Indulging in Irene

by D. L. Raver

  My legs moved without hesitation. I knew what he had in mind, and I couldn’t wait.

  “God, I love the way you smell. And oh, the way you taste…” He pulled his head back and raked his lustful gaze over me.

  Fuck, I wanted him. Wanted him to put his head between my legs, use his lips, and tongue on my aching clit.

  I closed my eyes and waited for him to begin. His lips kissed my waist and worked his way down my stomach. At my bellybutton, his tongue dipped inside, gently licking. When he nipped my hipbone, I let out a yelp and squirmed.

  “Remember, don’t let go. Oh, and no more sounds. We don’t want our guests to hear us, do we? If you make one sound, even a moan, I’ll stop and leave you wanting. Do you understand, Irelyn?” He took another nibble on my hip again, and I bit my lip, and then nodded, not wanting him to stop.

  “Good.” Zolt continued his explorations to my thighs, licking, kissing, and sucking his way to where I needed him most.

  “Take both of your legs and put them over my shoulders.”

  I looked down at him, my eyes wide and questioning. I didn’t say a word though. Not one fucking word.

  “Between the two of us, your weight will be supported.”

  My concerned gaze darted to his leg.

  “Fuck my leg. I can’t even feel it. Do as I said, Irelyn. Now!”

  Quickly, I complied, and held firmly to the edge of the shelf above me, praying that the damn thing held.

  “Not a sound,” he reminded me as he parted me with his fingers. With the tip of his tongue, he licked slow circles around my clit.

  I bit down on my cheek to stop from groaning. To see Zolt with my legs over his shoulders and his face between my legs was so fucking erotic. This man knew how to love a woman, and I knew he had tricks he hadn’t even showed me yet.

  Zolt squeezed my ass as he continued his oral assault on me. My hips bucked against his mouth with each lick of his devilish tongue.

  When he sucked at my clit, I exploded into a million pieces. My jaw clenched painfully, and my eyes watered as I kept my promise not to make a sound. My arms were starting to feel like jelly from the strain of partially bearing my weight.

  “Fuck that was hot, baby! I love it when you come in my mouth.” He looked up at me with a sloppy, satisfied grin. “Now, I’m going to take you hard and fast.”

  He brought down one leg, and then the other. Carefully, he stood. “You can let go, now.”

  I dropped my arms and shook them out. Before I had a chance to get my wits about me, Zolt had picked me up and carried me to the butcher-block prep table. He cleared off what few things were on it and laid me back.

  I wanted to gasp, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed to, so I bit my lip instead. He took hold of my ankles and pulled me down to the edge. With my knees bent, he placed my feet on the table. I raised myself on my elbows and watched Zolt take off his clothes. His muscles flexed and rippled as he removed his shirt. The man had a way about him. It was that sexy confidence that made me melt every time.

  Soon, his clothes joined mine in a pile on the floor. Positioning himself between my legs, he found my mouth with his.

  Shit, he tasted like me. It was naughty and sweet and so fucking hot.

  “Not a word. I mean it, or I’ll make this all about me.”

  I watched as Zolt entered me, and seeing him slide in me, moving in and out, was a major turn on.

  “You like watching, don’t you?” he grunted out.

  I nodded; then laid my head back onto the table as he began to pound into me. Though my body was over sensitized from my last orgasm, I responded to him, and another release started to build. I held on to the edge of the table as he repeatedly hit that spot deep inside me, sending tingles through my nerves and up my spine. There was no way I’d be able to keep quiet. My impending orgasm was going to be huge.

  I opened my eyes, enjoying the sight of Zolt fucking me. His neck muscles corded and stained as he sped toward his own climax. The tension on his sexy face was beyond arousing. Being taken by a man that truly enjoy being with me was so much better than the alternative.

  “I love seeing my cock pound that wet pussy of yours. Hurry, baby, I’m close.” He squeezed my thighs as his pace quickened.

  I clenched my muscles around him, knowing it would hasten both of us towards release.

  “Fuck! Irelyn.” He pinched one of my nipples hard, and I detonated into a million orgasmic pieces as his mouth came down hard on mine, capturing the cry I’d promised not to make.

