Frenemies With Benefits (Geek To Chic Book 2) Page 2

  “Where did you go?” Jeremy asked, pulling her from her lustful thoughts.

  “Nowhere, reliving our day in my head. It was wonderful. Thank you for not having a man tantrum when I wanted to go into every shop.” She lied.

  He took her hand, caressing her knuckles. “First, I never have a man tantrum. Second, I enjoyed every minute. Would you like to go for a walk on the beach again?”

  “No!” She practically yelled at him. “I mean, my feet are sore from all the walking we did today. How about we go relax in my room? We can watch a movie or something.” She was going for casual, as though she could care less how he responded. She knew it came out more frantic.

  Jeremy smiled big and bright. Her panties melted a little. “I think that is a great idea. No chick flicks, I draw the line at weepy romantic BS.”

  “Do you think all girls watch only chick flicks?

  “Yep.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jeremy. I will have you know I have never seen Bridget Jones nor do I plan to. But, I do own all the Die Hard movies.” With amusement she watched his jaw drop at her revelation.

  “Marry me now.”

  “Sorry, can’t, remember we're already married.” She winked and he laughed.

  He stood and grabbed her hand pulling her into the hotel. They made it into the elevator, she hit the button for her floor. The doors closed and he was on her. Pushing her against the mirrored wall. His mouth claiming hers. His body pressing into hers.

  Izzy's hands went straight to his hair in a vain attempt to pull him closer. Her hips ground against his. The ding sound indicating they had arrived at her floor broke them apart. This time she took his hand and pulled him along. He chuckled.

  Once they were at her door, he kissed her neck and behind her ear, as she dug in her purse for her key card. He was distracting her to the point that it took her four attempts to get her door open. They practically fell through the door.

  She threw her purse onto the floor and began stripping him of his T-shirt. The sight that greeted her was incredible. Jeremy had a slight dusting of hair covering his remarkable pecs. A slight trail of hair cascaded down his perfectly defined abs, disappearing below his cargo shorts. In a word, perfection.

  Her shirt was next to go. He sucked in a breath as the clothing left her body. His eyes glued on her small breasts. A single finger tracing the tops of her breasts peeking out the top of her demi cup bra. “You are beautiful. Even more than my imagination believed.”

  Her breathing became labored. “Your imagination?”

  His gaze left her breast to meet her eyes. “Yes, you have been starring in my dreams for two nights now. I had to keep my hands off you all day to keep from spending the day walking around town with a hard on.”

  She giggled. “Did your plan work?”

  “It was working until you bent over to look at some baskets. After that it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself.”

  “Lucy for you, with the plans I have for us tonight, it would be poor manners to keep your hands to yourself.” Izzy lifted up on her tip toes. Kissing his neck. Down his collarbone. He groaned.

  Izzy was incredibly nervous. His hands on her hips, settled her a little bit. She decided to power through her nervousness, and went for bold. She reached between them and began undoing his belt. Her hand nudging his erection, causing his head to fall back. Another groan egging her on. She quickly rid him of his shorts and boxer briefs.

  No turning back now.

  Her mind cut off from all thought as he removed her bra, instantly encasing her nipple in his mouth. He suckled and licked her. His hands moving south. A few unclasped buttons and a wiggle of her hips later, they were both naked. They had not even made it more than a few steps inside her room.

  “Wrap your arms and legs around me.” Jeremy commanded, as he picked her up. Carrying her to the bed as if she was no more than a rag doll.

  They stayed entwined as they fell onto the bed. They kissed and touched. His hands found her breasts, palming them, teasing her nipples. She moaned.

  He simply smiled that brilliant smile of his. His body started to move lower. Her mind catching up to the fact he was about to go down on her. “Um, you don't have to do that.” She mumbled shyly.

  “You don't like a guy eating you out?” He smirked.

  “It's just… I actually don't know. No one has ever done that to me.” She could not even meet his eyes as she spoke.

  He gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I would really like to see if you enjoy this. Plus, it happens to be my favorite, ok one of my favorite things, to do, to a woman.” He spoke with pure confidence in his oral skills.

