Insta Lovers: A Collection of Steamy Novellas

by J. L. Beck

  “No. Please stay.” I might need someone to hold my hand for this. I take a deep breath and hit the green call button. The dial tone booms in my ear, and after the third ring, my mom answers.

  “Who is this?” Disdain coats her words.

  Who answers a phone like that?

  “Mom, it’s me…” I reply in a rush, my eyes on Bishop’s green ones the whole time.

  “Ivy! What in the world were you thinking? You’ve ruined everything. You know how important this was to our family,” my mom yells into the phone so loud, I have to hold it a few inches away from my ear. “Tell me where you are right this second so we can come pick you up. You better get ready to beg Joseph to give you another chance. He has been more than gracious, and you just run out on him like a spoiled little brat.”

  My hands start to shake, and tears fall from my eyes. I did nothing wrong, and she’s so angry, so hateful. Before I can get a single syllable out, Bishop takes the phone from my hand.

  “How dare you talk to her like that. And what kind of mother are you anyway, forcing your daughter to marry a guy just for money—a guy who fucked some slut in a church on their supposed wedding day. She deserves better than you and your crappy wants and needs.”

  My mother gasps, and I hold my breath for the retaliation that’s about to come out of her mouth.

  “I don’t know who you think you are, but if you took our daughter, we will be calling the police on you.”

  Bishop merely laughs. “Your daughter is of legal age and very capable of making her own choices. Maybe if you had asked her what she wanted, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

  “You do not know me or my daughter. Put my daughter back on the phone right—”

  “I’ll put your daughter back on the phone when you tell me you’ll stop treating her like shit,” Bishop interrupts. His dedication to protect me makes my heart so full, and confirms he’s the one for me. “Talk to her with the respect she deserves, or I hang up the phone.”

  “Fine,” my mom growls, clearly unhappy someone would demand respect from her when she thinks she is better than everybody else.

  Bishop hands the phone back to me. “Only if you want to talk to her, Bambi,” he whispers.

  I nod, trying to force a smile, but I can’t get my lips to even twitch up the slightest. I take the phone from him and hold it to my ear again.

  “Mom…” an uneasiness fills my belly.

  “Ivy, just come talk to us. Meet us for dinner. We can sort things out and make everything right again.” I can hear her voice strain and I know the amount of effort it’s taking her to keep her voice calm and control her emotions.

  “And by right, you mean force me to marry Joseph?” Simply saying his name makes my want to vomit.

  “Ivy, just come home and we’ll talk about this. Everything can go back to normal.”

  “Mom, I’m with Bishop. I’m not going to marry Joseph or anybody else. I’m not coming back. I’m staying here—for good.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t just move out. What about all your things—your clothes, your shoes?” I could care less about all the superficial things.

  “I don’t care about any of that.”

  My mom completely ignores my statement and carries on. “Who is this Bishop guy anyway? Did he kidnap you? Brainwash you? He is incredibly rude. How could you possibly let him talk to your mother the way he did?” My mother is going off on a tirade. The only way I’m going to get her or my father to leave me alone will be to agree to this stupid dinner.

  I’ll need to show up, and prove I’m not weak and no longer going to live under their thumbs.

  “I will agree to meet with you, but only if Bishop agrees to come with.”

  “Seriously, Ivy! I do not know who you think you are, but you’re not in a situation to be…”

  “Enough, Mother. That’s the only option you’re getting.” The strength in my voice is terrifying and makes me feel like I have control over my life for once.

  “Whatever. Bring him with, but you will not be leaving with him. Mark my words, Ivy, I will take every single thing from you.”

  “Don’t bother. You already have,” I growl into the phone. “Send me a text to the number with where you want to meet and at what time. And no, I will not be going home with you, so save yourself the energy of trying to convince me otherwise. I’ve found someone who won’t pawn me off—someone who doesn’t care about what I can do for him.”

  My body starts to shake, and I hang up the phone before she gets a chance to respond. I don’t want to hear her response or her voice right now. The tears start to fall all on their own, sliding down my cheeks, leaving a cold streak behind. I fist the sheets, attempting to figure out why I’m crying.

