My free hand moves to her waist, pulling her on and off me. She feels so fucking good as my fingers in her hair keep her head pulled back.
After this build-up, I don’t think it’s going to last too long for either of us. So, I thrust deep inside of her, pull back, rotate a little, then thrust back in.
“Fuck, Cade!”
A slow smile crosses my face. I’ve been trying to keep this part of me hidden from her, but she’s accepting me so openly and freely now. I hope she can take all of me the further we delve into my sexual expectations.
Her walls clamp around my cock, and I know she’s close as I pump into her harder.
“You want to come, Ivy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I yank on her hair, which elicits a pleasure-filled moan. “That’s not how you answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
My free hand slides down finding her clit. She writhes against me as I circle, bringing her closer to climax. My balls pull up feeling her tighten around me. Ivy pants, her breaths are more frantic, her skin slickening, the same time the tingle starts in my spine.
I’m so fucking close.
“Don’t you come until I tell you to.”
Ivy pants as I feel the pressure build from the tips of my toes all the way to my balls. She’s writhing, bucking like a damn bronco to get her release.
My balls pull up, and I throw my head back letting out a guttural groan. “Now, Ivy!”
Her pussy clenches around my cock, draining me for all I’m worth. My cock throbs, tensing as my muscles constrict, and then my entire body erupts as I come so fucking hard I can hardly contain myself. “Fuuuck!”
Everything in me is completely spent as I pull out and drop to the ground beside her.
She flops next to me as we both look up at the sky, panting for breath.
“That… was… amazing.”
I turn my head taking in the look of awe crossing her features. “I didn’t hurt you?” I ask while caressing her hair.
“Hurt me? You hurt me real good, Void.”
She knew. She knew that at this moment, I needed to be me again.
Not Cade from moments ago.
That’s why I can never let her go.
I don’t think my heart could take it.
“I came inside you. I fucked up,” I admit.
“A few weeks before we left, Eva gave me a packet of her contraceptive pills. I’ve been taking them.” She smiles.
I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. “I need to thank Eva, but right now, let’s go inside and shower. We’ve both had a big day, and I think we need to unwind a bit more… together.”
Ivy rolls on her side, facing me. “I’m sorry I scared you… in the water. I don’t know why, but I wanted to float in it because it all got a little too much for me for a moment there.”
“When shit gets hard, when your mind can’t take the load, talk to me. We’re a team. We’re in this together. I don’t ever want to see something like that again. It scared the living hell out of me, Ivy.”
“I know, and it won’t happen again. I promise I’ll come to you. It’s you and me against the world.”
“Yeah, baby, you and me.”
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. She gives me peace, but I can’t help my mind drifting to the flashes of white I saw before Ivy came back to me. I don’t know if my head is playing tricks on me, or if this is something I need to talk to Nycto about.
But right now, this is not the time to think about this shit while I am cuddling Ivy, so I let the white vision drift from my mind.
Chapter Nineteen
Void
After showering and getting ourselves warm, we’re all fucking snuggled up on the sofa. Ivy’s got her legs over mine, and her body’s draped against me. I swear I’ve never been the type of man who was into affection. It was drilled into me from an early age that tenderness wasn’t even a thing. It was all about sex, doing what had to be done, then leaving. So, needless to say, cuddling with a woman is new territory for me. I might have been a lot of Ivy’s firsts, but fuck if she isn’t getting a few of mine as well.
My fingers play with her hair as I let out a contented sigh.
Ivy glances up at me. “That sounded contemplative.”
“I was just thinking of how you’re changing me.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“I’ve never been the type of guy to admit when I like someone. Hell, I’ve never been the type of guy to even like someone, so this…” I wave my hand around us, “… is all new to me.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, this is kind of new to me, too, but I’m glad we’re experiencing it together.”
Leaning in, I kiss her, my hand running through her hair, holding her to me.
For so long, actually most of my life, I’ve been a void, completely empty inside, lacking empathy and emotion for anyone or anything, until Ivy.
I had no clue how the world could change, how colors could seem brighter, how sounds could be clearer. Everything is simply better with someone in your life who means fucking everything to me.
The problem with that, it means you also have something significant to lose.
And that makes you weak.
Ivy gives me strength, but she’s also my single greatest weakness.
Three Days Later
It’s so nice to be back in Ivy’s good graces. I thought for a second, we were going to be spending the rest of our stay here with her angry at me, but with us fucking on the bank of the creek, it pulled us back to each other. It’s what we needed. We have got to be united in this because we work better as a team.
Today, though, has me on edge. I’ve had no word from Nycto, the club for all I know could be fending off an attack right now. So, I’m doing my best to keep Ivy occupied. We’re on the sofa watching television. I’m wrapped around her, trying to keep her as calm as possible when the floorboards on the porch outside creek.
Ivy and I both shoot our eyes to the front door.
I ease Ivy off me slowly, not making any sudden movements. “Go to the panic room. Don’t come out until I come get you,” I whisper as we both stand quietly. I draw out my gun as she turns with nothing but fear in her eyes. “Go!” I mouth.
Ivy grimaces, then starts running.
Before I even make it to the front door, it bursts open. Men wearing the same white slacks and white shirts my father used to make us wear surge inside, all with guns aimed directly at me. I point mine back, but honestly, there’s nothing I can do. There’s way too fucking many of them.
A disciple signals to the others, and they rush me. I grit my teeth as one of them grabs my gun from my hand, the others pull me over to the kitchen chair, slamming me down on it. I try to fight them, but they pull wire ties out of their pockets, tying my wrists together behind my back as I let out a low growl.
“Whatever you want, you won’t find it here!”
The ringleader chuckles. “We already have.” He waves his hand through the air, and another disciple comes from down the hall dragging a gagged and bound Ivy behind him. Her eyes are fraught with fear as she tries to fight them off. I thrash about on the chair in an attempt to get to her, but the disciple holds me in place.