by S. Silver
“I told you why.” He said.
“Mmm mmm, you gave me a vague excuse. So now I’m asking you for the truth, for the details.” Luther took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
“Why are you so interested in me, kid?” Ivy licked her plump pink lips.
“Because I like you.” Luther squinted his eyes.
“But why?” Ivy shrugged.
“Why not?”
Luther sat in silence for what felt like an eternity as Ivy sipped on her Coke, refusing to let him off the hook. When he finally spoke, Ivy noticed that he wouldn’t look at her.
“When I was younger I made some stupid choices. I killed a man over nothing more than a few bucks.” Ivy hadn’t been prepared to hear that. When she heard the term ‘bad man’ she thought of a bar fight, not a murder.
“Why?” She didn’t look up when she asked.
“He owed me money.” Ivy wasn’t sure what to say next. She couldn’t imagine killing anyone just for them owing her money. Perhaps Luther and her parents had been right, perhaps he was a bad man.
“Did he do anything else? I mean, besides owing you money?” She stared at the bubbles in her soda as they rose to the surface.
“Nope. Like I said, I’m a bad man, honey. Now you know why your folks don’t want you with a guy like me.” He sounded so sure.
“My parents have no idea what you did or didn’t do, they don’t even know you…” Luther smiled and shook his head gently.
“Parents always know.” Ivy looked up at him, her hazel eyes studying his angular jaw. She didn’t want him to be right, but the more he spoke, the more confused she was becoming.
“Are you sorry?” Ivy took a sip from her drink. Luther rubbed his hand across his stubble covered chin.
“Some people…they have to maintain an appearance.” He looked at Ivy to see if she was listening. “I was one of those people. The bikers I ran with at the time, you just didn’t say no to them.” Ivy listened intently. “When this guy said no, well, if I let him get away with it, then he wouldn’t be the last. You don’t get respect by being the guy who lets a debtor get away.” Ivy took a heavy breath. She had hoped that he would say yes. She had hoped that he would tell her how the very thought of what he had done haunted his dreams. Instead, he had explained to her the inner workings of a thuggish motorcycle gang and it had left her feeling heavy.
“Did you have to kill him?” Ivy asked in a hushed whisper. Luther jutted out his bottom jaw and shook his head.
“It wasn’t the intention. He was supposed to get a few broken bones, but things went too far.” Ivy chewed her bottom lip nervously.
“Did you go to prison?” Luther looked down at the barbed wire tattoo around his wrist, Ivy followed his gaze. “How long for?” Luther shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter. The point is, that I am the bad man your parents warned you about. While I think you are exceptionally beautiful, I’m not about to subject you to a lifestyle like mine. A girl like you is supposed to meet a boy like…hell, I don’t know…a nice country boy with a pickup truck and a cowboy hat and a piece of straw hangin’ outta his mouth.” Ivy chuckled as she finished her soda.
“What if I don’t want a nice country boy?” Luther chuckled.
“That wasn’t the point, honey. The point was, that you want and need someone who isn’t like me.” Ivy took her straw out of her glass and began to chew the end.
“But what if I want someone like you?” Luther licked his bottom lip and shook his head.
“Be careful what you wish for.” Luther slid himself backwards off his stool ad with a wink he walked back in the direction of the pool table.
Chapter 6
Ivy sat at the bar nursing soda after soda until closing time. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was staying, but she also couldn’t bring herself to leave. When LaTisha gave last call at the bar, Ivy watched as Luther’s buddies began downing their beers. She saw him glance over at her before finishing his own. As they all filed out, Luther hung behind.
“LaTisha, I’ll close up for you tonight.” Ivy gave her a smile. “There’s someone I want to talk to.” Ivy jerked her head to the pool room where Luther stood just watching her. LaTisha nodded.
“I’ll get everyone out, you just lock up when you’re done?” Ivy nodded.
Walking in to section three when it was empty was a strange feeling. Ivy glanced behind her at the guests filing out of the door and then looked up at Luther.
“You stayed…” She said as she longed to reach out and touch him. He looked down at her.