  Maybe because I’ve finally broken free of my parents hold, or maybe it’s because I’ve finally found my forever. Or maybe it’s just the weight of everything in the last twenty-four hours. I can’t really pinpoint what’s causing my emotions to spiral out of control. All I know is I need to cry.

  “Fuck. Don’t cry, Ivy.” Bishop’s soft voice meets my ears. “Hold on. I’m going to go clean this off. I’ll be right back.” He rushes off to the bathroom, and I burrow myself into the sheets. I don’t want Bishop to think I’m weak, that these tears are for my parents, because they aren’t. A second later, I feel the mattress dip as he crawls into bed. He pulls the sheets up and over us, then turns me, pulling me into his muscled chest.

  The smell of soap and aftershave meets my nostrils, and I burrow deeper, as if I can bury myself in his skin.

  “I love you. I love you so much.” I sob against his skin, staining it with my tears. He tightens his hold on me and runs his huge hand up and down my back to soothe me. And god, does it ever.

  “Shhh, Bambi, you’re safe in my arms. They will never touch you so long as I’m breathing. They will never control you again. Never. You’re worthy of so much more than she says. I will always protect and cherish you. I will always love you as you should be loved.” He speaks softly against my ear, and I cry harder. My eyes start to hurt, and my head pounds.

  I know he means each word he says, and I think that makes me love him even more.

  He wants me for me.

  He loves me for me.

  Eventually, the tears subside, and I fall asleep in his strong embrace, wondering what the future will bring for us and how love found me on what was supposed to be the worst day of my life.

  40

  Bishop

  Waking up with Ivy beside me will never get old, and I truly wonder how the hell I ever slept alone before she came along. I clutch her to my chest, never wanting to let her go. Every tear she wept last night pierced my heart like a dull butter knife sinking deep into my flesh.

  I felt so fucking helpless, and I hated it. Hated that there wasn’t anything I could do but hold her. Knowing we will have to go see her shitty parents today leaves a sour taste in my mouth. It’s the last place I want to take her, but it’s what she needs to do. She needs closure—needs to be able to look her parents in the eyes and tell them to fuck off.

  My gaze drops down to her sleeping form beside me. Her blonde hair sticks to the side of her head, her lips slightly parted, and there’s a tiny frown marring her forehead. I wonder if she’s having a bad dream, or if going to sleep with her parents on her mind put it there. Either way, I want to run my fingers over it until it's gone. I don’t want to see her frown. I only ever want to see her smile.

  I’m going to give you something to smile about.

  As gently as I can, I peel myself from her and pull away the blanket. Fuck, she is so beautiful. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to seeing her naked. My cock hardens to steel in record time, and all I’ve done is look at her.

  Scooting down the bed, I position myself between her legs, nudging her thighs apart until her perfect little pussy is on full display and ready for me to feast on. I lower my head until I’m an inch away from her pink cent
er, and her sweet scent tickles my nose.

  I moan before I even take the first lick, the image of her before me making my mouth water. I close the distance between us and drag my tongue right across her center, from her tight hole and up to her clit. She stirs beneath me and lets out a soft moan. When I look up and over her mound to her face, I find her eyes still closed.

  You are about the get the wakeup call of a lifetime.

  A gentle as I can be, I continue caressing her clit, teasing, nibbling and sucking on it lightly. More moans fall from her lips as her body starts moving restlessly against the sheets. Her sweet moans and soft cries have a direct line to my dick, and I wonder if I could come only from listening to her.

  Her legs part farther, giving me even better access, and I smile against her pussy. Even she knows what she needs. My eyes never leave her face, and when I start sucking on her clit a little harder, her eyes finally open. Her pale blue eyes lock onto mine, a searing heat reflecting back at me as a smile spreads across her face, banishing the frown from earlier.

  Mmm, yes, that’s exactly what I want. That smile—always a smile.

