my life and my career,” she said.
I stared at her with my brows crossed.
“A habit?” I asked.
“You’re not the first man I slept with, who I was supposed to simply interview. I’ve been away from Boston for two years. I was a political correspondent for my newspaper in South Africa,” she explained. Her voice was shaky. I could sense that she was becoming emotional.
“Okay, I’m impressed.”
“You shouldn’t be. I slept with a politician. The guy who is predicted to become their next Prime Minister. I was supposed to write a story about him, and instead, I got into bed with h
im.” Margo was speaking through gritted teeth. I could see that she was angry with herself and the rest of the world.
I cleared my throat. Consoling someone wasn’t my strong suit. I wasn’t good with emotions, but I wanted to help.
“Okay, so you made a mistake. I’m not on the same boat as this guy you’re talking about,” I told her.
She glared at me like I’d suggested something outrageous.
“I lost my job over it, Isaac! The whole country found out. I had no choice but to return to America with my tail between my legs. Now my Editor has demoted me. The paper wants me gone. They’ve assigned me stupid useless stories to cover because I’m an embarrassment to them. Do you see what I’m talking about?”
Margo was hissing the words. There was an angry vein in the middle of her forehead. She clenched her fists, and she looked ready to punch something.
I clenched my jaws and nodded.
“Yes, I see it’s had disastrous consequences on your life. I’m sorry, but all I’m suggesting is a dinner,” I replied.
At that moment, I realized that she was carrying baggage. She was carrying a lot of baggage, enough to make me bolt. I didn’t do complications. I preferred simple relationships with zero commitment. Fuck and leave. Those were the kind of arrangements that made me comfortable. Margo was a handful, but I still wanted her to have dinner with me. I was confused by my thoughts.
“I can’t do this, Isaac. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come to your house. I can’t believe this is happening to me again,” she said as she whipped away from me.
I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans and watched her stride quickly to my front door. I didn’t want her to go, but at the same time, I didn’t want the complications either. I had too much shit going on in my own life to sort out. I wasn’t ready for this. She was a great fuck, but what next?
Margo stopped at the door and turned to me again.
“It was nice seeing you again, Isaac. I’m glad this time I managed to have a conversation with you,” she said. She was forcing a smile on her face. It was a weak smile.
I grinned and nodded.
“I’m glad you interviewed me, and I regret not getting to know you in college when I had the chance,” I replied.
It was a formal and polite parting. Margo and I smiled at each other and then she left.
The chicken continued to sizzle in the frying pan, and now it was thoroughly overcooked.
“Shit!” I growled and tried to salvage the dinner.
I wasn’t even in the mood for chicken anymore. Instead, I sat at my table alone and ate instant noodles out of a plastic cup.
I couldn’t get Margo out of my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her story, or that face I remembered at that party in college. She looked different now. She seemed to be a completely changed person.
I had a desire to get to know her. I wanted to find out what made her tick. For starters, I wanted to fuck her some more. Once wasn’t going to be enough for me. Also, I couldn't stop thinking about how I felt having her tonight. It was different. I had such intense feelings when I fucked her. I felt like she looked into my soul. No other woman has ever made me feel that way.
My phone started ringing, and for a moment I thought it was Margo calling. Instead, it was Clarissa.
“Can I come over?” she asked, in a sweet, sultry voice. I’d forgotten all about her and the problems she’d created in my life. Margo had distracted me from everything.
“Sorry, you can’t. I’m busy,” I replied firmly.
“I thought we were going to talk about us! You said you were going to make time for me!” She was pissed off again, and I couldn’t blame her.
Whatever inkling I had, to try and work something out with Clarissa was all gone. Now, it was only Margo who occupied my mind.
“I know I did, but I’ve given it some thought, and I’m sorry, it’s not going to work between us,” I said to her.
I knew I could be digging my own grave. Clarissa had the power and the inclination to blow this up in my face completely, but I was willing to take a chance. Now that I’d met Margo, I couldn’t make myself pretend that any other woman would be able to take her place.
Chapter 8
Margo
I had an interview with Trudy Hoffman the next day at Harvard. She was a professor of Economics. I had spoken to her over the phone to set up the meeting.
It was strange walking into the college again, knowing that Isaac could be here too. I was ashamed of my nervous breakdown the previous evening at his house. I was also ashamed of myself because I’d slept with someone I was supposed to maintain a professional distance from. Teenage fantasies were supposed to be a thing of the past. I thought I’d stopped thinking about Isaac a long time ago. He was supposed to be a feature of my embarrassing youth.
