Eventually, I find a more comfortable position, then look her in the eyes. “Ivy, this distance between us is all on me. It’s nothing you’ve done. You’re perfect. Actually, too fucking perfect—”
“I don’t understand. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Friends? That word burns more than I thought it would.
“Yeah… friends.”
She turns up her nose with an exhale. “Then why avoid me? Why not just talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling?”
“I’m not sure what I’m feeling. All I do know is you, as you are, are the most beautiful fucking soul I have ever known. I don’t want to be the one to ruin that.”
Ivy’s eyes begin to glisten, her bottom lip trembling as she moves slowly. I furrow my brows while she climbs onto the bed, sliding in right beside me. Her hand comes up to my face forcing me to look at her. “But maybe I want to be ruined,” she whispers before gently pressing her lips against mine.
My eyes widen as my lips tingle. My muscles stiffen as I try to recover from the shock of her tongue, forcing its way into my mouth, but no, instead, I’m fucking done for. The second I taste her, I lose myself. My eyes clench tight, trying to keep myself under control, but I need to touch her. To feel her. My hand sweeps up into her chestnut hair, my fingers sweeping through the silky strands. My fingers lock around the tendrils, pulling her lips to me harder. Warmth infuses my skin as tingling starts in my chest then spreads outward all over my body. My chest squeezes tight, and my body reacts.
I feel fucking powerful and somehow rendered useless at the same time.
I let out a low moan into her mouth, and she pulls back dramatically, her eyes locking on mine. “I must be hurting you.”
“Don’t stop! The pain is worth it.” I draw her back to me. My lips take possession of hers. Kissing Ivy is taking every ounce of strength in me to keep this tame. But the way her tongue’s caressing mine, the way a light whimper escapes her throat as she leans into me, fuck if she’s not the single sexiest woman on the face of this godforsaken earth.
I have no clue how the hell we’re going to calm this down.
Do I even want to calm it down?
The way Ivy’s kissing me isn’t how you would think your typical virgin should kiss. Not an innocent shy girl, anyway. Ivy’s full of lust, she’s ravenous for me, and I know I’m fucked.
My free hand slides down to her hip, my fingers digging in, the animal in me begging to be set free.
Suddenly, Ivy moves, her leg slides out over the top of me in a straddling position, her pussy sitting right on top of my aching cock as we continue the kiss, which is becoming more aggressive. That little move right there has my balls aching so fucking much right now, overriding the damn pain in my ribs.
My hands slide up her back, holding her to me, her fingers threading through my hair as she grinds down on my cock.
Instant hard-on.
Fuck.
I groan into her mouth, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure deep inside me. All I’ve thought about, all I dream about is having Ivy like this, and now, it’s here.
She grinds down on my cock again. It hardens, even more, feeling like I might come just from her rocking on me this way. It makes me want to throw her on her back and bind her hands together.
My cock pulsates and becomes heavy as the image of Ivy naked, bound and gagged on the bed flashes into my mind. My eyes snap open, my breathing frantic as I gently pull back from our intense- as-fuck kiss.
She’s practically beaming, her lips plump and red.
I stare into her gorgeous brown eyes, my hand moving to caress the side of her face as I pant for much-needed breaths. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so fucking long.”
Ivy lights up, smiling as if she can hardly contain herself. “It was worth the wait.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’m not sure if I’m the man you need, Ivy. The man you deserve.”
She runs her hand along my chest, stopping just above my heart, the move gentle and caring as her beautiful big doe eyes meet mine. “Try…”
Unsure about how to proceed, I exhale. All I want is Ivy, but I know if I do this, I must proceed with caution. “The thing is, Ivy, your virtue is an issue for me.”
She recoils as if I’ve offended her. “You’re scared of this, of us… because I’m a virgin?”
“I honestly don’t know if I can give you the kind of experiences you deserve.”
“Void, I don’t need anything special… I simply want you.”
My body warms at her words, so I pull her off me to sit on the side of the bed. Having her on top of me is too distracting right now. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you, Ivy. You need that.”
She scoffs, scrunching up her face. “Says who? Why do you think I can’t handle who you are, Void? I’ve bricked a man up behind a wall, sealing him to his death. I grow crops of weed for a living right next to my bedroom. I live in an underground bunker with dead and decaying bodies hidden inside the walls. What makes you think for a single second I’m this sweet innocent flower?”
Ivy tied naked to a wooden cross while she submits to my every desire flashes through my mind like the degenerate I am. I shake my head, ridding Ivy from intruding and mixing with images of my fucking past. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t. Stop pushing me away. Let. Me. In!”
“Spend less time with Dash?”
“He’s a friend. Plus, we work together. How can I spend less time with him?”
“He likes you,” I reply.
“No, he doesn’t—”
“Yes, he does. How could he not?”
She narrows her eyes in on me cheekily. “Are you saying you like me?”
“Don’t change the subject here, Iv—”
“You’re avoiding the question, Void.”
I groan. “I think it’s clear that I like you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be worried about hurting you.”
She leans in, gently kissing my lips. “I like you, too.”
Rolling my eyes, it’s like we’re in fucking high school, and I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment that she has said that to me.
Ivy stands from the bed, then she moves for the door. “I’m gonna get something for you to eat, okay?”
I make a gesture to follow, but she throws her hands out. “Stop! You stay put and rest. I got this.”
I nod then slump back on the bed.
She opens the door and walks out, closing it behind her.
Did that just happen?
Or am I still tripping?
I press my hand against my hard cock. “Yeah, that just happened.”
The problem is eventually, Ivy’s going to want to go further, so I’m going to need an action plan for that day to try to keep myself in check.
My door swings open with force as my eyes shift up, expecting Ivy to walk in, but it’s Nycto. Frown lines mar his face as he strolls in. He slumps into the desk chair, rolling it over to the bed, then kicks his feet up onto the edge of the mattress, making himself perfectly at home. Folding his arms over his chest, he lets out a grumble of expletives under his breath as I wait for what I know is coming next.
“Can you fathom… how damn stupid it was for you to ride with alcohol and drugs in your system? Riding under the influence, you fucking idiot! You’re lucky there was no one around to witness that shit happen.”