  I continue eating her out like it’s my last meal. I feel and taste her growing wetter with every stroke of my tongue, and it leaves me frenzied with need. I grab the backs of her thighs and bend her knees to open her up for me. I dip my tongue into her tight hole, swirling it around, feeling as she quivers around me. Her walls squeeze me, sending a tingle down my spine. When I pull out of her, she makes a disapproving noise, and pushes my head back toward her dripping entrance.

  “Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m not done.” I chuckle, lifting her lower half off the bed. I place my tongue right over her puckered little asshole, feeling her whole body tremble beneath my touch. I’ve had her pussy, her mouth, and soon, I’ll have that tight little virgin asshole too.

  “Ooohhh...that feels…” She pants so hard, she barely gets the words out. Fuck, the things I want to do to her. All the pleasure I want to give her.

  I massage her forbidden hole with my tongue, trying to dip in, but the tight ring of muscles won't give…not yet. I move back up to her entrance, diving in as deep as I can before continuing to travel back to her clit.

  Placing her back down onto the mattress, I release her thighs. While I suck on her clit, I slip my hand underneath her and press my thumb to her puckered asshole and massage the tense muscles. The sensations of my finger on her ass and tongue lashing her clit has my sweet Ivy thrashing and clawing at the bed sheets. She mumbles something indecipherable under her breath, and it makes me smile knowing I’ve given her pleasure beyond words.

  I keep my tongue against her clit, flicking the tiny bead while stimulating her ass with her thumb. When her legs start to shake and her hips rise off the bed, I know she’s close. I can feel her sticky honey dripping down her slit between her ass cheeks. I use that extra wetness to push into her tight hole, driving her over the edge.

  With a guttural cry of pleasure, her back arches off the bed, her sweet cream gushing out on my tongue as her orgasm wrecks her whole body. I lick up every drop of her release and feel every throb of her clit before I pull the tip of my thumb out of her asshole and move up her body.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Bambi,” I whisper against her flesh as I pepper kisses over every exposed inch of skin. I revel in her pleasure and taste as it lingers in my mouth. When I reach her heaving breasts, I give each one equal attention, sucking on one dusky pink nipple while I massage the other. I alternate between the two, leaving both hard, just like my cock.

  By the time I make it all the way up her body, her breathing is somewhat normal again. I kiss her mouth, running my tongue across her bottom lip. She parts her pink lips for me, and I massage her tongue with my own, letting her taste her sweet cream.

  “You like tasting yourself?” I ask between kisses. “You like how I woke you up?”

  “Yes...I like a lot of things you do to me,” she says seductively.

  “I think you like all of it...and I haven't even done half the things I want to do to you. You just wait, I’ll have you tainted in no time.”

  “You are right. I like all the things you do to me, because everything you do feels amazing. Can you wake me up like this every morning?”

  “Every morning for the rest of our lives…” She wiggles underneath me, and my cock rubs against her inner thigh.

  “Are you sore from all this fucking we’ve been doing, or can you handle my cock again?”

  “Yes, I want y—” I don’t even let her finish. Thrusting up, I bury myself to the hilt inside of her, stopping only once my balls hit her ass. Her pussy is so slick, so ready, I move with ease, stretching her as if she was made for my cock.

  “Ahhh…Bishop…”

  “Yeah… that's right. Moan my name while I fuck your pussy. I want you to scream my name while I make you come over and over again.”

  Her thighs wrap around my waist to pull me closer, and I use the new position to reach around her leg and squeeze one of her ass cheeks. I grip her flesh hard as I press into her with all my weight.

  “Would you like me fingering your asshole? I know you do, you little dirty girl.” I release her ass cheek and make my way down to her puckered hole again. I slip my finger inside with ease this time, the tight rings giving way to the pressure of my finger. I keep my finger inside her while I’m balls deep in her pussy, slamming into her like a madman, pistoning my hips upward, forcing her to take every single stroke I give her.

  “I can’t wait to take you there...to shove my cock into your tight little asshole. I’m going to have to stretch it out so you can take me.” I slowly add a second finger, and her pussy clenches around my dick in response.

  I hiss, my own pleasure roaring through my veins. “Who would have thought sweet little Ivy was such a dirty girl. Are you my little slut? Only for me?”

