Iz Fucks Her Way To The Top: Ep 1 Pt. 2

Peter pulled out his phone. The light from the screen cut through the darkness of the club, blinding him for a moment. He began trying to type his address, but the K made him clumsy. Iz snatched the phone from his hands.

“Tell me the address.” Iz demanded.

Peter rattled off the address and Iz called the car.

“I should have expected you to live somewhere posh.” Iz smirked at Peter.

“What, is it that bad?” Peter looked at her concerned.

“I’ll just have to ask you for a higher raise.” Iz chuckled deviously.

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They sat in silence during their Uber drive to Peter’s house, coming down from the ketamine as the molly began creeping across their bodies. They got out. Peter already had his keys in hand and ready. He opened the door, waiting in the doorway for Iz. She pushed past him coldly and stepped into his loft. She paused in the entryway to take off her shoes. Peter looked at her and followed suit removing his shoes. He stood up and walked swiftly to Iz. He gathered her against his chest, a hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, his other hand reached down between her legs, feeling for a gap between her leg and the leg of her shorts. His fingers nudged into an opening and began teasing her pussy as he returned to kissing her neck. Iz absorbed his touch, running her fingers through his hair.

“You’re so wet.” Peter remarked as he plied his way into Iz’s panties. He slipped his index finger inside her and Iz gasped. With his thumb he traced tiny circles around her clit while rocking his hand into her. Iz trembled. Peter extracted his hand and licked his fingers.

“Let’s go to the living room.” Peter directed.

Iz obeyed, eyeing him. She normally wasn’t one to obey, but she wanted him to continue what he was doing.

“Now take off your shorts.” Peter commanded from the edge of the couch, waiting.

Iz held his gaze and unbuttoned her shorts, allowing them to drop to the ground below her.

“Sit on my lap.” Peter sat back with his legs spread, his erection stretching the fabric of his pants. Again, Iz obeyed. She sat on his leg, and he leaned forward, lightly kissing along her spine as he snaked one hand into her panties. He plied her clit with his knuckles, dipping in and out of her opening. He turned Iz so that he could drape her arm over his shoulder. He bit her armpit and leaned to suck on a nipple. Iz tightened around his knuckle and moaned.

“Oh my god, Peter. What are you doing to me?” Iz gasped. She reached to hold onto him, her whole body trembling. Peter darted the tip of his tongue around her nipple. He pressed deeper inside of her and began dipping in and out, faster and faster. Iz was melting. Her moans came as if from beyond her body. She felt her orgasm creeping up on her. In a shock it poured across her body. She grinded her hips against Peter’s hand, wanting more, wanting to be filled. She opened her eyes, overwhelmed. She wanted to taste him. Iz got on her knees and undid Peter’s pants. His cock swung out, precum beading from the tip. Iz wrapped her lips around him, savoring the salty liquid.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Peter's eyes widened as his eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed in a sharp inhale. His hips bucked forward, dipping deeper into Iz’s mouth. His hands ran through his hair. Iz paused with her tongue out, gently lapping at the head of his cock, to look at Peter. His eyes were wild, wide open and begging. He tenderly gathered her hair with one hand and held it out of the way. Iz smiled internally. It was an intimate gesture. Was this something more? She took her time, feeling his shaft in her mouth, lapping at his balls, drawing circles with her tongue around the head.

“Stop!” Peter pulled away and stood up, tugging at his balls, trying to hold back from coming. Iz smirked as he squirmed.

“You sure?” Iz teased.

“Get on all fours.” Peter directed. Iz acquiesced and got on her hands and knees. Peter laid a hand on her upper back, “Now lower.”

Iz sensed Peter kneeling behind her. She shut her eyes, anticipating the sensation of his head budding through her lips, his shaft filling her. Peter placed his hands on her haunches and spread her open. She wanted him. She was ready, but instead of his stiff cock inside of her, a shock rippled through her as Peter’s tongue poked into her ass. Iz was paralyzed, overwhelmed by the sensation, embarrassed to have her boss’s face buried in her ass. Her nipples rose, she felt goosebumps creep across her body. Her mouth watered. Peter pushed her forward and took one hand from her hip to stroke himself. He placed the flat of his thumb against her asshole and pressed gently, licking and pressing, drawing circles around her anal opening. Iz felt dizzy. Peter pressed deeper. Everything was wet. Iz opened. Peter extended his finger into her, turning it slowly, hooking it to press into her g-spot. Iz sharply inhaled. What was happening? Suddenly nothing was hidden or off limits? But it wasn’t bad. Iz felt a swell of emotions. Peter paused, sensing the change. He pulled out and kissed across her hips, up her back, burrowing his nose into the back of her neck. He draped his body over hers. She could smell herself on his face. It was comforting and intimate.

“You’re incredible.” Peter whispered.

“Am I?” Iz asked softly.