  Izzy bit her lower lip and nodded. With a smile, he continued his journey down her body. She laid back on the bed, her hands over her eyes, in an attempt to gain some control over the lust burning through her system. Which was futile when his breath hit her intimate folds. His tongue followed.

  Izzy quickly realized Jeremy had every right to hold the confidence he had in concern to his oral skills. His tongue circled her clit a few times. Then darted into her. She moaned, her hips grinding into his face. When his thick finger impaled her, the orgasm took over. Her entire body shook and she screamed his name.

  As her body relaxed, he slowly moved up her body. He kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips. "I think I know the answer, but what is the verdict? Did you like that?"

  Her breathing was still rough, so she nodded her answer.

  "I thought you would. You taste incredible by the way, sweet and salty all at once. A man could dine on you forever." His voice had taken on a deep husky tone as he spoke. He got up from the bed.

  Izzy sat up, panicked that he was done. "Where are you going?"

  He chuckled and held up his pants. Digging into the pocket to retrieve his wallet. Once he had the leather wallet in hand, he walked over to her pulling out a condom. "I needed to grab this little guy."

  She laughed. Her laughter ceased when she took in his full naked form. Every muscle in his body was well defined. Her eyes moved to the apex of his legs. She gasped. His erection reaching up towards his perfect abs. In fact, it reached his belly bottom.

  His smile clearly said he knew her exact thoughts. He winked before climbing back on the bed. Laying the condom next to her head. He kissed her briefly before resting his forehead on hers. "You ok? If you don't want to do this we don't have to."

  "Trust me, I want to do this very badly, but I'm a little worried. I am not that big of a girl and what you're packing is never going to fit." She blurted out before her mind could tell her mouth to shut up. Izzy's face turned red.

  He laughed again. "Trust me Izzy, I'll fit. We may have to work at it, but I'll fit perfectly."

  With that his fingers went to work on her again.

  ~*~*~*~

  Alex wanted to laugh at Izzy for thinking he wouldn't fit, his ego yelled out a quick, ‘hell yeah’ at the thought. That is until he started to finger her with two fingers. "Izzy, baby, you are so tight. I can't wait to get in that tight pussy, but we are going to have to take it slow."

  Her only response was to moan.

  He pulled his fingers out and sheathed his cock with the condom.

  He couldn't help himself, he needed to kiss her again before he entered her. Kissing Izzy felt like coming home. Alex had never felt this close of a connection with a woman before. His father had once told him he knew he would spend forever with his mother after kissing her good night on their first date. “Love at first kiss.” Alex had joked not believing that you could know your future from one innocent kiss. His father had smiled knowingly telling him one day he would see his old man was right. Alex worried that day had come.

  Alex shook off the thought. He wasn't ready to be anyone's forever. He was far too immature and selfish. Hell, he hadn't even told Izzy his real name yet.

  Releasing her lips so he could watch her face, he began the slow process of entering her. His cock was begging him
to thrust forward, taking her in one movement. Luckily, his mind was still somewhat in control and knew he needed to go slow to keep from hurting her.

  He pushed, the head of his dick into her tight entrance. She wiggled, giving him the go ahead to move further. He pulled out and pushed slowly back in. Suddenly he hit what seemed like a wall or a barrier to the promise land. She was the tightest woman he had ever been with. He never had this much of an issue thrusting into a woman before.

  "Honey, this might hurt just for a second. I am trying to go as slow as I can but I need to thrust hard once to get in. After that I promise to make you feel good, ok?" He held perfectly still waiting for her answer.

  She bit her lip, in that cute way she had, and nodded. "It's ok, just do it, I need you to move more than I need anything. Please."

  Before her mind had time to register his movement, he thrust all to the way to the hilt in one motion. She let out a little cry. "Oh baby, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" He prayed he hadn't.

  "No, just give me a minute to get used to the feel of you." Izzy panted out, her eyes closed tight.

  He remained perfectly still. Kissed her neck, breasts and shoulders. He wanted to make her feel good. Alex knew taking him into her small body had to hurt a little. He was determined to make up for that pain.

