Crash Into Me (The Wicked Wingmen Series Book 1)

by DD Sparxx

  I wanted to slide inside of her as soon as we got in the truck, but I knew the first time we made love couldn’t be in my cramped old Toyota Tundra. I started to ask, “Where should we go?” but before I could finish she was straddling my lap and grinding her hips on me.

  “Ford, I don’t want to wait anymore…” it was spoken so lightly in my ear I almost could’ve sworn I imagined it. I drove to her apartment, the one she now lived in alone since the end of the semester when her last roommate had flunked out of school.

  I jumped out of the truck, ran around and got her door for her. She took my hand and led me to her front door. Anticipation ran thick through my blood as we got inside. I had a few condoms with me in my wallet, so I was prepared.

  I closed and locked the apartment door behind us. She kicked off her shoes.

  “Are you sure about this?” It took every ounce of my willpower to ask and take the chance of her shutting me down, but I didn’t want to do anything she might later regret.

  I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she had told me when we had first started dating that she had decided to not have sex with anyone again, not until she knew that someone was going to be the man she married. The thought of her wanting that man to be me didn’t scare me though, it thrilled me. She had become my everything. I couldn’t ever see myself letting her go.

  She reached down and pulled her top off, dropping it to the floor. I stood frozen to my spot on the floor and waited for her to say something. Next, she reached up and unclasped her bra letting her beautiful full breasts spill out, again dropping it to the floor, her nipples crested high and proud on her breasts. She reached for the waistband of her shorts and shimmied out of them, they landed next to her other discarded clothing.

  She stood before me in only her purple lace thong. She started to back away towards the bedroom and said, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

  That snapped me out of it. I felt myself gravitating towards her and suddenly she was in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist and I was stumbling through her bedroom door towards her bed. Her fingers weaved through my hair and her kisses were hungry. She put everything she had into them, and so did I.

  When my shins hit the edge of her bed I gently leaned over and followed her down to the mattress. I toed my shoes off and climbed on top of her. “You have too many clothes on,” she muttered tugging my t-shirt up and over my shoulders.

  I paused, sitting up slightly to let her pull it off the rest of the way. As soon as it was off, her hands reached for the drawstring of my workout pants. I gently grabbed her hands and moved them back up by her head. If my pants came off now, there was no way I would last. I wanted to make this the best experience she’d ever had.

  I kissed my way down to the sensitive spot on her neck that I knew drove her crazy. Biting down I felt the goosebumps spring up across the left side of her body in response.

  I let go of her hands, resting the weight of my body on one forearm while I firmly grasped her breast in the other hand and dragged her nipple into my mouth. I alternated licking, sucking and nipping. All the while, her hips were bucking like crazy under my weight.

  I released her nipple, kissed my way back up to her mouth and my hand moved down into the front of her lacy panties. I felt her light dusting of hair and continued my trek down right past it. I felt her wetness and slid my fingers up and down her dripping wet slit, from her entrance to her clit, back and forth.

  I swallowed her moans of pleasure with my kisses. Her fingers ran up and down my back, then in front over my chest and abs. She touched me everywhere that was uncovered. I felt one hand move to my waistband again and I knew this time she wouldn’t let me stop her. She continued to arch her back and move her hips up and down with my fingers.

  I noticed her body shift and she worked a leg up in between us, hooking her toes into my waistband and shoving it down. She moaned in frustration when she realized I still had my boxer briefs on. I pulled away for a second to remove them and grab the condoms from my wallet.

  When I stood back up my cock was jerking in excitement. I tossed the condoms on the bed and pulled her thong off, widening her spread legs so I could fit in between them. I pushed her thighs open further and licked her pussy. I loved the way she smelled and tasted. I continued to lick her and alternated between licks and sucks on her clit. I gently pressed a finger in and out of her at the same time.

  “Oh, Ford, don’t stop,” I felt her own hands bunching in my hair trying to pull me closer.

  I dove in giving it my all, licking and sucking and swirling my tongue, adding another finger to the mix. I knew she was close, I could read all of her signs. Her breathing became rapid, her moans were louder and higher in pitch and her pussy was clutching my fingers at a fast pace. I twisted my hand and pushed on that bundle of nerves inside of her that always set her off, and felt her spasm around me. “Oh God, oh, God, oh, God!”

  I continued to lick and finger her until I felt her spasms subside and her moans cease.

  “It’s not too late to change your mind,” I heard a voice say, and then realized it was my own.

  “I’m not going to change my mind. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel and experience everything with you.” Those were quite possibly the sweetest words I had ever heard.

  She grabbed one of the condoms and tore it open. I watched as she pinched the tip and unrolled it over my shaft, her fingers alone had me close to the edge. I nudged her thighs open even further so I could settle my hips in between them. She leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. I lowered my body over her onto my forearms and kissed her again. I could feel my tip at her entrance.

  Her hips slanted upwards towards me. Her eyes held mine and I knew I was lost in their amber depths. I could see touches of brown and bright green in them as well, and more than that I could see trust and love. I pressed forward slowly, gauging her reactions. Her pussy tightened then released slightly at the invasion and her lips parted on a sigh of pleasure.