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, engulfing him with my body.

  “Irelyn.” He brushed strands of my hair off my face. “What are you doing to me? Why can’t I get enough of you?”

  “I feel the same,” I mumbled as I came down from my Zolt high.

  “As much as I’d like to stay like this, the table and this position aren’t conducive to cuddling, and we have guests.”

  “Wait, you said you were going to apologize until I screamed your name. How could that happen when I wasn’t allowed to speak?” I arched a brow at him.

  “Funny how that worked. I guess I’ll be apologizing later, as well.” He got off me and held out his hand, helping me off the table.

  “Funny, indeed!”

  After we were dressed, I rushed into Zolt’s bedroom and cleaned up. As I looked in the mirror, my freshly fucked face smiled back at me. My lips were now kiss-swollen thanks to Zolt, and other places on my body were swollen as well. Holy hell, that man was wearing me out, and I loved every minute of it. Thank God, his bad mood seemed to have lifted. I hoped it stayed that way for the rest of the day.

  When I came out, Rachel and Cory were seated cozily on the couch with Cory’s sister, Kenna, perched on the couch’s arm. Sloan was holding up the pillar in the middle of the room, looking imposing in a black, fitted tee. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, and I could see his eyes mentally cataloged the people around him.

  T-bone and his wife, Tamara, sat on the adjacent love seat. I had to admit they made a striking pair. He looked like a younger version of Samuel L. Jackson, and she was as beautiful as Rihanna. T-bone obviously loved his heavily pregnant wife if the massive rock on her finger was any indication.

  Brody had positioned himself in one of the leather easy chairs, looking like the odd man out. I kind of felt bad for him though everyone else seemed to be having fun, laughing and drinking.

  All eyes turned to me, and I could feel my cheeks heat. Though we didn’t look like we’d just fucked in the pantry, I knew it was written all over my face.

  Zolt kissed me and handed me a glass of wine. I took a long sip, grateful for the alcohol.

  “Where have you been and why are you blushing, Irelyn?” Rachael asked, her evil blue eyes glittering with mischief.

  I narrowed my eyes at her and shook my head, giving her a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ glare.

  “Is that a love bite on your neck?” She glanced over at Zolt, who was looking down at his beer, barely containing a laugh.

  The bastard could at least have the decency to blush, too, now that everyone was staring at us with knowing looks on their faces.

  “So, I hope you all are hungry. We have tons of food.” I desperately needed to change the direction of this conversation. When I looked at Brody, he was openly scowling at Zolt. I didn’t know what had been discussed in Zolt’s office, but I’d seen Brody go in there and heard the raised voices. Whatever had gone down, the two brothers didn’t look happy with each other.

  “What happened between you and Brody?” I asked, whispering in Zolt’s ear.

  “Nothing for you to worry about.” He kissed the side of my head and put his arm around me.

  I glanced over at Kenna, wondering if she and Brody might make a good match. She had that Irish look to her. Her hair was on the reddish side of strawberry blonde, and she had a lovely sprinkling of freckles over her creamy skin. I’d always considered her an innocent beauty. There was no doubting that s
he’d been raised to be a proper young lady. Her blouse and skirt were impeccable, and her shapely legs were crossed at the ankle as she perched on the arm of the couch. But I also knew that Kenna had a rebellious streak that had gotten her in trouble on more than one occasion. I flashed back to the spring break we’d spent in Cabo San Lucas. Rach and I lost Kenna for an entire day, then she showed back up, happy as you please with no explanation. Not even plying her with alcohol loosened her lips. The only thing she’d say was that she still had possession of her V card and that was all we needed to know.

  She smiled up at me, and her green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

  Yeah, she and Brody might make a very sweet couple. But my idea quickly faded away when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sloan practically eye fucking her. I’m not sure anyone else saw it, but Kenna certainly did.

  She blushed and stared at the glass of wine in her hand.

  “I’m going to go check on things in the kitchen. Make sure the caterer has it under control,” I said to Zolt.

