So Good

by Snow, Jenika

  I looked behind me at the fence, knowing that although they couldn’t see me from their back yard, there was an upstairs window positioned so if somebody looked out it they could see us easily. I looked at the house behind Matthew and saw the same thing.

  But that was a risk I was willing to take.

  I slipped my hand in his, and then pulled him toward the back of the gazebo, where large pieces of wood were braced against the structure. It gave a little bit of privacy, but not enough that would keep us from prying eyes if it came down to it.

  “Ivy,” he said in a gruff, guttural voice.

  I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back until he was leaning against the slabs of wood. And then I sank to my knees. I looked up at him, seeing that arousal covering his face, watching how his eyelids went half-mast, how his chest was starting to rise and fall a little bit faster.

  As I stared into his eyes, I started undoing his belt, and then went to his button and zipper. I pulled the side open and tore my gaze from his to stare down at his dark briefs. His cock was a hard line pressing against the material, so thick and big that my pussy throbbed at the memory of him being buried inside of me.

  “God,” he groaned.

  When I glanced up, I watched as he reached behind with one hand and gripped the edge of the slab of wood, as if to balance himself, to keep himself stable.

  I licked my lips, so hungry for him. The fierce growl that came from Matthew had me clenching my thighs together to try and stem off my arousal, but all it did was add pressure to my clit and have me gasping.

  And then I reached out and grabbed the edge of his briefs, pulling them down. His cock sprang free, the tip already wet with pre-cum, his heavy breathing urging me on.

  His shaft was thick and long, the vein underneath the length visible as blood rushed beneath the surface of the velvety skin. I curled my fingers around the root of his dick, his girth so massive my fingers didn’t even touch. My mouth watered, as if it knew what I was about to do would need all the lubrication it could get.

  And then I leaned forward, opening my mouth wide and taking in the head of his cock, forming my lips around the tip and running my tongue along the slit. The whole time I kept my gaze trained right on Matthew. He had his eyes locked right on me, this almost feral expression on his face. His mouth was parted slightly as he breathed harshly.

  My head spun and I closed my eyes, hollowing out my lips and taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. He tasted salty but sweet. He tasted like everything I always wanted and finally had.

  I really got into it then, opening my throat and taking as much of him as I could, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My eyes watered so much a single tear slipped out of the corner. But I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted to. I wanted more, so much more.

  I started bobbing my head up and down, humming around his length. What I couldn’t reach with my mouth I stroked with my hand, using them in tandem to get him off. I wanted his cum deep in the back of my throat, wanted to swallow it, wanted to take that into me the same way he’d taken my orgasm into him as he ate me out.

  My pleasure was breath-stealing, mind-numbing in that moment.

  I felt his hands in my hair, his fingers digging at my scalp. He pulled at the strands until the pain and pleasure mixed as one.

  “That’s it, Ivy. That’s so fucking it.” The deep rumble that came from him spurred me on.

  I gripped his thighs, curled my nails into his legs, and mouth-fucked him. My gag reflex was strong every time he pushed his hips farther into my mouth, the crest of his cock hitting my throat. And then he’d still, buried all the way in, the oxygen leaving me as he forced me to take every last inch of him.

  And I did.

  I wanted to make him feel good. Because in turn that made me feel good.

  “God, Ivy. Baby.”

  I opened my eyes and looked up at him, seeing the way his abdomen was clenched, his six-pack in stark relief. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back. He looked like he was in the throes of ecstasy.

  “Christ, if you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

  I hummed around his cock and held onto his thighs tighter when he went to pull away. I shook my head, moving my tongue up and down the underside of the length, moaning at the taste of him.

  “Fucking hell, Ivy.” His hands tightened in my hair and I made a small sound in the back of my throat.

  And then he started thrusting his hips back and forth, driving his dick deep in my mouth. My eyes still watered, the need to taste him, to have his seed sliding down the back of my throat too much of a temptation.

  I started stroking his cock with my hand, the part I couldn’t reach, the need to feel him let go strong. I wanted to be the one to get him off like this, to have him so mindless with his pleasure he couldn’t control himself, couldn’t stop himself from coming.

  “Shit,” he grunted out. “Don’t stop until I’m shooting my load into your throat, until you’re swallowing every last drop.” He sounded frenzied, harsh as he demanded those things.

  The very knowledge that anybody could see us was an aphrodisiac that made me uncontrollable in my lust.

  He slammed his cock as far into my mouth as I could take.

  “I’m fucking coming.”

  I choked on his cockhead but didn’t dare pull away when I started to feel the hot, salty thickness of his cum sliding down my throat.

  And I swallowed it all, took every last drop until he was the one gently pushing me away, breathing out harshly as he stared down at me.

  I stayed on my knees, my hands on my thighs as I looked up at him. I couldn’t catch my breath. The flavor of everything that was Matthew filled my mouth.

  He looked feral in that moment as he reached out and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. He lifted the digit up and showed me a drop of his semen on the pad, and promptly pushed his thumb back into my mouth, making me take it. “Lick it clean, baby. I want all of me in you.”

