When Sparks Fly (Sexy Secrets Book 2) (11 page)

I frown a bit and then tilt my head to the side, as if that
will make the scene I am witnessing easier to comprehend.  I walk into the
room, so I can get a better look into the closet.  Chewy is lying down in the
closet with what looks like a dildo – a purple dildo that he is gnawing on like
a bone.  And that is not even the crazy part – because he is lying in the mist
of about ten dildos of various sizes and shapes.  A couple bottles of lube and
other sex toys are scattered about as well.  I am almost sure I see nipple
clamps under Chewy’s stretched out hind legs. 

Is this the small sex toy collection that Liv shyly told
me about?

I hear her shocked gasp as she enters the room behind me.

Fuck, fuck fuck…that is what is she muttering under her
breath as she rushes toward Chewy and tries to pull the dildo from his mouth. 
He is faster than she is and zips between her legs, running out the room – with
the dildo still in his mouth.

She straightens up, with her back to me. 

“This is not what it looks like Isaac,” she says in an
exasperated tone. 

Really? 

I wonder how she is going to explain her small sex toy
collection as not being what it looks like.  I meant what I told her a few
weeks ago; I have no problem with her sex toy collection.  I like that she is
comfortable enough with her own sexuality and knows how to pleasure herself. 
However, I am curious with what she has to say.

She turns and looks at me, her face flushed with
embarrassment. 

“I’m throwing these out next week.”

“Wait, why?  You don’t have to throw them out.  I told you,
they don’t bother me,” I say gesturing to the sex toys.

She looks up at me, with a look I can’t quite decipher.

She covers her face with her hands and just when I think she
is so embarrassed that she’s crying, she blurts out.

“This is not my sex toy collection.  My collection is much
smaller and in my bedroom.  My collection fits in a shoebox.  These,” she
gestures wildly behind her, “are the sex toys that I have tested out in the
past three months – well most of them anyway.  I have a side job as a sex toy
tester and after testing out the toys, I write a review on a sex toy blog.” 
She peeks at me between her fingers.

Well Goddamn.

She looks freaked out, so I know I need to soothe her, let
her know what I think about all this.  I approach her slowly, removing her
hands from her face. 

“Do you want to know what I think?”

She nods her head slightly, those big brown eyes of hers looking
at me warily.

“I think that has got to be one of the hottest fucking
things you have told me.  I mean, my girl gets paid to play with her sweet
pussy and she writes about it.  Will you let me see the reviews you have
written?”  I push her back against the wall and press my hips into her, so she
can feel how turned on I am.  “Will you let me watch?”  I ask her softly; my
voice sounding thick and guttural to my own ears.

“You want to read my reviews?”  She runs her hands down my
chest and rests them on my belt.  “You want to…,” she blushes deeply, but keeps
her eyes trained on me.  “You want to watch me…masturbate?”  Her voice trails
off in a whisper as her hands proceed to unbuckle my belt, undo my jeans,
dragging them and my boxers down until my cock pops free.

My little freak wants to play.

I let my forehead drop to hers, shuddering when her soft
hands wrap around my cock.  My hands drift down her sides and under the hem of
her dress.  I graze my fingers over the crotch of her panties and her pussy is already
wet.  I grip the side of her panties, fingering the flimsy string on her right
hip before fisting the string and snapping it.  I do the same with the other
side.  Both of us are breathing heavy as I bend slightly and pick her up,
causing her to let go of my cock.  I hook my arms under her knees, holding her
open and against the wall.

I slam all the way in, not giving Liv time to adjust to the
sudden intrusion.  I know I’m probably being too rough, but I can’t help it.  I
bury my face in that space between her neck and shoulder as I drive into her
wet heat over and over.  Her soft moans let me know she is okay with my
roughness. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”  I whisper
against her skin.

Her only reply is to moan and throw her head back, banging
it against the wall as I drive into her forcefully.  I don’t know how much
longer I am going to be able to hold her up.  I scan the room for a place to
set her down; there is no bed, just boxes everywhere.  I spy a desk in the
corner of the room.