“So incredible.” Peter rested his forehead against the back of her head.

“Fuck me.” Iz whispered.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked.

“I want you inside of me.” Iz said with finality.

Peter’s cock stiffened, brushing against Iz’s inner thigh, dripping onto her soft flesh. He kissed the back of her neck and grabbed his shaft, guiding his cock toward Iz’s lips. As they brushed, a moan escaped from Peter’s throat. He rubbed himself between her lips, on the edge of coming. It was unreal. He dipped his head in.

“Oh, baby. Oh my god…” Peter grunted squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fill me.” Iz exhaled.

Peter thrust into her, enveloped in her warmth and wetness. He felt faint, it was better than he'd imagined. Her skin smelled sweet. He wanted to consume every inch of her. He wanted to hold her in his mouth and penetrate her. His hands grasped about her body, cupping and kneading. He bit her back, wanting to leave a mark, something to return to, to affirm that the night had happened. He wanted a visible claim on her body. Iz moaned, enjoying the little pinch of pain. Peter slowly thrust into Iz, feeling her wetness drip onto his balls, listening to the sound of their bodies meeting. He felt her breath rising and falling in her chest. With one hand he lightly tickled her clitoris, intermittently bringing his fingers to his lips to taste her. He wanted her on his face. He wanted her smell to seep into his skin.

“You’re mine.” The words escaped from his lips before he knew what he was saying. Peter worried it was too forward. He began to apologize, but Iz stopped him.

“Take me. I’m yours.”

Iz’s body prostrated before him felt like an offering.

“Turn over.” Peter coaxed gently. He pulled out so that she could move below him. Iz rolled onto her back and looked at him. Peter opened her legs, holding her gaze, searching for a confirmation. Iz could read what he wanted. She nodded at him and caressed his face.

“Kiss me.” Iz demanded. She grabbed his penis and guided it into her. Peter’s eyes rolled back. Iz leaned up to catch his lips. They searched each other’s lips, the tips of their tongues touching, feeling each other’s humid breath. Peter slid in and out of Iz, his hips against hers.

“Baby, you feel so good.” Peter gathered her earlobe between his teeth.

Iz nestled into his shoulder, taking in his scent, bathing in his warmth. She felt their sweat mingling against her belly.

“Baby, I’m so close.” Peter looked distressed, “Where should I come?” He searched Iz’s face, holding his breath.

“Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up with your come.” Iz said, an intensity in her eyes.

“Are you sure, baby? Are you sure?” Peter could hardly breathe. Her words alone almost took him beyond the point of no return, but he held on as if for dear life.

“Fill me with your come.” Iz repeated. Peter’s eyes widened. His breath grew more ragged. His hands gripped onto her body.

“Baby, I’m coming. Baby, I’m filling you up. Oh my god. Baby, I’m coming!” Peter’s eyes shut and his mouth opened in a gasp. Iz could feel his hot semen shooting into her. His body grew limp. His cock pulsed inside of her. Iz wrapped her arms around Peter and held him against her.

“Oh my god,” Peter blinked as if suddenly awake, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can’t believe I just let you come inside of me.” Iz murmured into Peter’s hair.

“Is this okay? Are you okay?” Peter lifted himself to assess Iz’s expression.

“I think so.” Iz smiled. It was a softer smile than Peter had ever seen from her before.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be— I mean,” Peter inhaled sharply, searching for words, “I just— I know this is incredibly inappropriate.”

“It is.” Iz grinned, mischievously, “But on the other hand, it’s going to make work much more interesting.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, questioning.

“Will this ever happen again?” He inquired, “Do I have to go back to pretending nothing is going on?”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” Iz probed.

“You want the truth?” Peter asked.

“Yes.” Iz answered seriously.

“Since your interview. But I tried so hard to keep it professional, because you’re great at your job. I didn’t want to take away from your experience, and you bring so much to the company— I”

“Let’s not talk about work.” Iz cut him off.

“You’re right.” Peter eased back, “But you still haven’t answered me.”

Iz raised an eyebrow and winked at him.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Iz kissed him lightly on the lips, then again more firmly, with a tenderness that promised everything while her words promised nothing.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Iz asked as she leapt up.

“It’s, uh, to the left. First door.” Peter gestured, watching Iz disappear behind him. Her shirt hung lazily from her curves, her taught bottom peeking out below. He thought he saw something glisten between her thighs. Maybe he was searching. He stood up and went to the kitchen to wash his face. He stared down at the backsplash as he let the water run. He needed to steady himself. He had made a move, and it had worked out. He was incredulous. He grabbed a towel from the dryer to wipe his face. He listened to Iz rustle about in the bathroom. A million questions played through his head. What was he doing? Would she leave now? Should he offer to let her stay? Was she hungry? Would she kiss him goodbye?