  “Yes.” It was the only word she said, and yet that one little word spoke volumes.

  She was so tight around me, but it was a perfect fit. We moved together, instantly in sync, as if we’d done this a thousand times before. She was made for me. I knew it in more in that moment, than I ever had before. She was my everything, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she knew it too.

  Our thrusts sped up and slowed down in time. Our mouths fused and tongues dueled as we moaned into each other. I could feel the tingle starting near the base of my spine, but I wasn’t ready for it to end yet. I stopped moving and her eyes popped open again.

  “Give me a second,” I whispered. I rolled to the side taking her with me and guided her to the top.

  She took control and rode me the way she needed. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, trying not to think about how badly I wanted to cum. Her pussy was pulsating around me and my cock wanted to explode. Suddenly she was cumming, “Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” and I let myself go.

  “Don’t stop… don’t stop… oh yeah!” I felt my cum spraying out of my cock as her tight hole continued it’s pulsing around me.

  “OH!” her exclamation made me search her face.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  She laid her head down on my chest. “No, I’ve just never felt THAT before.”

  “What before?” I asked confused, slowly trailing my fingers up and down her back.

  “The way you got really hard before you came, and then the throbbing when it happened inside of me. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

  I tried to stop it, but I felt myself start to silently laugh. I could see her head bobbing up and down with my chest and then she started laughing too.

  “Don’t laugh at me!” She laughed even harder.

  I couldn’t help it. I rolled her over onto her side so I could look at her face, both of us laughing together.

  “I would never laugh at you, princess. I’m
laughing with you.”

  “You were laughing first, then I realized how ridiculous that must’ve sounded and I started laughing too.”

  “It didn’t sound ridiculous at all. I love that we can be so open and honest about everything with each other.”

  “Me too.” Our laughter had died down and now we just lay there looking at each other.

  I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you, Ella.”

  “I love you too, Ford.”

  I awoke with a start, momentarily confused as to where I was. Music was still playing in my ears and I remembered falling asleep again on the rooftop. I looked around, and was thankful that I was alone again. I was also glad I had fallen asleep on my stomach, because I was sporting a ginormous hard on. I sat up and started grabbing my belongings when I noticed a white piece of paper folded in half.

  I reached for it.

  If you’d ever like to finish what we almost started up here, call me. You have amazing hands, and I’d love to see what else they’re capable of.

  Trina xoxo

  Her phone number was scrawled below it with her condo number, which I was happy to see was six floors away and on the other side of the building from mine.

  Would I use it? Probably not. I wasn’t 100% sure that it was a no, though, so it didn’t hurt to keep it in case I wanted to. Although, realistically I’m not usually a big fan of sleeping with people who live so close to me, it can get uncomfortable when one person wants more than the other has to offer.

  After that second dream about Ella though I knew I’d be taking matters into my hands when I got back to my condo. What else could I do? Blue balls sucked, but I wasn’t ready to call Trina just yet. I was a big boy. I knew how to handle myself.

  I took the elevator home and let myself in, dropping everything on the dining room table. I headed to my bedroom, grabbing a bottle of baby oil and a clean towel along the way. I dropped my trunks, spread the towel open on the bed and laid back on top of it. My cock was still twitching at me as I poured the baby oil into my hands and started to stroke it. Slowly at first savoring the way it felt.

  My mind went back to that first time with Ella. My dream was just like the reality had been. We had waited so long for actual sex and it had been nothing short of incredible.

  My hand moved faster as the memories bombarded me. Her tight little body, her pussy gripping me, first my fingers, then my cock. The way she looked into my eyes when I first entered her and the connection we had. Her moans of pleasure and her tightness constricting me even more tightly when she came and pushed me over the edge.

  My hand was focused on my tip now and just as I was remembering her cumming, hot cum sprayed out of the tip of my cock all over my stomach and hand. I was spent. Lying there with my cock in my hand I fell back asleep, this time it was dreamless.

  16

  Ella

  Two days had passed since I’d gotten off the airplane. The airplane that literally carried my past. The past I couldn’t seem to force myself to let go of. The one I wasn’t sure I wanted to let go of. We were only kids when we started dating. You’re not a kid anymore, the little voice in my head chanted at me. Part of me thinks I romanticized the whole thing in my head. I mean, I know we were together for a long time, but at that age does anyone really know what love truly is? Maybe all I needed was some closure.

  I picked up my phone to text Jax. My hands were shaking with anticipation.

  What the hell was I going to say…?

  “Hi, Jaxson! This is Isabella Alfieri.” I immediately started hitting delete. Somehow, I knew I didn’t need to be quite that formal.

  I started again. “Hi, Jax. It’s Ella here. I want to pump you for information about Ford. Want to meet up and get some coffee?” Delete, delete, delete.

  I knew I could be candid with him. He actually didn’t seem to hate me when he saw me sitting on the plane. So finally, after what seemed like a zillion different attempts, I decided on, “Hi, Jax. Ella here. As I’m sure you know I was too chicken shit to stay after the flight to talk to Ford. Would you maybe be willing to meet up, grab a cup of coffee and chat?”

