Mastering Ivy

by Libby Calvincourt

  Ivy lay on the ice with her hand on her crotch trying to stop the vibration. Talk about not being in the mood, Ivy thought. The vibrator was directly stimulating her clit. It was so not the right time, but she was getting wet. Hell, what was I thinking, wearing my new vibrating panties. Ivy shook her head ruefully. She liked the idea that no one, including her sisters, knew beneath her usually conservative clothing she wore sexy lingerie and various tools for self-stimulation. She particularly liked nipple jewelry, but for some dumb reason she decided to wear the vibrating panties. Dumbass, she thought as she pressed down harder. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure. The cold penetrated her jeans, she rolled to her stomach determined to retrieve her bag and ignore the pulse in her panties. Ivy decided if she got out of the ravine alive she would go to Amazon and give these a five-star rating. Seriously, she thought, she was freezing her ass off and she wanted to lie back on a friggin’ ice block and come. She’d put that info in the customer comment box.

  Ivy needed to get her bag. Her tote was full of her supplies, including the remote for the vibrator. Ironically she’d brought her tote with her to avoid having anyone who rescued her sister find her stash of sex toys. Ivy didn’t care about people she didn’t know finding her stash. She didn’t want her sisters to know she substituted her lack of dating and sex with an obsession for masturbation, masturbation stimulated by the memories of Eric Masters.

  She closed her eyes and pictured Eric Masters’s dark gray eyes framed by his Wayfarers, wavy blond hair, chiseled chin and firm lips. “Stop it,” Ivy said to herself. “You need to get it together and get out of here.” The vibrating in her panties was totally distracting. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pulsating sensation. Well, she thought, thinking of Eric Masters usually made her hot. She definitely needed to be warmer.

  The sound of engine broke through the silent morning. “Hey! Help!” Ivy shouted, trying to wave her arms and attract attention. She watched in desolation as the snowmobile approached the car. Damn! Damn! Damn!

  From her vantage point she watched as the driver glanced in the car and then around the car. In a stroke of genius, or at least Ivy thought it was genius, Ivy packed some snow and threw the snow ball up the ravine. She knew she wasn’t going to hit him, maybe it would get the driver’s attention.

  The snowmobile started to leave the car. “Nooo,” Ivy wailed as she watched the snowmobile turn. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” she said again as she laid down on the ice pounding her fists into the ground.

  Chapter 3

  Eric Masters studied the abandoned car. “What the hell was a car doing out here in the middle of Nowhere?” he wondered. He looked around the car and noticed snow shoe tracks. Whoever’d been in the car was in good hands, the Carmichaels had made the rescue.

  He turned away from the car ready to return to the house. It was friggin’ freezing out. Definitely not a good day to take the snowmobile for a spin. He’d been restless. Usually the solitude soothed his cluttered brain, but not today. Not since seeing the photograph of Ivy Fairweather in Business Monthly. Beautiful and elusive Ivy, the best night of his life and he hadn’t known her last name until the arrival of the magazine. Now, he needed to find her. Now he knew how to find her. Seven friggin years he lusted for her, he wondered if he would still feel the same when he actually saw her again.

  Of course you will, jackass, you’ve been getting off just looking at her picture. Hell, he’d probably explode just looking at her. Eric grabbed his cock and adjusted it in his jeans. He was sporting a friggin’ hard-on just thinking about her.

  Eric turned his head at the sound of something hitting the ground in the still of the morning. He strained his eyes searching. He thought he saw movement at the bottom of the ravine. He saw it again. This time he could see it was a person struggling on the ice.

  Turning the snowmobile, he directed it away from the ravine. He wasn’t going to be able to go down the steep side. He was going to have to come in from the west where there was a gentle slope.

  The ravine was more ice than snow. Eric carefully maneuvered his vehicle edging his way to the prone figure. He watched as the person rolled from their back to their front and waved struggling to gain some sort of grip on the ice. If Eric got off the snowmobile he might be caught in the same predicament. He turned off the machine.

  “Are you injured?” he asked.

  “No, I’m just stuck,” the muffled voice replied.

  “Listen, I’m going to use my scarf to pull you closer. You grab hold and I’ll pull you over.”