“So did you…” Ivy shrugged as she slid on to a stool at a small counter height table. Luther sat across from her.
“I told you, I like you.” Luther laughed quietly.
“You are a strange girl…”
“Ivy.” Ivy added. Luther nodded.
“You are a strange girl, Ivy.” Ivy smiled.
“The heart wants what it wants.” Luther shook his head.
“You’re in dangerous territory, kid.” Ivy looked down at her slender fingers resting on the tabletop.
“We all have to live dangerously once in a while.” Luther smirked.
“Shouldn’t you be getting home?” He nodded at the front door where LaTisha was flipping over the ‘Closed’ sign. Ivy shook her head.
“No, we can stay as long as we like, I have the keys.”
It was two hours after the cleaning crew had left when Ivy finally slid off her stool and yawned.
“Okay, maybe I should get home.” Luther nodded and slid back off his own stool. Ivy stepped forward, she put her slender hand on his thick muscular chest and looked up in to his gray eyes. “Don’t sell yourself short, Luther.” He gave her a partial smile. Ivy stood up on her tiptoes and as she did, Luther leaned down. When their lips met, Ivy was sure that her lungs would explode. He had been holding her breath in anticipation of this kiss and now that it was here she was sure that she would pass out. Luther gently grabbed the back of her head with his hand, pulling her in to him as he kissed her passionately. Ivy closed her eyes and pressed her fingers in to his muscular chest. She could feel the warmth exuding from his body as she leaned in closer. His tongue slid between her lips, dancing with hers. Ivy could feel his body reacting to her own as he suddenly pulled back.
“I’d better go.” His eyes flitted from her lips to her beautiful hazel eyes and back again. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to hers once more. Ivy let her hands slid down to the hardness that she had felt pressed up against her. Luther pulled back his lips from her, exhaling in a stuttered breath. He opened his mouth to speak but as he did, Ivy squeezed her fingers around his thickness and again he gasped.
“Don’t go…” Ivy whispered as she rubbed her palm against his length. “Please don’t go.” Luther licked his lips, his face painted with wanting.
“I’m not what you need, Ivy…” His voice was barely audible as Ivy massaged him gently through his jeans.
“But you’re what I want…” she whispered as her fingers moved up to the button on his jeans.
“Ivy…” He protested. Ivy slid down his zipper and reached her hand down inside his jeans, feeling the full thickness of his shaft against her hand. “Ahh!” Luther exclaimed as she worked him gently, teasing him. “Ivy, you…” Ivy looked up at him as she slid her hand out of his jeans, his swollen cock wrapped within her fingers. “Oh, God…” His voice was barely audible as Ivy slid her hand from the base of his shaft to the tip. Giving him one final glance, Ivy crouched at his feet and pulled the tip of his cock towards her open mouth. “Ahh!”
“Mmm…” Ivy hummed in delight as she slipped the tip of him between her warm waiting lips. Slowly she wrapped her tongue along the underside of him and slid her lips down. When her mouth was covering the length of his shaft, she lifted her eyes to look up at him. Luther looked down at her, those doe-eyes looking back drove him wild. Ivy slid back, letting his cock slide from her lips, only to slip it back in to her mouth again. �
��Mmm!” She hummed again as she took him in her mouth and Luther let out a gasp.
“Oh God!” His hands reached down, his fingers lacing through her dark brown hair. “Oh, Ivy!” He played with her silky hair as she bobbed forward and back, working his full length with her mouth. “Stop…” He said quietly as his hands moved around to the sides of her face and stilled her movement. “Come up here.” Ivy licked his tip once more before standing up. Luther leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. “Do you want me?” He whispered against her eat. Ivy nodded.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy.
“Ivy…” He reached down, sliding one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back. With one simple sweep he picked her up and carried her over to the pool table. Sitting her carefully on the edge, he leaned down and kissed her again. Ivy could feel her heart racing, she had never wanted anything so badly before in her life. Luther reached his fingers down to the tops of her short shorts. “Ivy…do you want me?” Ivy nodded her head.