  “Yes...yes...yes…” she cries out as I add a third finger while maintaining the same speed and rhythm. I pound into her to the point of pain, but I can’t stop, never. She owns me, heart, mind, body, and soul.

  In seconds, she’s coming. Her big blue eyes roll back inside her head, and for a moment, I think she might pass out. Her nails dig into my back and her walls squeeze my cock so tightly, it feels like they’re trying to push me out.

  “You’re clenching me so tight, Bambi. I think I’m going to come. You want me to come inside you? You want my sticky come coating your womb?”

  She thrashes against the sheets, a distinct O forming on her lips, as if she’s reached a new peak. My chest constricts, and every muscle inside my body tightens. The sensations of her orgasm grip onto me, and I can’t hold back my release any longer.

  “Fuck...here it is...I’m coming…” I grunt, pressing deeper inside her, until I feel the crown of my cock at the back wall of her channel.

  My balls draw together, and I shoot the entire contents deep into her womb. Sticky jets of cum coat her from the inside out, dripping down from her tight hole around my cock and to my balls.

  My whole body is on fire, every cell inside my body scorching hot, burning away just to be reborn with nothing but mind-blowing pleasure. I feel like a fucking phoenix that just died and came back to life.

  I’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure—this blinding, over-the-top pleasure. There are no words to describe how insane it feels, how even crazier it is that it’s with a woman I know is mine forever. When I come to, I find Ivy staring up at me, tears in her beautiful eyes. Shit.

  “Did I hurt you?” I croak, pulling away slightly to give her room to breathe. She didn’t cry out in pain or asking me to stop. Why didn’t she ask me to stop?

  When she shakes her head, blonde strands covering part of her face, I damn near sigh. Okay so if she’s not hurt then why is she crying.

  “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” I coo, brushing the strands from her face.

  “Because…this is beautiful, you and me, what we have, and the way we make l
ove. The fierceness in the way that you look at me. I’ve finally found love—I’ve finally found my happily ever after.”

  Sweet fucking Jesus. This girl is amazing.

  “It is beautiful...so fucking beautiful, and we will share this forever, just you and me, Bambi.” I kiss away the tears and pull out of her so very gently. She has no idea how much she means to me. It terrifies me to think of losing her in any way.

  “I need to clean you, then feed you. Are you ready to leave the house today?”

  “No. I want to stay here, naked in this bed with you for the rest of my life.”

  My cock twitches at the thought.

  “Don’t give him any ideas. He might just take you up on the offer and stay seated between your pretty little thighs until the end of time.”

  “And I would let him.” She licks her swollen lips, as if she’s envisioning the moment.

  “You’re such a bad girl, Bambi. You get one taste of my cock and you want him day and night.” I chuckle. “That’s fine, but we have stuff to do today. I want to show you something before we meet up with your parents. Get your cute ass out of bed, or I’ll take you across my knee and spank you until each cheek is cherry red.”

  Excitement sparks in her eyes. How did I know she would like the idea of being spanked, then fucked? Such a naughty little girl.

  My naughty little girl.

  “Up,” I order, and she whines, rolling over in the sheets, leaving her pretty little ass exposed. Landing a hard slap against her ass, I listen as she squeals, scurrying toward the edge of the mattress. She moves off the bed and eyes me, desire still pooling inside her depths.

  “I liked that,” she admits, as if she’s ashamed.

  “Good, because next time you misbehave, I’ll be tanning that sweet little hide before I fuck it.” I move off the bed and head for the shower. The sound of tiny footfalls sound behind me. My little Bambi is following me.

  Ivy is full of jittery excitement as we exit my SUV and head toward my tattoo shop. I didn’t tell her where we were going. I wanted it to be a surprise. The guys at the shop might give me shit, but they have no fucking clue. Days ago, I would’ve told you I didn’t believe in love and that happily ever afters were just fairytale bullshit thrown around to make you believe in a false sense of happiness, but now, I know they’re real. I know because my own happily ever after walked right into me in broad daylight wearing a wedding dress.