  For long moments, I just sat on the ground at his feet, looking up at him, his finger in my mouth, my tongue running over the digit.

  “I love you,” he said softly, but the determination in his voice, the sincerity that I heard, had a little sound escaping me.

  He lulled his thumb from my mouth and tucked himself back in his jeans, zipped up his pants and fixed his belt. He helped me off the ground and pulled me in, just holding me, his hand on the back of my head as it rested over his heart.

  “I love you too,” I replied softly, closing my eyes and wishing that this moment would last forever, that reality wouldn’t intrude.

  He gave me a kiss on the crown of my head before pulling back. But he didn’t let me go just yet. He cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, tipped my head back, and brought his mouth down on mine, kissing me softly, soundly. It was during that kiss that I heard the back sliding glass door open.

  We broke away at the same time, my heart instantly racing.

  “Ivy? Matthew?” The sound of my father’s voice had panic rising in me.

  The last thing I needed was to have him see us in this situation, to find out this way.

  We broke away and I looked around in a panic but finally saw a hammer lying on the ground. I grabbed it and held it up to show Matthew. He lifted a dark brown eyebrow and smirked.

  “What do you plan on doing with that thing?”

  I shrugged. “Working on the gazebo,” I said in a hushed whisper.

  “Ivy? Matthew?” My father hollered out again and I walked to the other side of the gazebo, where he couldn’t quite see me. And then I started hammering. I heard Matthew chuckling as he walked around the other side.

  “Over here, Stephan. Ivy and I are just working on the gazebo.”

  I could see Matthew through an opening in the structure and he winked.

  I heard my father and Matthew talking and then finally moved around to the other side, hammer still in hand. They stopped the
ir conversation and glanced at me, my father looking at the hammer I held, surprise on his face. It’s not like I did this kind of thing so it probably seemed pretty unusual.

  “Hey,” I said nervously, my voice shaky. “You’re home.” He walked up to me and gave me a hug. I felt guilty, knowing I’d just been on my knees sucking Matthew’s dick.

  “Yeah, I wanted to surprise you guys.” He looked between us and then stared at the gazebo. “You’ve been helping Matthew with this thing?”

  I felt my face heat and nodded.

  “It’s coming along,” he said happily, proudly. “Thanks for working on it,” he said to Matthew and glanced at me. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”

  “Me either.” I heard Matthew chuckle at that.

  “I wanted to start working on it again, but with the whole job situation, I haven’t really had time or the mindset to mess with it.”

  “No worries,” Matthew said and shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “It keeps me busy.” He glanced over at me, and I could see the sheepish look on his face.

  My father and Matthew talked for a few more minutes, and as I was about to head back inside, I heard my father clear his throat. “Ivy, I was wondering how you’d feel about me making us dinner tonight.” I felt my brows knit in confusion.

  Why would he need to ask me how I felt about him cooking tonight? “I’m fine with that.” He cleared his throat and lifted his hand to rub it over the back of his neck. He was nervous.

  “I was going to invite Cora over.” He looked up at me, having glanced away just a moment ago.

  I felt a genuine smile spread across my face. “I’d like that. I think it’s time we all met.” I saw the relief on my father’s face as he nodded and grinned back at me.

  As I glanced at Matthew, I knew that I was done waiting. We needed to tell my dad about us. It was time.

  20

  Ivy

  I heard the doorbell ring and glanced over at Matthew, seeing his eyes widen in faux surprise. I couldn’t help but laugh. The fact that in just a matter of seconds I was about to meet my father’s girlfriend—his much younger girlfriend—left me a little on edge.

  I was nervous, not so much of her age, but just the fact that he was actually seeing someone. In all the years since my mother had passed, I’d never seen him with another woman. So my anxiety was on those grounds, if I’d inadvertently feel some kind of resentment because she was “replacing” my mother.

  Matthew and I stood and walked toward the foyer. I heard my father open the front door, could hear the lower rumble of his deep voice followed by the soft feminine pitch of hers. I felt Matthew’s big hand land in the center of my back. He moved his palm up and down along my spine, and I knew he was trying to comfort me, to let me know everything would be okay without saying the words.

  “Ivy,” my father said from the foyer, loud enough for me to hear.

  I looked up at Matthew and he gave me a smile. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. Although my father couldn’t see us, I knew if he had noticed it probably would’ve seemed less intimate than it really was.

  “You got this,” Matthew said against my head and I nodded.

  I broke away from him just as my father stepped around the corner. And then a second later I saw her.

  She was beautiful, with bobbed blonde hair, side-swept bangs, and the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen.

  “Ivy, Matthew, this is Cora Lourdes.”

  Cora smiled, her rosy red lips having a light glossy sheen to them.

  “Hi,” she said in a melodic voice.

  Matthew was the first to respond, holding out his hand and giving a gruff, “Hey, I’m Stephan’s brother.”

  And then the room seemed to go quiet as I felt everyone’s gaze on me. It was as if they were waiting for me to give the okay, or maybe to freak out.