“Hold on,” I say, carefully walking us over to the desk a
few feet away.  My jeans and boxers are around my knees and I would hate to
fall.  I set her down on the desk, pulling my shaft from her wet heat.  I
quickly divest her of her dress, leaving her in only her bra.  She slides to
the edge of the desk and props her left foot on the desktop, opening herself up
to me.  I slide into her again. 

“Goddamn your pussy feels good,” I blurt out, cupping my
hand around the back of her neck, stilling her head so I can kiss her.  As I
kiss her soft lips, she starts to move her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. 

She starts chanting my name softly against my lips and it is
then I know she is about to cum.  A few seconds later, she is clamping down on
my cock and I throw my head back at the sensation; my own release moments
away.  Seven strokes later, I release inside Liv as I hold her tight against
me.

We never make it to any garage sales.

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Isaac – A week later

As the leather and metal restraint buckles around my right
wrist, I am beginning to rethink letting my girl have her way with me.  Liv
received a new box of sex toys to test and this time there were a few in the
box for couples.  When she asked me if I would help her test some of the toys,
my cock readily agreed before my brain could fully think it through.  

When it comes to anything related to sex, I am learning that
Liv is like a starving person at an all-you-can-eat-buffet; her appetite is
large and she wants to try everything.  Once she gets past her shyness, she
isn’t afraid to try something new; hence our foray into ‘light bondage’. 
Although, when I agreed to this, I was under the assumption that I would be
using the restraints on her.

I watch her as she buckles the other restraint around my
left wrist and then brings both my wrists together and hooks them on the metal
prong she attached to my headboard.  I try not to panic when she drops the
latch over the metal prong – effectively shackling me to my bed.  Her tits hover
above me and I lift my head, latching on to one and suckling deep before she
pulls back.

“Behave Isaac,” she admonishes. 

So here I lay, naked and flat on my back in my own bedroom. 
My wrists are secured to my headboard and she is sitting back on her heels in
nothing but a pair of Captain America boy short panties – the bullseye shield
is right over where I want to be.  

“Do you trust me?”  She asks as she slowly crawls up my body
before she settles on my lap, my hard cock trying to punch a hole through her
panties.  I can tell she is already wet by the dampness of her panties. 

“Can you feel how much you excite me?”  She asks as she
slowly grinds her panty-covered pussy over my cock.  I can feel her lips
separate as she continues to grind. 

“Fuck, Baby Girl,” I moan out loudly.  “Don’t be a tease.”

She leans down and kisses the shit out of me – all wet and
sloppy tongue action.

“You know I’m not tease.  You know you can have me anytime
you want.”

I buck my hips and yank my arms at the same time.  I tilt my
head back seeing that I am still shackled to the damn headboard.  She stands up
on the bed and carefully removes her panties.  Her pussy is glistening with her
wetness.  When she settles back down on me, she starts to grind on me again.

I grit my teeth – hard – when she rises up and sinks down on
my cock; her hot, wet heat instantly making me yank at my restraints like a mad
man.  I close my eyes tight - not able to watch her ride me because if I have
to see her and feel her bouncing off my cock, I will cum too soon. 

I tilt my head back again, trying to see if I can somehow
unhook myself.  It takes a few minutes but I am able to somehow ignore Liv
going to town on my cock and I carefully move my bound wrists so I can flip the
latch and unhook myself.  I let her ride my cock a few moments longer, letting
her think she is in control before I grab her hips and flip her until she is
under me.  I pin her arms to the bed as I slide into her and remind her who is
really in control. 

__________________________

Afterwards, I sit on my bed in my boxers – content with
watching Liv lotion her freshly showered body.  When she finishes, she turns
towards me. 

“You need to moisturize your skin Isaac,” is all she says
before she pours a dollop of lotion in her hand and stands up.  She stands in
between my legs, takes my right arm and starts to rub the lotion in, starting
at my bicep, moving slowly down my arm until she reaches my hand.  She does the
same with my left arm.  When she spreads her lotioned hands on my shoulders and
starts to massage it into my skin, I grip her panty-covered hips lightly in my
hands.

