Chapter 3 Izzy
IZZY
I was familiar with the concept of too much of a good thing, but I’d never experienced it.
The idea of torture by orgasm hadn’t seemed likely to me… until Rook had made me come.
We hadn’t even taken our clothes off and all he’d had to do was flick my nipple through my bra to send me over the moon. My eyes leaked tears of bliss, my body still shaking.
Holy fuck! I wanted to scream, but breathing was a challenge. I gasped, never quite getting enough air, as I clung tenaciously to Rook, his body still hard against mine, pinning me to the door. His lips lingered on mine, nibbling and brushing softly as I came down from a stunning high.
Given every sinful inch of the man, I’d been sure sex with Rook would be good, but I’d vastly underestimated him.
“That’s my girl, breathe,” he whispered against my lips, his voice strained. As my tremors faded, I felt his body shaking, not with pleasure, but restraint.
I got the feeling Rook was barely holding on.
I wondered if I could push him over the edge. “Time—” I gasped, still desperate for air, “—to… destroy me?” I grinned.
Rook groaned, then mumbled, “Wicked woman.”
I chuckled.
He stepped back, taking me with him as he moved away from the door. I tried to reach for the light… but nope. I quickly wrapped my arm back around Rook’s neck since the other arm alone wouldn’t hold me. My entire body felt limp and loose and very satisfied.
Rook easily navigated around my tiny studio apartment in the dark, avoiding the rickety little kitchen table and my two mismatched second-hand chairs to get to the small bed by the window.
Good night vision. Must eat a lot of carrots.
Mmmm, carrots.
Note to self: Don’t think about big, hard-shafted vegetables while the thickness in his pants is still pressed to my core.
Reaching my bed, he laid me down. I whined when the pressure on my core vanished. Disengaging my legs, they flopped open, useless. I’d gripped him too hard.
My hands shook, fingers fumbling as I tried to undo a button on my blouse.
“Don’t,” Rook purred. “That’s my job.”
When I looked up, he’d somehow stripped in record time. With the curtains open, the streetlight outside my window clearly illuminated Rook’s form.
Oooh, pretty!
Rook was ripped. Hard rounded muscles sculped over his tall frame. Thick chest, check. Broad shoulders, check. Strong arms, check. Those flared back muscles that give a man a nice V-shaped torso, check. Abs for days, check, check, and check!
I might have drooled.
I didn’t care.
“Oh… wow… you’re…” Wait, was I saying that out loud?
I bit my lip as my gaze slid down to his co—oooohhhh!
I whimpered then choked on nothing but air.
His dick wasn’t huge, but somehow, I’d never seen a more impressive erection.
Some dicks were too long or too short, too thick or too skinny, too straight or too bent, too big of a head or too small…
but Rook’s was just right. A Goldilocks cock.
Not sure where that thought came from, probably the tequila.
My legs edged open in anticipation of perfect penetration. Then my mind caught up with my steamy thoughts.
“Condom!” I gasped.
“Don’t have any,” he said, cocky grin returning.
I flopped an arm toward my nightstand. “Drawer.”
He looked over then back at me and shook his head. “Sorry, babe. I don’t cover up.”
And there it was.
I knew he was too good to be true.
“Condom or nothing,” I insisted.
Rook sighed. “I’m clean and I’ve been snipped. No risks.”
Oh… well in that case…
No! Bad libido! We can’t trust him. It always pays to be careful when dealing with a strange penis.
“My rules.”
He shrugged. “Your loss.” He closed my legs and straddled me, kneeling on my bed as he undid the few buttons remaining on my blouse. “But I can still torture you with orgasms. I don’t need my dick for that.”
I believed him.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he opened my shirt, gazing at my mostly naked torso. He shook his head, then shut his eyes and took deep breaths, calming himself.
And when his blazing gaze hit me again, he smiled.
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
He took his time stripping me, covering my body in kisses.
Unlike most men, he saved my boobs for last, well, second last since my thoroughly soaked panties were still on.
He knew just how to touch me, exactly what I wanted and needed.
Sometimes light and teasing, sometimes hard and kneading.
The perfect combination to get me blazing hot once more.
I moaned unabashedly as he teased my nipples with lips and tongue. It wouldn’t surprise me if he could make me come from chest stimulation alone.
He nearly did. I was so close, surfing the tidal wave of an orgasm about to crash, when one of his hands slid down, into my panties, through my damp curls, and…
It was only a single touch, not even that heavy, not rubbing, not flicking, not anything other than the press of one finger on my swollen and sensitive clit. Just one touch… and I screamed, body arching beneath him as I came again.
After that, things got hazy as the orgasms stacked up. I felt feverish, delirious, lightheaded. I couldn’t catch my breath, dizzy, my body burning up!
I did recall one instant, with Rook’s face between my thighs, working me with masterful strokes of tongue and lips, fingers teasing my ass, before he slid one finger inside my rear entrance and I came so hard I passed out from extreme pleasure.
That night I learned that too much of a good thing was indeed possible.
Much later I came to with Rook resting beside me. I rolled over to stroke his silken cock, so damned hard in my hand.
He’d given so much. If any man deserved a reward for his efforts…
“You don’t have to,” he whispered, as if reading my thoughts.
I scoffed and shimmied down. I was exhausted but I could do this. And when I licked the generous precum off his tip, I hummed in bliss.
Damned if he didn’t taste like salted caramel.