  Eric watched as the woman, he could definitely tell it was a woman now, nodded. She spun her body to a better angle to grab the scarf. He flicked the scarf and watched it land short. It was as long as it could go. The woman dug in her feet and determinedly propelled herself to the scarf. She grabbed it just as she started to slide farther down into the ravine.

  She wrapped the scarf around her hands and waited expectantly. Eric reeled her in by the scarf. When she was close enough he reached down and clasped her arm. He pulled her up and onto his lap. She flung her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” the woman said as she straddled him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders.

  Eric was going to have her move behind him, but she was a tiny little thing and he could easily maneuver the snowmobile with her wrapped around him.

  “My bag, my bag,” she said, gesturing to the bag hooked on a branch at the base of a bush. Eric nodded, turned on the snowmobile, and leaned down and grabbed the bag as they started to race out of the ravine. Another storm was coming and they needed to get out of the cold and back to his house.

  Eric was sure something was vibrating on his cock. The hard-on he had when he was thinking about Ivy came back in full force. This was a good day, Eric thought smiling to himself. For the first time since having Ivy he was getting hard for another woman without imagining she was Ivy. The woman wrapped around his lap tightened the grip of her legs around his waist pressing her pussy tighter against his throbbing cock, the crazy vibration increasing the stimulation.

  He pulled the snowmobile in front of the house and reluctantly disengaged her body from his. Eric hung on to her arm as she regained her footing. She gave him a thumbs-up and ran up the steps and into his house.

  Eric quickly parked the snowmobile in the garage, grabbed the tote and followed her into the house. After she warmed up and got comfortable with him, maybe he’d get laid. Maybe he would forget Ivy Fairweather.

  Chapter 4

  Ivy stood in the kitchen of her rescuer’s home and started to remove her layers of outerwear. She was so aroused she could barely stand it. After years of sex with herself she was going to screw this guy as soon as he walked in the door. Jeez, hopefully he wasn’t married. She couldn’t screw him if he was married.

  After lusting for only Eric Masters for seven years she couldn’t believe she actually wanted someone else’s cock buried in her pussy. The vibrator coupled with being pressed against the hard cock of her savior on the ride back to the house had her dripping. He could look at her and she’d probably climax.

  Ivy had removed her scarf, hat, gloves and coat and tossed them in the adjoining laundry room. The door opened. Ivy turned to get a good look at the man she was going to screw into oblivion, probably on the kitchen counter in less than two minutes.

  “Eric?” Ivy said as she looked into the face of the man who was the center of every sexual fantasy she’d ever had. She’d forgiven him for not calling after their night of incredible mind-blowing sex, after all, she’d been eighteen and he was twenty-two. He probably freaked when he discovered her age or something.

  “Ivy?” Eric said. Ivy would have laughed at the comical expression of shock on his face if she wasn’t suffering from over stimulation.

  Ivy, always direct, said, “Listen, I accidently turned on the vibrator in my panties.” She blushed and shook her head. “Don’t ask.”

  “I need your
cock inside me now. If I don’t have an orgasm, I’m going to die.” Ivy unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down her thighs. She watched as Eric quickly removed his boots and his jeans.

  “Take off your shirt and bra,” Eric demanded as he stripped the shirt from his chest.

  Ivy sucked in a deep breath. Eric’s body was magnificent. Everything about him was hard, including his incredible cock that continued to grow before her eyes. After they were done with the first round, she was going to suck that cock. Her mouth watered.

  He towered over her five-foot-five frame, his dominance making her even wetter.

  Eric grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, the perfect height for him to penetrate her pulsing sex.

  He cupped her breasts in his hands and he twisted her nipples, causing a little pain mixed with incredible pleasure. His cock was at the entry of her pussy, just teasing her. Last time they were together he had to use a condom. This time she wanted him to fill her with his seed. She was on birth control and she’d only been with him, so she was good. She hoped he was good. She whispered, “It’s okay if you don’t use protection if you’re, umm, disease free. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

  The tip of his penis pressed against the lips of her vagina. She tried to impale herself on his cock, but he held her securely by the waist so the head was just enveloped in her vaginal lips.

  Ivy’s eyes started to water. “Please, Eric,” Ivy begged.

  Looking into Eric’s stormy gray eyes, Ivy thought she saw lust, longing, and a hint of anger. The lust and the longing she got. If anyone should feel anger it should be her. She left him her number and he never called.

  She closed her eyes as she felt him push a little deeper.