Even when Lionel gave me a list of names of people I was supposed to interview, my initial shock of seeing Isaac’s name on the list had passed quickly. I assumed I’d be able to breeze through the interview without any fumbles. While the interview itself had gone without incident, it was a mistake to take up his offer and follow him to his house.
I should have known better. I should have known that he hadn’t changed. He was still the arrogant, womanizing, know-it-all I was stupidly in love with in college. Yet, I’d fallen for it all over again.
I was afraid of Lionel finding out about this. I was also scared that the journalistic community would get a hold of this scoop. Once, was bad enough but I would never be forgiven for doing this twice. I would be branded as the unprofessional journalist who used to be a political correspondent, but was now not even good enough to cover a simple soft piece on Harvard!
I met Trudy at one of the cafeterias on campus. After sleeping with Isaac the previous night, I was on a mission to prove to myself that I was still capable of professionalism.
The interview was going smoothly. I was reserved and firm. Trudy answered all my questions quickly. Within fifteen minutes, I thought I had made significant progress.
That was until I heard Isaac’s voice behind me.
“Ah, Trudy! I see Ms. Clarke’s cornered you too.”
I nearly jumped out of my chair. Harvard was a huge campus. How had he located me? I was hoping that I’d never see him again so that I wouldn’t have to relive my utter shame from the previous night.
Trudy laughed and she half-stood up from her chair to exchange a quick hug with Isaac.
He was holding a paper cup of coffee in his hand. As usual, his thick dark hair was ruffled as if he had just woken up. He looked professional and sexy. He was in a similar flannel shirt as the previous night, and I had a flash of an image of his six-pack abs.
Isaac turned to me next, with his blue eyes glittering.
“Hello, Margo.” He said my name like he knew something. He did know something. He knew what I looked like naked, and he also knew a secret about me that put me to shame. I regretted my decision to tell him everything.
“Hello, Isaac,” I replied as I made notes in my notebook for no reason.
“I was hoping to steal you away for a few moments if that’s all right with Trudy of course.” Isaac was being his usual charming self, flashing his perfectly handsome smile at Trudy who smiled back happily at him.
“Of course, I have some time to spare,” Trudy told us, but I shook my head.
“We’re in the middle of an interview,” I protested.
“I can see that, and I don’t want to trouble you, but there are some details I would like to discuss about our interview yesterday. I’m sure Trudy understands.” Isaac was speaking more to Trudy, than to me. The woman was blushing now under his steady gaze.
“Maybe we should talk later,” I said, but Isaac was already walking away, expecting me to follow him.
“Don’t worry about it, I was going to have to make some calls anyway,” Trudy waved a hand in the air. I had no choice but to get up.
I followed Isaac out of the busy cafete
ria. He kept walking, leading me to the corner of a little park outside the building. We came to a stop under a tree, and I realized that I was hellishly nervous.
“What is this, Isaac?” I snapped before he could say anything.
“What is this? It’s the only choice you’ve given me of seeing you again,” he replied and took a sip of his coffee.
“I thought we decided last night, that this can’t continue. It was a one-time thing. You’re aware of my circumstances,” I was hissing.
Isaac tilted his head to one side as his eyes roamed over me. I could sense him picturing me naked, on his couch, with his cock inside me and it made my stomach clench with desire.
“No, you decided that. I decided that we should keep seeing each other at least until we get bored. I’m not bored yet, are you?”
Isaac was grinning. It seemed like it was a joke to him! How did he not realize how serious I was?
I stepped closer to him, threateningly.
“It’s a question of my career and my life. I thought you would understand, but I can see that you don’t,” I hissed.
Isaac took another lazy sip of his coffee.
“Let me take you out to dinner tonight. I promise I won’t cook. We don’t even have to have sex.” He was speaking self confidently like he was so sure that I wouldn’t be able to resist him.
Twelve years ago, I would have been in a puddle on the ground now, begging him to take me. Now, everything had changed. I wasn’t the same naive girl anymore.
“Look, Isaac, last night was fun. I’ll admit it. I was always curious what sleeping with you would be like,” I retorted.
“And what was it like?” he continued, still smirking. I ignored that question.
“Unfortunately for you, Isaac, you don’t always get what you want. I hope you understand that.”
He had a surprised, yet amused expression on his face.
“Is that what you think our lives should be? Just a bunch of souls floating around and wishing they got what they wanted?”