  Izzy exhaled. She moved her hips a little as though she was testing her pain level. "Ok, I'm good." She said before kissing him with all the passion she had in her pixie size body.

  As they kissed for all they were worth, Alex started to move inside of her slowly at first. Picking up speed as her nails dug into his shoulder.

  "More, please I need more." She begged.

  He started fucking her with all he had. Reaching between them to tease her clit, ensuring she would fall over the edge of pleasure quickly. He needed her to come soon, he wasn't sure how long he could hold out.

  "Come for me baby! I am so close, but I need to hear you come for me."

  As though his voice was all she needed to hear to fall into her orgasm, her already tight pussy clamped further onto his dick. She arched her back, eyes closed, and his name on her lips. Simply beautiful.

  He came a moment later, pushing as far into her as he could. "Izzy, oh God." He moaned as his muscles tensed and relaxed. He collapsed on top of her.

  They both panted for a moment, before he leaned on his forearms to kiss her. He felt so connected to her. A feeling he was not used to associating with sex. Sure, he and his partners always had a good time physically, emotions however were never involved. Tonight he felt raw with emotion for this woman.

  "I'm going to pull out."

  "Ok baby." She practically purred her response.

  Alex slowly pulled out, seeing her wince at the end nearly killed him. He kissed her lazily for a bit. Trying to tell her in that time they kissed how much this experience meant to him.

  "I am going to go clean up, in the bathroom real quick. I'll be right back." He kissed her nose a couple of times. She mumbled something in return.

  Izzy was already half asleep before he even left the bed. When he got to the bathroom, he went to remove the condom, panic set in when he saw the blood covering the prophylactic. Crap, did I hurt her? Is she ok? That's when the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. The barrier he had felt when pushing in, the blood on the condom, he had just taken her virginity.

  How a woman as gorgeous and funny as Izzy could possibly be a virgin at her age baffled him completely. He smiled at the thought of being her first. Being special to her. Unfortunately, two seconds later, his earlier panic returned. Alex damn near collapsed in the bathroom, steadying himself by grabbing onto the counter. Between the connections he felt and the fact she had given him her virginity, Alex was freaking the fuck out over the expectation she would have of him come morning.

  He needed to escape. He wasn't emotionally mature enough to deal with the feelings coming alive within him. He was only 26 years old, not done sowing his wild oats. She deserved someone who could give her 110% of his attention and heart. He was not that man. Not even close. He felt his heart break at the thought of leaving her. The panic, however, was screaming at him louder than his heart for him to run as far and as fast as he could.

  Slowly, he opened the bathroom door. Peeking out to see if she was awake. He let out a breath of relief when he saw Izzy curled up on her side. Her hair flowing over her pillow. Her hands tucked together beneath her head. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses, curled in a slight smile as she slept.

  Alex dressed quickly and quietly. He leaned over the bed, took in her scent one last time. Brushed her hair from her face. Resting his head on hers, he whispered. "I'm so sorry for this, baby. I'm just not ready to love anyone and you deserve all the love in the world." Kissing her cheek quickly. He pulled the cover over her to keep her warm. Grabbing his wallet from the nightstand, Alex left her room, a single tear running down his cheek.

  ~*~*~*~

  Izzy awoke a few hours later. She stretched, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar soreness. Smiling to herself at the memory of the night before. She had finally had sex.

  She knew she should have told him beforehand, but it wasn’t that she had been holding on to her virginity out of any religious belief or waiting for the perfect man. No, for her the opportunity had never presented itself.

  Her parents had passed away, the summer before her freshman year in college. Leaving her devastated and in no mood for romance. After she recovered from the loss, she simply didn’t know how to flirt or be noticed by the opposite sex. A fact that was made worse by her two best friends. Roni, although clumsy as all get out, was a bombshell. Every man’s wet dream come to life. Her other friend Gracey was cute, flirty, outgoing and fun. Izzy took a back seat with the two of them around. Izzy wasn't eye catching or outgoing. She was quiet and reserved. Which equated to be being boring in the eyes of men.

