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(SMUT, 18+) Isabella & Jay - The First Time (Pt.1)
🕑 Added 2022-07-15 23:02:36 +0000 UTCSummary: what happened after Jay and Isabella left the halloween party…
(Following the events of chapter 30 of The Fixer, from Isabella's POV.)
The drive to Jay’s penthouse was dreadfully long.
After our dance at the Halloween party and the confessions we exchanged, all I wanted was to get my hands on him somewhere we wouldn’t get caught. Somewhere I could really play the role of his girlfriend, doing all the things I’d dreamed of for so long.
We got into his car and he started driving faster than I’d ever seen him do it, one hand in the steering wheel while the other caressed my thighs over my dress. His eyes never left the road, but the smirk on his face was enough for me to know he got a thrill out of teasing me like that. And of course, he had to be obscenely hot while driving.
Jay had always enjoyed riling me up, but this time I could tell he also wanted me to enjoy it. His fingers traced my thighs for several minutes while we remained in silence, perhaps knowing if we spoke, there’d be no arriving home. I’d be ready for him to fuck me right in that car, which considering the whole secret relationship thing… Definitely wasn’t the best idea.
“Fuck this traffic,” Jay hissed as we waited on a red light, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. A part of me wondered if he could actually break it.
“Just a few more minutes and we’ll be at your penthouse,” I reminded him, trying to mask my own impatience, “Then I’m all yours.”
He sighed, seemingly calming down a bit. Then his fingers started moving up until he found the slit of my dress, giving him easy access to what was beneath it. His touch on my bare skin ignited something in me, and I parted my legs slightly to give him a better reach. I was aching for him to touch me and when he started circling my sensitive spot over my underwear, I burned.
Closing my eyes, I let the sensation of his stroke take over me. Of course he was good with his hands, experience wasn’t something Jay lacked. He was probably the kind of guy who knew exactly where to touch, where every little sensitive spot was and how to tease them just right. The amount of helpless pleads he must’ve heard before were most likely enough to last him a lifetime.
But I wouldn’t beg, that was not my style. I’d never let a man have power over me, and even Jay Lee himself wouldn’t change that. I would, however, let him hear how much I was enjoying his touch. That should be incentive enough for him to pull down the thin piece of fabric covering what I really wanted him to touch.
“Such a pretty sound,” he turned to me slightly and laughed, actually laughed, before stopping his motions completely.
“What the hell are you doing?” I protested.
“Didn’t you say you were only mine when we got home?” he feigned a tone of innocence, “Then I’m only touching you once we’re there.”
“Come on,” I started, stopping once I realized we were entering Jay’s garage. “Oh, you’re such a-”
“Save the dirty talk for later,” he said, pulling up to his parking spot. “Shall we?”
The way up to his penthouse was torture, as he still refused to touch me. I sucked in the air sharply while waiting for the elevator to finally arrive on his floor and Jay simply stared at me with an amused expression. Of course he’d still want to play games and mess with me even in this situation.
The elevator doors opened revealing Jay’s luxurious penthouse, and he offered me his hand to take me inside. Ignoring it, I attacked his lips with unprecedented hunger and it took him a few seconds to find his balance. Once he did, I tried to guide us towards his bedroom without breaking the kiss. But Jay had other plans, using his strength against mine to pin me against the wall.
“You look stunning in that dress,” he said, caressing my cheek, “but you should take it off now unless you want it destroyed.”
“Destroy me, but not the dress,” I whispered, earning a devilish grin from Jay as he quickly turned me around and reached for the zipper.
Skillfully, he slipped the costume off me, landing it straight on the floor. I heard the sound of his own shirt falling as well, turning around to see it before Jay stopped me, holding me against the wall and preventing me from moving. His hands explored my back, sending chills through my entire body. I arched my back against him and wiggled my hips, teasing him just as he’d done to me before. I desperately needed him to finish what he’d started in the car.
“What do you want, Isabella?” Jay whispered softly in my ear, making my ache for him grow even stronger.
The way he said my name would never fail to make my heart skip a beat. As if I was the only woman in the world, the only one he truly wanted.
The words barely came out with my erratic breathing, “You know what I want.”
He tugged my body against his hard, both arms around my hips and caressing my lower stomach. His throbbing cock was pressing against me and giving away how much he wanted me too. One of his hands moved lower, once again torturing me by only touching me over a stupid piece of fabric. The other one moved agonizingly slowly until he reached my nipple, fingers circling around for a moment before pinching it hard.
“Yes,” I cried out, “More.”
“If you want me to really touch you,” his lips were hot and wet on my neck, sucking at my skin and driving me insane with desire. “You’ll have to beg, Miss Santiago.”
I scoffed, he couldn’t be serious. “I don’t beg.”
“Well,” he turned me around and lifted my chin until I was staring right into his dark eyes, “You can give the orders any other time, but here… I’m in charge.”
Surrendering control wasn’t something I did, no matter who the person or the situation was. It didn’t come easy to me, and the idea was somewhat terrifying. Being at the mercy of someone else, waiting for their orders… That wasn’t me. Yet, with Jay that close and my hunger for him growing stronger and stronger, it was hard to keep my resilience.
