Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Veronica
“I’m gonna miss you.” Iz pauses the music, tilting his head so he can look at my eyes. I try not to squirm in my seat. I feel the sadness in his gaze. All I can do is offer him a small smile. As butterflies take flight deep in my stomach, along with the heat that runs through my blood.
“Me too,” I whisper.
He nods once before resuming the music and focusing on the city lights that glow.
Illuminated the space around us. I swallow hard, the lump forming in my throat doesn’t budge.
I don’t think he knows why I chose tonight out of all the nights to break up with Tommy.
Or why I asked him to take me with him. I didn’t only want to escape the party to hide and smoke some weed.
I wanted him. For one night, I wanted to live my truth.
There’s a need I have to get off my chest, this longing that’s been slowly poisoning me. All boiling down to this very moment.
My breathing becomes shallow, and the music is drowned out by the sound of my heart.
My gaze lingers on Iz as he continues to rap the song “Cinderella.” Would I really go through with it, with giving him my virginity before I leave for Florence State?
My heart beats erratically, and the butterflies in my stomach are tied in knots.
Not in a bad way, but Isaac is experienced, and well, I’m not so much.
The only experience I have with a penis is a hand job, and with the opposite sex.
Well, kissing. Tommy used to say I was a blue ball’s worst nightmare.
The thing is, I never really had the urge to take it there with him.
Now, with Isaac, things are different. I want him in a way that causes warmth in my core to gather.
Climbing to a place I can’t reach, wetness pools in my panties, and he hasn’t even touched me.
The anticipation has me shuddering where I sit.
I shake away the hesitation that quickly surfaces like an unwanted ex, reminding myself I met him first, even if our parents fell in love and forced this on us.
We both know why we are here, what I want from him. What I so desperately need from him. The only thing I can offer him, the only thing I can give him, is his and only his, like my heart. It feels right.
Yes. This feels right.
Before I can overthink and stop myself, I remove my seatbelt and climb over to the middle console and straddle him. Isaac doesn’t move, his chest rising slowly, his eyes meeting mine.
“Ronnie,” he breathes. His voice is a low rumble, as if he’s speaking through honey, the single syllable of my name dripping with a kind of reverence that sets my skin on fire.
I gulp, swallowing the lump forming in my throat.
My lips part, reaching for the right words.
But words are too clumsy, too inadequate.
I wish I weren’t so inexperienced. I mean, I know what I should do, but I’m frozen.
“I don’t want to freeze…” I mutter softly.
“It’s okay, Ronnie,” he whispers, his gaze never leaving mine, his thumb gently tracing circles on my knee. His crooked smile returns, chuckling lightly as he shifts beneath me. “No rush,” he adds.
But that’s the thing—I want to rush.
I want to feel Isaac inside me. For so long, I have envisioned this very moment.
Yet, I’m frozen. There is so much that I want to do, so much I want to touch and feel, only to be overwhelmed by the reality of it all.
Isaac, beneath me, looking at me with an intensity that makes me feel as if I’m the only person in existence.
I want to know every ridge and valley of this man’s body, to map out his pleasure zones until I can play him like an instrument of my own creation.
But Isaac’s golden-brown eyes hold a certain softness and patience that make my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, trying to push back the surge of hesitation. “Can I?”
“All yours,” he murmurs softly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watches my shaky fingers play with the hem of his shirt.
“Sure?” I ask again, needing his approval for what I’m gathering the courage to do.
He dips his chin, a slow movement as if he’s too scared to move, while permitting me to remove his black shirt.
I lift the thin fabric from his body, sliding it up over his sculpted muscles and off his broad shoulders.
The moonlight seeping through the car windows bounces off his golden skin, casting him in a soft and ethereal glow.
I trace my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen, the muscles there twitching slightly beneath my touch.
When I shift in his lap, I feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my thighs.
I take a sharp breath in, cheeks heating up as I glance at him.
My heart beats so loudly, I’m sure he can hear it.
His hand reaches up to gently tuck a loose strand behind my ear, his thumb trailing down my cheek in an affectionate gesture that sends shivers down my spine.
“You are so beautiful. You know that. Tan bella,“ Isaac murmurs, and the look in his eyes tells me he means it.
His feelings toward me are the one thing I never doubted.
Something that only motivates me to give in to desire.
My breath hitches when he leans forward and presses his forehead into mine.
“Whatever you want to do is on you,” he breathes. “No rush, only be sure of it.”
Words completely escape me; for the first time, I’m left speechless.
I’m a pool of emotions, and I’m certain that Isaac is the only man I want to share this with, even if it’s just this one time.
Because it could only be this time. Never again.
I couldn’t betray my mom any more than I am at this moment.
Biting my lower lip, I lean into him, taking his bottom lip into my mouth.
His hands now cup my ass, gently squeezing as a groan escapes his lips as I grind on his hard length.
I kiss him, his lips soft on mine, warmth spreading through me like wildfire as our kiss deepens and I continue to move over him.
Clumsy at first until I find a slow rhythm.
His tongue is now inside my mouth, brushing against mine softly, and yet, so full of hunger.
A hunger I know too well. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I drink deeply, quenching my thirst for him.
A thirst of years in the making, a thirst only satisfied by him.