  “I’ll go with you. I need another beer,” he said and took my hand, leading me into the kitchen.

  Once we were alone, Zolt pounced on me, kissing me as if there was no tomorrow. I wondered if he was going to drag me back into the pantry for round two.

  “Zolt?” I broke away from him. “What’s up with you?”

  “I can’t keep my hands off you.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him.

  “Geez, you two, get a room. I thought Cory and I were bad. You have us beat by far.”

  I turned around and saw Rach coming into the kitchen with her empty wine glass in hand and an envelope.

  “Here’s the invitation you requested.” She handed the fancy cream envelope with the Cardinals’ Charity logo on the front.

  “Oh, great, thanks,” I said, taking the envelope.

  “What’s that?” Zolt asked.

  “I asked Barbi, Rach’s mom, to send over an invite to the Cardinals’ Charity Ball for you so we can go together.”

  Zolt took the envelope out of my hand and glared at it. Then, he ripped it in half and tossed it in the trash.

  “If I wanted a fucking invite, I would have asked for one,” he spat at me

  I took a step back from him, staring at him in disbelief.

  “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” I couldn’t fathom why he’d be so pissed about this.

  “I don’t need you getting me invites to society functions I have no intention of attending. It’s not your job to be my social secretary,” Zolt yelled at me.

  “Uh, I’m going to go out there,” Rachael said and backed out of the room.

  “I’m sorry, Zolt. I wasn’t trying to handle you. I thought it would be fun for us.”

  “Fun? Are you fucking bent? Why would it be fun for me to go to a charity function for a team I no longer play for and a sport I can no longer stomach? A game that haunts my every waking moment. A game your boyfriend took away from me!”

  “I-I don’t understand,” I said, my mouth agape with incredulity.

  Zolt took both my wrists and held them behind my back with one hand. His murderous eyes glared down at me. His body was suddenly large and imposing, and I couldn’t help but be a little scared.

  “Don’t you? The man you let fuck you the first time had already fucked me majorly. He’s the one that ruined my life!”

  “No.” I shook my head not wanting to believe him, not wanting to believe that Marcus had somehow been responsible for that terrible day.

  “The ironic thing is his fucked up actions are responsible for bringing us together. Tell me what he said to you yesterday.”

  “I—”

  “Tell me!” Zolt said and tightened his hold on my wrists.

  “Ouch, Zolt, you’re hurting me.”

  “Am I? Not as much as it hurt me to see you pushed up against a wall last night with Marcus’s hands all over you.”

  With his free hand, he roughly rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Did you let him kiss these pretty lips of yours?”

  “No!” The tears were coming hard and fast, and I knew they would spring free anytime.

  “What did he say to you, Irelyn?”

  “He said that I belonged to him, and no matter what, I’d return to him. But I don’t want that, Zolt. You can’t believe I do?” The tears finally broke loose, and I didn’t care. The man I loved had completely turned on me. This man wasn’t my Zolt. Even his beautiful crystalline-blues had darkened to midnight.

  “Zolt, let her go. Enough is enough.” Brody came over to me and took my arm. “Let’s go outside and get some air.”

  “Enough?” Zolt snarled. “Nothing will ever be enough. Nothing will bring back what Marcus took from me that day.”

  “Z man, calm the fuck down,” T-bone said, walking purposefully to Zolt. “Walk with me, brother.”

  “No, T. Look at me,” he yelled, letting go of me. He pointed at the scars on his leg. “I’m fucking broken!”

  “No,” I repeated, bringing my hand to my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—that somehow Marcus was responsible for Zolt's injury. But more than that, I couldn’t believe that the man I’d been making love to would turn on me like this and blame me for things out of my control.

  Zolt said nothing as he turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me behind.

  I watched him go as more tears spilled out of my eyes. I knew then that I couldn’t stay, not while Zolt somehow blamed me for what happened and what his life had become.

  “What the fuck, Zolt?” Brody barked at me.

  I didn’t say a word. What could I say? I had fucked up royally, and now she was gone. Crazy Zolt had broken free from his bonds and come out to play. In the wake of his antics, Irelyn had fled. Not surprising really. If I could have left, I’d get far away from me, too.

