The One

It’s a risk, but it’s a risk that feels more right than wrong, and I don’t understand it.

Before I come down completely from my orgasm, Van pulls out, his rough hands pulling my shaking legs down and he’s once again centered his mouth on top of my battered pussy.

“I’m addicted to you already.” He eyes me from between my legs. “This cunt of yours has magical powers it seems. And I’m at its mercy.”

He smiles then, his tongue moving inside, caressing me where his gigantic cock was just a moment ago. His tongue and mouth feel cool against the heat of my pussy, and I feel him sucking our combined juices out of my warmth.

It’s more erotic than I could imagine. Knowing he’s not only willing but seems so joyful to be eating me and swallowing both of us at the same time. He’s completely sexually confident, unapologetic, just as he seems to be in the rest of his life.

And for a moment, once again the reason why casts a shadow and this time I chase it away faster, unwilling to care about anything but his soft tongue lapping at my sore opening.

“So good,” he moans as he nips and licks. Then, his tongue is fucking me, deep and strong and before I know it, I’m going off again, rolling through another orgasm that darkens my vision and turns my fingers to claws.

“God, I can’t stop it…” I gasp and grip his hair.

My legs and body shake as another massive orgasm takes away any thoughts. Any sounds. The world disappears around me, and I feel my body gush onto his face.

He grunts and moans in pleasure as I drench us both and the bed. Again.

I’m half delirious when he scoops me up, and in the next minute he’s got me in the shower, my back plastered against the cool marble wall with him on his knees before me, bending one of my legs up and onto one of his thick shoulders so he can feast on me to another orgasm.

“Okay, God, please stop… I can’t stand.” My legs quiver and I have to reach down to steady myself with one hand on his open shoulder and the other on the top of his head. The warm water rolls down my body, soothing and washing away the gallon of sweat.

Van lowers my leg, rising in front of me, his enormous hands running up my belly, over my chest, then down my back as he steadies me.

“When you can’t stand, I’ll hold you up, Issi. Let me be the one that holds you up.”

One hand swoops up my back to tangle in my hair. I feel so protected and for the first time—I think in my life—I want to give him what he wants.

I want him to be the one to hold me up when I feel like I can’t stand. I want someone to be there for me.

And I want it to be him.

Fourteen

Van

AFTER OUR SHOWER, I ordered a quick breakfast, and then to my disappointment, I had to get back to the job site and meet with the EPA.

I’ve been down this road before, but this time they are pulling out all the stops and making my life hell.

Besides that, the threat of criminal charges is still hanging in the air, and that’s something I’ve never dealt with before. I’ve been with the government drones for going on three hours now, and all I want to do is get back to Issi and tell her and show her just what she means to me.

Being with her, making love to her, knowing she is close by…right now that’s the only thing keeping me from blowing my top.

“We’ll be in touch. Don’t go far.” Davis, the lead on the EPA team, gathers up the paperwork I handed over with all the drilling logs, the gas sensor readings and every other fucking piece of paper they demanded.

“I’ll be here waiting patiently.” I do my best to keep the snark out of my voice but fail.

These guys are pushing this issue farther than I’ve ever heard of before and if this goes badly, they could shut me down for good. My entire life has been spent growing this business, and the sick feeling in my stomach tells me this is serious.

When the suits finally leave the drill shack, Jack takes a seat across the table from me and shakes his head.

“What is this bullshit?”

“Beats me.”

“They’ve never come down this hard on something like this. I mean, shit happens you know? We followed protocol to the letter. We have remediation insurance to compensate for the losses but if they fucking shut us down, Van… We have ten other wells drilling right now. I’ve never heard of them shutting down an entire operation for a standard H2S gas pocket.”