This girl!  I find it amazing how one day she walked into
my life and I can’t remember how I ever lived without her in my world.

“I love you,” I simply state as I look up into her beautiful
face.

 At my declaration, her hands still and her eyes go wide and
she starts to sputter.

“Yes, I love you.”  I state again giving her hips a little
shake.  “I know I have only known you for a little over two months, but it
feels like I have known you a lifetime.  I can’t help how I feel - I love you. 
Deal with it.”

She lets out a little giggle as she smiles at me softly
before lowering her head to give me a slow and soft kiss.  She pulls back
before I can deepen it.

“I love you too.  Now deal with that,” she says and she
smiles against my lips. 

I bark out a laugh, not expecting her to return the
sentiment in that fashion.  I wrap her in my arms, bring her down to the bed as
I roll us until we are both on our sides and hug her tight.  We lay like this
for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment.

 “Come on,” I say finally, patting her lightly on her
panty-covered ass.  “Let’s get dressed and take Chewy for a walk.”

I quickly pull on a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt before
sitting back on the bed and watch her get dressed. 

She pulls a t-shirt over her head, blocking my view of her
pretty bra.  She then pulls on a pair of khaki short-shorts, also blocking my
view of the matching pretty panties.  I stifled a groan when she bends over at
the waist and gathers all those beautiful braids into her hands. 

Liv has a world-class plump little ass. 

She does some type of twisting movement with her hair and
rights herself.  Her hair is now in some type of high ponytail.  Her cheeks are
still a bit flushed but she is so beautiful, it makes my chest clench.  I stand
and walk over to her.

“You are so beautiful,” I say before kissing her soundly. 
She immediately gives me access to her tongue and I am seriously re-thinking my
suggestion to take Chewy for a walk.  I reluctantly end the kiss and tug her
towards the door.  In the hallway, she wakes Chewy by lightly rubbing his rump
and talking to him softly.  In no time, he is awake and full of energy.  We
both slip into our shoes before heading out the front door. 

Once outside, we take our time.  She lets Chewy off his
leash and he trots ahead of us, stopping every few steps it seems to piss on
something.  It is the end of May, a few days before June actually and the
weather is warm – maybe in the mid 80’s, but the humidity is low, so it is
pleasant.  We walk mostly in silence; she is tucked under my arm.  My hand is
dangling over her shoulder and she is playing with my fingers as we stroll
along.  When we crest the driveway to my neighbor’s house (which is also my
parents’ house) Chewy takes off, his short legs quickly taking him up the
driveway and to my parents’ house.  We quickly follow up the driveway.

 “Chewy!”  Liv shouts.

I squeeze her hand. 

“He’s fine.  I know my neighbors – they’re nice.”

 See, this is the thing.  If I had told Liv, she would be
meeting my parents today; she would have been a nervous mess.  Therefore, I
didn’t tell her.  It’s a risk I know, but I don’t think it will be an issue.

As the house comes into view, I see my pop on the front
porch and he is bent over in his chair petting Chewy.

Liv rushes ahead of me.

“I’m so sorry Sir,” she says.  “I should have him on a
leash.  Usually he is good about not running off from me.”  She stands at the
base of the porch stairs urging Chewy to come to her.  Chewy ignores her as he
basks in my pop’s affectionate rubs.

I sling my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to
me. 

“Hey Pop,” I say.

I can feel Liv stiffen against me.  She slowly looks up at
me and back at my pop – no doubt taking in the resemblance – then back at me.

 “Hey Son,” he replies as if it is an everyday occurrence
that I show up at his house with a girl. 

Don’t get it twisted - I don’t.

The only time I have introduced a girl I was seeing to my
parents was seven years ago. 

“This is your dad?”  Liv asks in a whisper.

 I kiss the side of her head.

“Yeah.”  I give her a smile.  “Come on, let me introduce
you.”

I take her hand and lead her up the porch stairs.

My pop picks up Chewy and then rises from his chair.  He
comes over and gives me a one-arm hug, kissing my cheek before releasing me.