  Everyone had gone, except for Brody and T-bone, and he’d sent his wife, Tamara, home. Why he remained behind I could only guess.

  “Well?” Brody prodded.

  I took another hit of the bong and held the smoke in until my lungs burned. I released the smoke, watching as it dissipated in the hot night air.

  “Crazy Zolt,” I said.

  “No, Zolt. Don’t talk about yourself as if you’re two different people. You fucked up, just you. You’re losing control. I warned you this was coming.”

  “Moot point now,” I said, running my finger along the rim of the bong.

  “Do you even realize what you said in there? Did Irelyn’s reaction even register in that thick skull of yours? That woman adores you, and you just ripped her to shreds. Why the hell didn’t you talk to me last night and tell me what happened? We could have avoided this.”

  “I thought I’d dealt with it.” I set the bong on the patio table and flopped down in the chair.

  “I bet you and Irelyn didn’t even talk about it? Let me guess, you fucked her silent?”

  “We talked a little, but yeah, I fucked her speechless. It’s what I do.”

  “I just got a message from Sloan. He just dropped Irelyn off at her house. Cory and Rachael are going to stay with her. Sloan will return there after he drops off Kenna,” T-bone said and pulled up a chair. “In the morning, Irelyn’s security detail will be in place.”

  “Why not now?” I asked, more harshly than I intended.

  “Because, Zolt, I don’t have the manpower available until tomorrow. I didn’t realize you were going to freak the fuck out and send her running. You understand that you’ve probably played right into Marcus’s hands? By the way, I’d stay away from Sloan and Cory because I’m sure they want to kick your ass.”

  “Great,” I said, staring out into the darkness. Ben whined in his run, and I turned my attention to him. Rufus went with Irelyn, and my dog missed his new friend.

  So did I.

  “I guess I fucked up, too,” T-bone admitted. “After our conversation earlier, I should have seen this coming. Shame on me for not anticipating that yo
u’d turn into a grade A number one dick. She didn’t deserve what you did to her, Zolt. That girl left with her heart in fucking pieces, and it’s your fault. If this is the way you treat the woman you’re in love with, I’d hate to see the trail of destruction you left behind with your one-night stands.”

  “Fuck you, T. I warned all those women not to get attached. I never left any of them with the idea there would ever be more than one night of fucking.”

  “And Irelyn? What were her expectations?” T-bone asked.

  “I told her from the beginning that I was a mess and that sometimes I could be a major dick.”

  “So what, Zolt? Are you saying this is her fault? Because you warned her, and she stuck around anyway, that she deserved what you did to her? I warned you using sex to cope instead of dealing with what’s going on would end badly. Did you listen to me?” Brody asked, stalking toward my chair, his body tensed as if he was ready to punch me.

  “No, I didn’t.” I closed my eyes and squeezed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger.

  “You’re an asshole, brother. Know that?” Brody yelled and kicked my chair.

  I stood quickly and knocked the chair over. “Is that your professional opinion, Dr. Hamil?”

  “No, Zolt, that’s observable fact,” Brody retorted, his nostrils flaring as he breathed.

  With two large steps, I was in his face. “Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I’m pleased that the only woman I’ve ever loved just walked out because I lost control? You’re right, Brody, I am a fucking asshole—the biggest one I know. You know something else? I’m scared to death of what will happen if she doesn’t come back. You have no idea what it was like for me when I discovered she was real. All these years, I’ve had an imaginary woman pulling me from my nightly terrors. Now, she’s real. I felt graced by God, or the Fates, or whatever, that Irelyn cares or cared for me. She’s gone, and I have no one to blame but myself.”

  The reality of my actions sunk in and I felt my stomach drop to my feet. I swallowed and tried to draw in a breath, but I couldn’t seem to catch any air. Cold sweat started to pour down my back, and my heart raced in my chest. The pain in my leg escalated tenfold. Suddenly, I was living that day all over again. I swear I could smell the turf of the football field and see my leg bent at an unnatural angle.