  Jeremy was the first man she had come out of her shell for. He drew her out with his offhand sense of humor and laid back manner. Speaking of the man, she rolled over to find the bed empty and cold to her touch. Sitting up, she looked around the dark room. Seeing no light coming from the bathroom, she leaned over to flick on the lamp on the nightstand. In one heartbreaking moment, Izzy took in the room. Her eyes flicking to the place his clothes should have been, only to see they were gone.

  She tried to keep the hurt from boiling over. Maybe he went to get coffee. Her heart interjected, fighting the blatant truth. Her brain knew the truth. Knew he had used her. Sneaking out in the middle of the night while she slept.

  Tears began to run down her face. Jeremy had been so kind to her. Was it all an act? Izzy thought for a minute, deciding she was going to find out for sure. She threw the blanket off of her naked body. Dressed in the same clothes she had worn the day before and headed for the front desk.

  Izzy knew he was staying at the same hotel, knew his name, that should be good enough for her to find out his room number. Once she figured out what room he was in, she was either going to beg him for an explanation or kick his perfect ass.

  “Hello, how can I help you Ms. Newport?” The overly friendly front desk lady asked with a bright smile. A smile that irked Izzy.

  However, if Izzy was going to get information from the lady she had to match the woman’s sunshine mood. Plastering on a matching smile, Izzy took the most direct route she could. “Good morning, I was supposed to meet Mr. Porter for breakfast, but I overslept and I think I missed him. Can you give me his room number?”

  The lady smiled brightly, too brightly. “I’m sorry Ms. Newport. I can’t give out that information.”

  Figures. “Can you call up to Jeremy and ask him to meet me in the lobby?” She wouldn’t be able to kick his ass in public but she would be able to get answers.

  “Jeremy Porter?”

  “Yes”

  The woman shook her head and typed something on her computer. “I’m sorry Ms. Newport but we have an Alex Porter, staying her
e, no Jeremy Porter.” The woman pointed her well-manicured finger at the screen. “It appears, Alex Porter checked out earlier than expected. He left a few hours ago.”

  Izzy stood there in the middle of the lobby, with her mouth open and shock written clearly on her face. Holding herself up by clenching her hands on the front desk, she held herself together long enough to ask, “Did you say his first name was Alex, not Jeremy?”

  The true nature of Izzy’s need to find the man, clearly dawned on the woman. “Oh, honey. Men are scum.” She patted Izzy's hand and shook her head in silent support.

  All Izzy could do was nod. Mumbling her thanks to the woman, she numbly made it back to her room where she proceeded to empty the mini bar. Drunk as a skunk, she allowed herself the meltdown she deserved to have.

  When she was on her third, or maybe it was her fourth shooter, her friends burst into her room. Laughing, ready for a day on the beach. She knew the moment they saw her, because the laughter stopped and suddenly she was engulfed in a three way hug.

  “Izzy, are you ok? What happened?” Roni’s soft voice encouraged her to talk.

  Gracey took a different approach. “Whose ass do I need to kick?”

  She smiled slightly. She loved these girls. “I was stupid. And naïve. Men suck and all of them should be castrated.” Izzy tried for light hearted humor. Failing miserably.

  “Spill now.” Gracey ordered, grabbing the shooter from Izzy's hand, downing it herself.

  Thirty minutes and a lot more shooters later, she had told her friends all about Jeremy. About him treating her like a princess. About him taking her virginity. About him running out on her as she slept. About him checking out early. She left out the part that his name was not really Jeremy. That embarrassment was for her knowledge alone.

  “He left the hotel? As in, checked out of the hotel?” Roni asked, her voice starting to echo Gracey’s violent tone.

  Izzy rested her head on Roni’s shoulder, too drunk and hurt at this point to keep upright, and nodded. “The first man to show interest in me and I ran him off.”

  “No, that's on him not you! Men are all cocksuckers!” Gracey growled. “Makes a girl want to stock up on batteries for her vibrator and call it a day.”