“More than anything.” Luther tugged the top of her shorts as Ivy lifted herself on the edge of the pool table. Sliding her shorts and panties down, Luther could smell her sweetness anticipating him inside of her. He let her shorts and panties drop to the floor and as he stood back up, he trailed kisses along her thighs. Ivy could feel every muscle in her body tense. She had never had a man touch her like this before and it felt so incredible. She knew that she was already soaking wet for him. Luther peeled off her shirt, revealing her plump breasts and as he did he took a sharp breath in.
“My God, you’re incredible.” His hands cupped her breasts as he pressed his lips gently to hers. Ivy smiled. Luther put one hand behind her head as he prompted her to lie back. When she was lying flat he pulled her gently to the edge of the table. “Are you sure, Ivy?” She nodded.
“Be gentle, Luther.” He nodded and parting her thighs he stepped between them. His thick cock still throbbing for her, he teased her opening. She was so wet that his cock became wet in an instant.
“Mmm, I’ll go slow…” He pressed forward, the tip of his cock stretching her tight opening.
“Ahhh…” Ivy cried out as her forehead furrowed. Luther pushed forward slowly, the tip of his cock now inside her. “Ohhhh!” Ivy hummed from the top of the table. Luther pushed forward just a little more and Ivy couldn’t help screaming out as the whole head of his cock popped inside of her. “Oh God!” Luther smiled at her breathlessly, but as he leaned forward, his shaft sliding deeper inside of her, he realized that she was a virgin.
“Ivy…” She looked up at him, her big hazel eyes blinking softly.
“Mmm?” Her lips were pressed together as she felt him fully inside of her.
“Ivy, am I your first?” Ivy smiled up at him with a slow nod. “Oh, Ivy!” Luther didn’t want to be her first, he knew that he shouldn’t have been her first but now that he was deep inside her he couldn’t stop.
“Show me what it’s like, Luther.” Luther pulled back, the sweet sound of her wet pussy the only sound in the room. He grabbed hold of her hips and held her gently as he thrust forward again. “Mmm!” Luther watched as her plump tits bounced with each thrust. He knew that her tightness was going to make him cum in no time at all. “Oh, God, Luther!” She cried loudly as he thrust rhythmically, stretching her opening with his full width. “Oooohhhh it feels so good!” Luther licked his lips as he watched her taking his full length.
“You feel so good, Ivy. You’re doing so good…” He gripped her hips tighter as he fought to hold on to his own ecstasy.
“Ohhhh, Luther….oh God, Luther!” Her rhythmic cries became louder and Luther could see her body beginning to tense. Reaching up he gently pinched her nipples with one hand as he slid back out of her.
“That’s right, Ivy, that’s right. Cum for me!” Ivy’s toes curled as her fingers scratched at the top of the pool table.
“Ooohhhh Luther! Ahh ahh ahh!” Luther felt her pussy tighten around him as her back arched and she cried out. “Ohhhhh!” The peak of her ecstasy passed and her body fell on to the felt covered table as her pussy suckled him.
The tightness of her cumming pussy combined with the eroticism of her cries was more than enough for Luther. His fingers pinched her nipple as he thrust deeply and then his body stilled between her legs. Ivy felt each throb of his cock inside of her, each jet of his cum.
“Mmm, mmm…” Luther spilled the last of his seed inside her wetness and then fell forward, his head resting on her chest as he gasped for breath.
“Oh Luther, that was amazing.” Luther laughed quietly.
“Mmm…” was all he could say as he lay still, gasping for air.
Luther slid himself from Ivy’s tight pussy, his cock covered in a mix of his own cum and hers. Ivy gasped as he slid all the way out of her and then she laughed nervously.
“Mmm, I want to do that again!” Luther laughed as he lifted her to a sitting position.
“Not quite yet.” He looked down at his cum covered cock. “We guys need a little more time between sessions.” He smiled up at her and leaned in to kiss her mouth. Pulling back he brushed his thumb against her cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time?” He whispered as he looked in to her big hazel eyes. Ivy shrugged with a shy smile.