  I pressed send and then waited what seemed like forever for a response. I decided to do some real estate stuff on my computer while I was waiting. After only a minute my phone chimed.

  “Hi, Ella. I wondered if I would hear from you. I’m willing to meet up. When were you thinking?”

  Right now, my brain screamed at me. Instead I typed, “My schedule is pretty flexible. When works for you?”

  Thought bubbles popped up, “Tomorrow morning works for me.”

  “Ok, me too. Wanna meet at The Grind on Shea and Tatum, at say 9:30?” I hit send and waited impatiently as the thought bubbles activated again.

  “See ya there.”

  In less than 24 hours I would be able to get some of my questions answered about Ford and his life today. I wondered what Jax would share with me. I knew this also meant I was going to have to do some sharing on my end as well. The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn’t seem to focus on anything aside from the fact that tomorrow I was officially reopening the book on my past.

  It’s 7:03 Friday morning. I had roughly two and a half hours until I met with Jax. I didn’t have a clue what to wear and I had been standing in front of my open closet for about 20 minutes. I’ve pulled out outfit after outfit when, in reality, I know I don’t have to impress him. He’d seen me in sweats and T’s with my hair in a messy pile on top of my head. Why was I stressing so much over this?

  The voice in my head was back again, because if he tells Ford he saw you, you want to make sure he says you looked amazing, that’s why.

  I decided to wear a black dress that was professional and cute, yet appropriate for work as well. I did have to go into the office today at some point, so this was a perfect choice. I grabbed my most comfortable black sling-back heels to go with it and set off for the shower.

  Once the water hit my skin, I started thinking of all the questions I wanted to ask. I always liked to be prepared for my meetings. My shower passed too quickly and my mind was running on overload.

  I hopped out, toweled off, slathered my skin with lotion and started applying my makeup, I opted for a natural look. I took the blow-dryer to my hair and then let it do its own crazy thing. I dressed and gave myself the once over in the mirror. I was pleased with the way I looked.

  I glanced at the clock, I now had approximately an hour and 18 minutes to make a 15-minute drive.

  I grabbed my purse, laptop, and keys and made my way towards The Grind. I knew I would be early but, I rationalized, I could get us a table and get some work done while I was waiting.

  The Grind was packed when I pulled in. I found a spot in the back of the lot and parked my Honda Pilot there. I loved my Pilot. It was a sparkly silver color and fully loaded. Subconsciously I think I chose it because of the name, something small that in the back of my mind made me feel like I still had a connection to my pilot.

  I grabbed my stuff and walked to the patio area. I spotted a table that a busboy was walking towards and I quickly claimed it. He finished clearing everything away and the waitress approached as I got settled.

  “Hi, I’m Brenda, I’ll be your server today. Just you today?” she smiled at me brightly.

  “No, actually, I have a friend who will be joining me, but I’m early.” About an hour early, I thought to myself. “I’ll have a large mocha latte with coconut milk, please.”

  “One large mocha latte with coconut milk, coming right up.”

  An hour later and three mocha lattes in, I felt like I was on speed. Why had I drank so many of them? When Linda called from the office I could feel my words coming out rushed, but thankfully she took it all in stride. I was still on the phone when Jax arrived. He had on blue jeans, a printed t-shirt, and flip-flops. He obviously hadn’t obsessed about his wardrobe this morning. I couldn’t look at him as he sat down next to me.

  “Ok, Lind
a, I’ll be in later. Let me know once the title company gets back to you. Thanks.” I signed off just as Jax sat down.

  17

  Jax

  Ella was sitting on the patio talking on her phone when I got there. I had a few minutes to observe her before she noticed me. She was very focused on whatever she was saying to the person on the other end of the line. I approached and sat as she said goodbye. I heard the tail end of her conversation and realized the rumors we’d heard about her being in real estate must be true. What would Ford think if he knew I was meeting with her today?

  “Hi.” Ella breaks into my thoughts, glancing up at me briefly.

  “Good morning.” I smiled at her. I wasn’t 100% sure how she wanted to proceed so I figured I’d let her take the lead.

  “Thanks for agreeing to meet up. Sorry I was on the phone when you got here. I just had a few real estate things that I needed to check on. That’s what I do now. I’m a Realtor. So, I help people buy and sell homes and oh my gosh I am totally rambling here. I am so sorry. I don’t know what’s the matter with me…”

  I reached over and covered her hand with mine reassuringly, “It’s ok, Ella.”

  She stopped speaking long enough to take a breath and finally looked up at me fully for the first time. Suddenly she was bubbling over with laughter. “I know exactly what is wrong with me, I’m nervous and I’ve had three mocha lattes this morning and I feel like I’m on speed!”

  I laughed with her and suddenly all of the uneasiness dissipated. As much as we both had changed, she was still the same old Ella.

  The waitress approached to take our orders. “I’ll have an iced tea, unsweetened, no lemon.”

  “Ok, and for you?” She asked turning to Ella, “Another mocha latte?”