I decided to tease, after all… I could clearly tell I wasn't the only hungry one. “And if I say no?”
“Isabella… You’re smart, and strong, and so powerful,” he said, this time pulling my underwear aside and touching my clit. He started working circles around it, making me gasp. “But you don’t have to always be in control. Wouldn’t it be relaxing to let go sometimes?”
His heavy breathing on my neck was intoxicating. I could barely think as he kept teasing and making my whole body flutter. My brain was screaming for more, to actually feel him, and I knew there was only one way to make it happen.
“Jay…” I pleaded quietly, hoping he’d lose control, but he was clearly determined to make me work for it.
If it were anyone besides Jay, I’d have told them to screw themselves and leave. But it was Jay, my Jay. The man I’d been dreaming of being in this exact situation with for years. The man I trusted more than anyone else. Someone who saw all sides of me and still chose to stay, to fight and risk everything just for me.
He pinched my hardened nipple and I was consumed by pain and pleasure, “Say you’re mine.”
While commanding, he was still the sweet Jay I knew and it sounded more like a plea than an order. As his hands fiercely explored my body, I knew there was no one else in the world I’d rather be with. Suddenly… Letting go didn’t seem so bad. I craved him too much to let my pride get in the way, and if I was sure of one thing, it was that Jay was the one person I’d give up my power for. He could have me, whatever way he wanted.
“Please, Jay,” I begged, sinking my fingers into his hair, “I’m yours.”
He chuckled and circled his fingers around my entrance, “And I’m yours.”
I was almost dripping wet already when he slid the first finger inside me, moving slowly at first until he picked up a faster pace. I whimpered as he pushed a second one deep into my core. With his thumb rubbing at my clit, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I threw my head back, leaning into it all.
“You look so beautiful when you make that face,” he said, grabbing my face with both hands and pulling me into a rough kiss.
His cock throbbed against me, and I figured it was about time I made him squirm as well. Holding his gaze, I slowly sank to my knees and popped the button of his pants. He quickly threw them aside, leaving only his boxers to go. I’d be lying if I said my mind hadn’t wandered there over the years, imagining it’d be like. How it’d feel inside of me, or with my mouth wrapped around it.
I was finally about to find out.
Pulling his underwear down, his erection sprung free in front of me and I audibly gasped. I had never cared much for blowjobs, but with Jay I was dying to have his cock inside my mouth. To please him and send him over the edge with just the movements of my tongue. It made sense, in a way, that I was so eager to satisfy him. I’d spent so many years of my life making sure he got what he wanted, it was only fitting that I’d still wanna do that, even in bed.
I positioned my lips around the head of his cock but Jay’s hand on my cheek stopped me from continuing, “Look at me. I want to see you.”
In an unfamiliar routine for me, I obeyed his command and kept my eyes fixated on him as I started taking him into my mouth. I was met with a content smile, dangerously enticing. I swirled my tongue around without moving my head, as Jay sucked in a sharp breath and my mouth curled up in a mischievous smile. His hands moved from my cheek to my hair, pulling it slightly but still letting me control the rhythm.
“You’re so good, love,” Jay let out a strangled moan, tightening his grip on my hair.
Love. Love, love, love. He’d never called me that before, and the moment I heard it I was undone. As great and strong as I was, a simple four letter word had rendered me powerless. It turned my stomach into pure butterflies, encouraging me to go even further. Still using my mouth, my hand stroked his cock as I worked faster.
I never cared for praise, I never needed words to know how good I was. But something about the way Jay said it, his words coming out more as a pleasure filled whisper, made me absolutely love it. As if I was back to my younger self, desperate for even a smile of approval coming from him. For him to say just a word or two and show he cared, he noticed me. And if I was desperate before, now I felt an overwhelming ache for his acclamation.
“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?” Jay said gently, before taking control of my movements as he bobbed my head back and forth. “And keep your hands behind your back.”
My eyes were still on him as he’d commanded, his eyes shut in pleasure as his hair fell on his face and I could only marvel at how handsome he looked. I always thought he was good looking, of course, but actually seeing him in a situation like that was a whole other thing. He was absolutely ethereal, like something out of a painting or my wildest dreams.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he uttered, breathless.
He started picking up the pace and soon enough, I felt his dick reaching the back of my throat and Jay’s hips moving against me. His desperation was thrilling, and the feeling of his hands controlling me was making my core throb. The more he panted, the more I ached to feel him inside me. But as I’d realized earlier, Jay was going to make this into a very long night.
“Good girl,” he whispered, bringing my mouth closer to him one last time before he caressed my cheek. The praise made me tingle all over.
With his hand still on my cheek, he helped me up, guiding me to the bed and pinning me down. I giggled in anticipation as I felt his cock close to my entrance, but Jay had other plans. He trailed kisses down my abdomen until his face was between my legs, eyes glowing with desire.
“Now it’s my turn, love.”