“I didn’t want you to say no…” Luther leaned in and kissed her again gently.
“I would have, you know.” Ivy nodded.
“I know, that’s why I didn’t tell you.” Luther shook his head.
“What am I going to do with you?” Ivy grinned.
“I think I could come up with something?” She jumped off the edge of the table as Luther tucked himself back in to his jeans and zipped them up. Turning around she noticed a wet sticky spot on the table and she looked over at Luther wide eyed. “Oh my God we came on the pool table!” Luther laughed loudly as Ivy began rubbing at the wet spot. “It’s not funny!” Luther couldn’t help his laughter.
“Honey, no one will know it was us. We’ll just wipe it down with some water and no one will know.” Ivy ran over to the bar to get a glass of water and some napkins. “Shouldn’t you get dressed first?” Luther called after her. Ivy reappeared with the water and giggled.
“Why? In case someone catches me walking around a restaurant butt naked?” Luther nodded.
“You never know!” Ivy started trying to clean up the felt on the pool table.
“Well, then they should have turned up earlier and they would have gotten a better view.” Luther laughed as he took the glass of water and napkins from her.
“Go get yourself dressed, let me do this.” Ivy did as she was told.
“You know, this might have to become our little meeting place.” Ivy said as she slipped on her shorts.
“Oh? Why is that?” Ivy pulled her shorts up.
“Because I have to move home for the summer soon and there is no way in hell my parents are going to let me see you.” Luther stepped back from the pool table to make sure no stain was visible.
“Smart parents.” He said.
“Oh I know, you’re just a beast!” Ivy joked as she picked up her shirt and whipped Luther with it.
“I may be a beast,” Luther turned around to face her, “but I’m a beast with my own place.” Ivy’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh really?” Luther laughed as he shook his head.
“What, did you think I lived in a dorm?” Ivy shrugged.
“I don’t know…I just never thought about you having your own place.” She pulled her shirt over her head. “But the thought of it now opens up a whole new realm of possibilities.” Luther rolled his eyes.
“Oh God, I’ve created a monster!” Wrapping her up in his arms, Luther bent down and kissed Ivy on the forehead. “Come on, monster, let’s get out of here, it’s getting late.”
Chapter 7
Ivy began looking forward to the nights at work when she was scheduled to close and she even volunteered to take over other closing shifts as well. Despite the f
act that Luther had his own place – and a very exciting motorcycle to ride to get there – there was something that Ivy found thrilling about having sex on the pool table. Ivy’s parents were becoming worried however with the number of night shifts she had been taking.
“Ivy, your dad and I…we really think you need to slow down at work. We know that you don’t have school now with it being summer and all, but we don’t want you working too hard. We can help you with the money if that’s what you need?” Ivy smiled.
“Thanks mom, but I’m fine really.” Ivy’s mom frowned.
“Honey, you’re only a month in to summer and you’re looking so pale and burned out. You’re just sleeping all day and working all night and it’s just not healthy!” Ivy hated to agree with her mom, but she had been feeling a little off lately. Perhaps she had been overdoing it just a little bit.
“I tell you what, I’ll talk to LaTisha and see if I can drop one shift a week?” Her mom thought about this for a moment.
“Two. You’re already working six days a week and I think if you can cut it down to four then that will be okay.” Ivy sighed, she knew it wouldn’t be a problem with LaTisha, but she would miss having the restaurant to herself with Luther.
“Okay, I’ll ask her to cut two…but if they call me to cover for someone then I’ll do it…deal?” Her mom nodded.
“Okay. It’s for your own good, you just look so sickly lately.” Ivy nodded.
“I know mom.”
As Ivy lay in bed that night texting Luther she realized just how exhausted she felt. Opening up a browser she began to search her symptoms of feeling rundown and exhausted. She was sure it was just overworking, but she’d never felt this tired for work before so she looked through the possible causes. It was when she got to the third possible cause on the list that her heart stopped. Ivy held her breath. It couldn’t be…Switching back to her text messages, she texted to Luther.
I think I might be pregnant…