  I saw the way he placed his hand on the small of her back, bringing her in close to his side. I didn’t miss the way she tipped her head back and looked into his face, the genuine smile and look of adoration in her expression.

  “It’s really nice to meet you, Cora,” I finally said and held my hand out. She slipped her palm against mine. Then it was as if that tension in the room dissipated, as if it was gone as soon as it had arrived.

  * * *

  We’d just finished eating and the atmosphere in the dining room was easy, comfortable. We got to know Cora a little better, found out she was working toward completing her bachelors in nursing, and after that getting her masters as a nurse practitioner. She was driven and smart, funny and articulate.

  I definitely could see why my father had been so drawn to her.

  And the truth was, I hadn’t even thought about their age gap once. Maybe it was because of the age difference between Matthew and me, but I could truly see they cared about each other, and that outweighed anything else.

  Matthew sat beside me and I felt his hand on my thigh. He gave me a reassuring squeeze. I looked over at him, the sound of my father and Cora talking drowning out everything else.

  They were in their own little world, and I was in mine. My father and Cora probably didn’t even notice the little looks Matthew and I gave each other during dinner. And that was probably for the best.

  We were still trying to decide how we were going to tell him about our relationship. Because every time I thought it was a good time, it just didn’t feel right, or I got too scared about how it would all go down.

  Soon though, much sooner rather than later because I hated hiding this from him and being with Matthew behind his back. I wanted to be honest with my father, to show him how much I loved Matthew and he me. I wanted to show him, tell him, that it wasn’t wrong.

  That it was right.

  “You want to go out and get a drink?” I heard my father say to Cora and I glanced over at them, saw the way he had his chair pushed right up next to hers, had his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

  She smiled and nodded, and when she glanced over at me and saw that I watched her, I saw her cheeks turn pink. I gave her a smile. I liked her. Not just because she seemed genuine and sweet, but because she loved my father and made him happy. And how could that make me mad?

  “You’re okay with us heading out?”

  I was surprised my father seemed to be looking for my approval on it. But then again, this was probably a little strange for him as well. He hadn’t been in a relationship in years, not any that I knew about anyway.

  Matthew’s hand was still on my thigh, but there was nothing sexual about it. It was a reassuring touch.

  I shrugged. “I’m absolutely fine with it all,” I said honestly. My father exhaled and I could see that he’d been holding his breath, probably so stressed and worried about tonight that he’d been beside himself.

  I couldn’t blame him. It was one of the reasons I hadn’t told him about Matthew yet. Although my situation was a lot different than my father’s, I hoped that when the truth came to light, he would be understanding and accepting, or at least could work up to that.

  I knew at first all hell would probably break loose.

  An hour had passed, my father and Cora had gone, and Matthew and I had cleaned up. The two of us now sat on the couch with the TV volume almost too low to hear anything, and my body pressed against his. It was dangerous being this close under my father’s roof, what with him able to come home at any moment, but he’d probably be out for a couple of hours, and I wanted this small moment where Matthew and I could just be … us.

  He had his arm around my shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing my skin. I felt drowsy, could fall asleep this way. I wanted to.

  As if he read my mind, or I’d spoken those words aloud, he shifted slightly so he could grab the blanket off the back of the couch and put it over my legs and waist. I smiled but he couldn’t see me. I snuggled in closer to him and closed my eyes.

  The feeling of Matthew’s chest steadily r
ising and falling as he breathed lulled me to sleep.

  And the one thing that kept playing through my mind was how I wished we could stay like this forever, where there was no judgment, no worries.

  Where it was just two people living their lives.

  21

  Matthew

  I should have let her study, concentrate on her work, but all I could do was stare at her. For the last week since Stephan had been home, trying to keep my distance from Ivy, trying not to be a bastard and have her in every way imaginable while my brother was home, was harder than fucking hell.

  She was my weakness, the only thing I’d ever wanted fully, selfishly. I couldn’t count how many times I’d wanted to just pull my brother to the side and come clean, to be honest. Lying to him, hiding this, felt—was—wrong on every level.

  My arousal took a back seat as a seriousness filled me.

  “We need to tell him,” I said and she glanced up.

  “I know,” Ivy said right away and leaned back, pushing her book in front of her and exhaling. “We’ve needed to tell him for the past week.”

  I lifted a hand and rubbed it over my jaw. “Tonight,” I said and she nodded. I was done hiding this, going behind his back. I wanted Stephan to know Ivy was mine and I wouldn’t step back, no matter what. I expected fallout, but hell, anything worth fighting for didn’t come easy.

  I stared out at the gazebo, thought about when Ivy had come out there … at the memory of what she’d done as she sunk to her knees in front of me.

  And just like that I was hard.

  I looked over at her, could see she was staring at the gazebo as well, and this low growl left me at the knowledge that she was thinking about that moment too.

  “I’m always so fucking hungry for you.” I leaned forward. “So. Fucking. Hungry.”

  She let out a little gasp and I found all self-control leaving me.

  The only thing I wanted, saw, felt, in that moment was Ivy. I wanted her, wanted to claim her, put my mark on her … in that very moment.