The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 17
My eyes flutter open and I awake from my amazing slumber. I feel refreshed and just… happy. I've never been ultimately happy before, and I think I have a good reason as to why. A smile forms on my lips when I remember last night's activities.
I turn over, expecting to see the person who brought this happiness to me, but I see only sheets. I frown in confusion and get up, while holding the sheets, looking for Isaac. I don't hear the shower or anyone in the bathroom, but I go check just in case.
Not in there. I walk further out and this amazing smell invades my senses and makes my stomach growl. I hear the movement of pans and utensils in the kitchen area. That can only mean one thing.
I walk out, wrapping the sheets around me. As I walk towards the smell, I can hear music playing softly in the background.
I walk over and see him working in the kitchen, his back towards me, his head bobbing up and down with the beat. I'm not ready to surprise him yet, so I lean against the doorway and watch him, a huge smile plastered on my face.
When he turns around, he doesn't notice me at first, until he brings his eyes up. A huge smile breaks out on his face and makes his features shine even brighter.
His perfectly sculpted torso is on full display, the soft sunlight making his skin almost glow. His hair is a mess, but it just makes him look like a sexy beast.
"Hey babe, you're up," he said, walking around the kitchen island.
I release a breath I didn't know I was holding in until now. He's wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed.
"I thought you left me alone," I said, pouting.
"I would never dream of it. I thought you would be hungry so I decided to make you something to eat. It's just pancakes, but I hope you like it," he said, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Knowing that he values my opinion makes a huge warmth spread throughout my chest. I walk slowly up to him and stand on the tips of my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. He brings his arms around my hips and I pull him down and kiss him. It's soft and sensual, like a good morning kiss.
"Thank you for the pancakes, and don't worry about how they taste. I know I'll love them anyway," I said, after breaking our kiss.
"I know. Everything I touch turns to gold, babe. Didn't you know?" he said smugly.
"Oh, someone became cocky overnight," I said playfully.
"Because someone got laid last night, and not just with anybody, but with the person he loves," he said with a soft smile.
I feel the heat in my cheeks and bury my face in his neck to hide it. He chuckles and kisses me on my forehead.
"Come on love. You need to eat before it gets cold," he said, guiding me to the island.
On the island sits blueberry pancakes and a huge glass of orange juice.
"I wanted to bring it to you in bed, but someone ruined my plans to woo you."
"Woo me?" I asked with curiosity.
"Yeah, I was hoping I could get more of that sweet ass before we leave for my parents," he said, sulking.
"Babe, you don't need to do anything extreme. Just buy me a car and I'm all yours," I said, feigning seriousness.
Then it registers what he said. His parents! Wait, what? Before he opens his mouth, I interject.
"Your parents?" I ask, trying to hide my anxiety.
"What? Oh yeah, we're having a get together for my brother. He came home from Houston for a vacation, so the whole family, me, my sister and our parents will be there. And now you," he said, giving me a small peck on my lips.
"You could have warned me, Isaac! Oh god! I don't have anything to wear. I need…"
"Relax, babe. I got you covered. We'll just go down to the mall and buy you some," he said, shrugging.
I stood there gaping at him like he had grown a second head. Yeah okay, let's just go buy me new clothes, like it costs absolutely nothing.
"You can't just buy me new clothes, Isaac. That's really unnecessary when I have perfectly good clothes at home," I said.
"Yeah, but the mall is much closer. Besides, I like spending money on you," he said, grinning.
"Isaac, I think…"
"Babe, you know I love you, but when I say something, it's best to just let it happen. You wouldn't want me to spank you now, would you?"
I open my mouth to dare him, but that look in his eyes makes me pause. I huff in annoyance and sit down, muttering something under my breath.
"What was that, love?" he said, with a knowing smile on his lips.
"Oh nothing. I just wanted more maple syrup," I said with a huge smile.
"Sure, I'll get it for you," he said, walking towards the counter.