Iz reemerged behind him. He could feel her gaze burrowing into his neck, waiting. He turned slowly. Iz was staring down at his penis with a determined expression. She lifted her shirt over her head. Peter’s heart skipped.

“Wash your dick.” Iz smirked at him.

“Um… I can do that.” Peter briefly glanced at the kitchen sink, deciding the most graceful solution was popping into the bathroom himself. He ran a shower, and hurried through rinsing himself off, convinced she would be gone by the time he got out. Peter felt nauseous, panic cold in his chest. He hurried to dry himself enough to check if Iz was still there. To his relief, she stood beside his bookshelf, inspecting his collection. He snuck back into the bathroom, quietly releasing a slow exhale. He finished drying himself and walked back out.

“Better.” Iz smiled obtusely.

“Can I get you anything?” Peter offered.

“Come here.” Iz held out her hand and Peter walked forward eagerly to take it. “Lay with me.”

Iz pulled him to the couch and gestured where she wanted him to lie down. Peter acquiesced, rolling onto his back instinctively. Iz laid against him, facing away. Peter rolled over to curl around her. He traced his fingertips across her shoulder, down her arm, brushing her wrist, onto her leg and circled back. He inhaled into her hair. The scent brought him back into his body. He felt her bare skin against his, her warmth, her pliable flesh. He felt her ass against him, his cock stiffened and flipped up, poking Iz’s lips. She was wet. Was it arousal or was she still dripping with his come? The idea pulsed through him. She was full of his come. He began thrusting against her, unconsciously. He reached around to play with her, to feel her wetness, pulled as if by an invisible thread. Iz pressed back against him, reaching behind her to grab his shaft and direct him into her. He penetrated her, sliding into her body as he hooked a finger inside of her alongside his cock. Iz felt her vulva stretching, opening. She felt an intensity of fullness. She moaned, breathing into the new sensation. Peter moved from slow, shallow thrusts to faster, more desperate plunges deep into Iz. Iz surrendered to him, allowing herself to be guided by his touch.

“You make me so hard, baby. I had to fill you with my cock. I needed to slide my cock into your pretty little pussy.” Peter said, licking Iz’s neck.

Iz pulled away and stood up, jolting Peter. Before he knew what she was doing, Iz was straddling his face.

“Shut up and lick me.” She squeezed her thighs around his head. For a moment, he thought he was suffocating. He felt her mouth around his dick and found his breath. He began teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue, rapidly flicking across her opening. He felt for her clit. When he found her little pearl, he sucked it, feeling it inflate and harden in his mouth. Iz pressed against his mouth. Peter began drawing quick flicks across her clit, sucking and flicking as Iz grew hot, sweat forming between her thighs. She took Peter’s cock deep into her mouth, down her throat, her tongue grazing his stomach, then pulled back, lazily drawing circles around the head of his penis like a lollipop. He was purple with blood swelling inside of him. Iz had to stop. She froze as Peter thrust into her mouth. It felt too good. She could feel herself reaching the edge. She dug her fingernails into Peter’s thighs, grinding against his chin.

“I’m gonna come!” Iz felt her vulva clenching and unclenching as the orgasm shook through her. She hopped from his face onto his erection and rode him with her eyes closed, sliding up and down as her pussy closed around him, squeezing him. He bit his lip to keep from coming. She was entranced as the pleasure cascaded over her body. He grabbed her hips to lift her and began fucking her hard, their thighs slapping together. Each thrust prolonged her orgasm, she felt it rippling on and on, each thrust activating a new aspect of her pleasure. Peter watched her ecstasy, breathless.

“Fuck me, daddy! Oh my god, fuck me! Fuck me! I’m coming so hard, don’t fucking stop!” Iz gasped, her breast cupped in one hand, rolling her nipple between her fingers.

It was too much. Iz was coming on his dick; calling him “daddy;” and she looked incredibly hot riding him.

“Fuck, baby I’m coming! Oh my god, you feel too good baby! Your pussy’s too good!” Peter gushed into her. Iz pulled his hand to her lower belly. She needed to feel grounded. Her head was dizzy. She collapsed against his chest, tears wet against her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Peter questioned, alarmed.

“Sometimes I come so hard I cry.” Iz stated flatly, brushing away the wetness from her cheeks.

“That’s good to know.”

Iz raised an eyebrow from where she was nestled out of view, tucked into his neck.

“You know, you can stay if you want to.” Peter murmured as he ran his fingers up and down Iz’s back.

“You just want to fuck me again.” Iz accused, seeing if he would take the bait.

“Well yes... but I’d also like to wake up beside you. Bring you breakfast,” Peter kissed her cheek and whispered, “And then fuck you.”

“You’re so bad. I could ruin you.” Iz giggled. Peter lifted her face to look at his. The intensity in his eyes pierced her.

“Ruin me.” He challenged. He kissed from her forehead to her chin. Iz shut her eyes.