My hands move to his hair, fingers tangling in the silkiness as I pull him closer, desperate for his touch. His scent fills my senses—herby, masculine, and something unique that’s purely Isaac. He deepens the kiss even more, his hand traveling up my spine, then back down.
Suddenly, Isaac pulls away, leaving us both gasping for air. His honey hazel eyes, dark with desire, search mine, trying to read my emotions. I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me as his hand trails up my thigh, and his fingers lightly brush against the fabric of my dress.
“Are you sure?” he asks through ragged breaths.
“If we keep this up—“ He stops, as if unsure of how to finish his sentence, his hands firmly squeezing my thighs. A hiss escapes his lips as I roll my hips, grinding on his length. A clear answer. Yes. Giving him my permission. He doesn’t need my words—there is no need for them. His hands slowly move my dress further up my body until it is completely over my head and thrown into the passenger seat. Iz’s hand drops to the side of his seat, pulling us back to give him more leg room.
My hands roam over his body, feeling the heat underneath his skin that sends an electric current zinging through me.
All my thoughts disappear, all that lingers is the feeling of Isaac beneath my fingers.
The look on his face as he drinks me in, the way he bites his lower lip, and his eyes glazing with desire, it’s more intoxicating than anything I’ve ever had.
The hardness under me sends waves of desire coursing through my veins. I move against it, my body instinctively moving of its own accord, as if we’ve done this many times before. There is no denying we belong to each other. He is mine, and I’m his.
Even if fate has been cruel and unfair to us. The truth is that.
My hands roam further, reaching the waistband of his jeans, and with his soft hum of approval, I begin to undo the button and zipper. His breath hitches slightly as I slide my hand inside his boxers.
“Ronnie,” he groans as my hand grips his cock.
The feeling of it in my hand elicits a moan from my lips, a feeling only described as coming home.
So warm, so thick and big. I’m not sure how it will all fit.
“Wow. You’re big.” My cheeks burn from embarrassment the moment the words spill from my lips.
He chuckles softly, as if he could make out what I’m thinking next, he playfully responds with, “Don’t worry it will fit. ”
A pitiful whimper slips past my lips as I wet them when his hands move to my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that begs me to go faster.
I oblige, matching his urgency as my touch becomes more confident and more assertive.
Isaac leans his head back against the seat, his honey-hazel eyes fluttering shut as he gives himself over to the sensations coursing through him.
“I fucking love you,” he breathes, and I nearly come undone with his words alone.
For years, I deprived myself—we both have.
I remained a virgin simply for this very moment.
The moment I would give myself to Isaac, the man who stole my heart the moment he asked me if I wanted to be his queen.
Unfortunately for us, we’ve been forced to share a last name with…
not as my love but my fucking stepbrother.
All words and thoughts leave me as he lifts me onto him.
“Look at me,” he orders softly, and I do.
I feel his cold hands move between us, shifting my panties, and my heart stutters.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” he practically growls out as his finger runs down my center, collecting my arousal.
Warmth gathers in every part of my body and moves as wetness pools. “So wet for me.”
I nod because I’m afraid to open my mouth.
Following his gaze, he allows me to take control, only using the swollen head of his cock to run up my slit until he stops right at the entrance.
“All you baby, use me.” Use him. The words echo in my brain, my body moving on its own as I slowly push down and feel the immediate sting that comes with it.
“I love you,” he whispers as he slowly begins to stretch me.
The pain of the intrusion is almost too much, but when he leans in and kisses me passionately, any discomfort subsides for a moment.
I can feel every inch of him, slowly becoming part of me, the lines between us blurring into one.
His lips are warm and soft, and each touch of his tongue to mine feels like a lightning bolt sent straight to my core.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my lips. I let out a shuddering exhale as he begins to move inside me.
I’m no longer a virgin, and the pain slowly morphs into something beautiful…
something delicious. His fingers dig into my skin, his touch leaving a heated path behind.
The sensation becomes my truth, my anchor, my reality.
“I love you, Iz… always have,” I say as I lean into his touch and lose myself in everything that is Iz.
Isaac’s movements are gentle, as if he’s handling something fragile.
His eyes never leave mine as we connect in a way I never thought possible.
With each thrust, he takes his time, savoring the feeling of being together.
My sounds of pleasure fill the air as he claims me, leaving no part of me untouched.
He moves within me like he’s trying to memorize every curve and crevice.
Nothing can compare to this moment; words cannot fully express the overwhelming emotions coursing through my body as we both shatter for one another.
We’re both breathless and covered in sweat, the car windows fogged up from our passionate encounter.
The only sound is our heavy breathing, but it’s not awkward; it’s peaceful and fulfilled.
Tears blur my vision, the sting in my eyes gathers in my chest, and I blink back the tears threatening to spill—too scared to ruin the moment.
I stare up at him, his honey-hazel eyes now soft in the afterglow. He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, and a tender smile tugs at the corner of his beautiful face. “I’m going to miss you, but I’m proud of you.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. His meaning is clear, and instantly, I wish to lose myself again. To drown in a sea of raw passion and forget the inevitable that is waiting for us beyond this car.
“Iz… this was a one-time thing,” I whisper, feeling the walls build back up. His body tenses, but he doesn’t fight it, nor do I. He just holds me as I sob into his arms, crying for the future we never got a chance to have. For a love that never got a chance to live, but pollutes us either way.