He's going to spank me! Please, like that's going to happen. But I can't push the picture out of my head. It makes me a little hot, so I shake my head and kick it to the back.
I look at him and he still has that knowing smile on his face. Like he knew what I was thinking. Pervert!
"I'm going to jump in the shower while you finish eating, okay," he said, kissing my head.
"Yeah, sure," I said, stuffing my mouth with pancakes.
I hear his footsteps fade and the shower turn on. Then I frown. He didn't ask me to join him. Why? He would take every opportunity to touch and kiss me, but now he doesn't want to shower with me. Well, I'll just hop in anyway.
I finish up my breakfast and put my plate in the sink. I walk toward the bathroom, the sheets trailing behind me. I see the steam pouring out from the bathroom and I enter.
I see his back facing me through the fogged-up glass of the shower door. I drop the sheet to the floor and kick it to the side, then walk towards the sliding door and open it slowly. He doesn't hear me enter until I wrap my arms around his torso.
"You didn't think I'd let you shower alone now, did you," I said smugly.
"I was hoping you wouldn't," he said, turning around.
He palms my cheeks and bends down to kiss me. it's a slow and passionate kiss at first, but quickly escalates too fast and rough, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I don't grant it immediately, but I do when he bites my lip, making me gasp. His tongue dances with mine, making me moan.
I move my hand down to grip him.
"Wait, babe, not now," he said breathlessly after breaking our kiss.
"Why not? Don't you want me?" I asked with unintended insecurity seeping into my voice.
"What? No! Fuck, babe, I want you so bad right now," he said, while cupping my cheeks.
"Then why don't you take me?" I ask, moving my hands over his body seductively.
"Aren't you still sore from last night? I know that was your first time and I don't know if you're still hurting. Shouldn't I give you time to like… I don't know, recover. Because I read somewhere…"
"Isaac," I said with a neutral expression.
"Yeah?" he asked, wearily.
"Fuck me!"
He seems to be contemplating, until he decides to just do it. He dives back in and dominated my mouth, while gripping my ass. He grabs some lotion from the rack and dribbles it all over my ass.
He rubs it in slowly and soothingly, working his way to the middle. When he gets there, he pushes one finger from each hand and starts to thrust slowly, causing me to groan in response.
He stretches me and plays with his fingers, making me whimper. He keeps hitting my sweet spot, making me thrust back and moan wantonly.
He pulls me back and sits down on one of the shower seats, pulling me down with him, my legs on the sides of his thighs.
"Come on, babe, ride me," he said smugly, spanking my ass hard, causing me to whelp.
I glare at him for a second, before the thought of me riding him settles in. I have to say, I love doing it.
He grips his cock, guiding it to my awaiting hole, and I lower myself. I expect the burn so I'm already prepared for it. It still hurts, but I keep going down on him. When he's fully inside me, I give it a second for me to adjust to how big he is. His labored breaths are breezing over my chest, his eyes gazing at me at me with lust and passion, his hands on my ass and hips.
I start to move up and when I come back down, it's like heaven. A shout of pleasure leaves me with how intense it feels. Even more than last night. I don't know if it's because I'm going down on him, but I don't care. I love it! A fucking lot!
I start to ride him full on and a series of moans and whimpers leave me, while I hold on to his shoulders for dear life. I feel his grip tighten on my hips and he starts thrusting up when I come down, causing a huge shock of pleasure to course through me.
"Fuck yes!" I shout.
"Oh god, babe, your ass feels so good," he said, thrusting harder with every word.
I feel myself spiraling towards release and I can't stop myself. I shout his name while ribbons of cum coat his chest and stomach. His thrusts start to become needy and sloppy. It's not long before he goes rigid under me and I feel him cum inside me. He howls out in pleasure while riding the last of his orgasm out.
I slowly climb off him and he follows, standing up as well. We both walk under the shower and clean ourselves off.
I realize how much I love him and I don't ever want that to end.
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