  “Lean back and brace your hands on the counter,” Eric rasped. Ivy liked him telling her what to do, it was hot. She leaned back and arched her back so her breasts were elevated.

  “You want me to suck your pretty little nipples, don’t you, Ivy?” Eric asked as he leaned down and sucked on one of them. Ivy moaned in response.

  “I’m going to bury my cock deep in your pussy, Ivy,” Eric murmured as he licked and sucked on one nipple and twisted the other nipple till it stood at attention.

  Eric grabbed her hips and starting slowly feeding his cock into Ivy’s dripping pussy. “Damn, Ivy,” Eric said. “Your pussy is as hot and wet as I remember.”

  Ivy started to move on the cock that was in so deep it had to be touching her womb. “Not so fast, Ivy,” Eric said as he pulled his cock out, grasped it in his hand and used it to gently spank her clit. She moaned as Eric thrust his cock back into her pussy, once, twice, then he pulled it out again and used it to tease her clit.

  Ivy was mindless with lust as Eric continued to thrust, tease, and spank. She could feel his sperm dripping on her clit as he used his cock to smear it on her.

  Eric leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to tell you when to climax. Are you ready?” He whirled his tongue in her ear and she moaned.

  “You need to answer, Ivy,” Eric said into her ear. He started to withdraw his cock from her pussy.

  “Yes, yes!” Ivy yelled. “Tell me when.”

  Eric pulled out his cock and stroked it over Ivy’s pussy again. Ivy watched through half-closed eyes as he slapped his cock on her overly stimulated clit. None of the toys she used held the same excitement as this, Eric’s big body over hers, his cock teasing her into mindless pleasure.

  “After I spend inside you, my sperm mixed with your juices, you’re going to lick me clean,” Eric said.

  Ivy nodded in agreement.

  “Say it, Ivy, tell me what you’re going to do?”

  “Lick it clean, I’m going to suck all of our mingled juices off your cock. Please Eric,” Ivy begged.

  Eric gave her a nod and started to thrust. His eyes bored into hers, each thrust bringing her closer to climax. Eric held her hips tightly and demanded in a tight voice, “Now, Ivy.”

  Ivy started to shake as a climax like none she’d ever experienced ripped through her body. She felt Eric’s hot sperm explode in her pussy and a second climax racked her body. She was shaking as she looked up into Eric’s handsome face.

  He looked into her eyes and leaned down and kissed her. The touch of his lips on hers was better than the sex. Ivy was shocked she thought a kiss was better than sex. As Eric’s tongue touched hers she realized it was true, the sex was amazing, but this was intimate.

  Ivy reached up and wrapped her arms around Eric’s neck. Pulling him tightly against her. He moaned into her mouth as his hands ran up and down her back. Ivy’s tits were crushed against Eric’s hard chest, his chest hairs stimulating her overly sensitive nipples.

  Ivy wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but she could feel Eric hardening inside her. He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a grin. “Again?”

  Ivy nodded in agreement. Eric tilted Ivy’s face up and kissed her as he slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his finger using his nail to increase the sensation. “I’m going to climax,” Ivy said as her muscles contracted on Eric’s cock. He stopped thrusting and kissed her deeply the he gave her a quick kiss on the lips, grabbed her hips and started thrusting in earnest. Ivy screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.

  Eric flung his head back with a final thrust and shouted, “So, fucking good.” Ivy felt his sperm and, much to her surprise, she shuddered with another climax.

  Eric leaned down and gently kissed her lips. Ivy leaned her head into the crook his shoulder and kissed his neck. She pushed on his shoulders.

  Eric looked confused. Ivy raised an eyebrow and pushed on his shoulders again. “Move, I made a promise that I’m about to keep.”

  Looking into his eyes Ivy waited for him to catch her drift. “No, shit?” he asked as he reluctantly removed his semierect penis from Ivy’s dripping pussy. He stepped back and Ivy slid off the counter to her knees in front of Eric’s cock.

  Ivy looked up at Eric. His hands were gripping the counter. “No, shit,” Ivy replied as she took a long lick of his shaft and then sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit.

  Chapter 5

  Eric looked down as Ivy sucked his cock. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Ivy’s small finger gently probing his asshole was better than a pinch, that was for damn sure. Ivy grasped his ass and started moving up and down on his shaft. His cock was down her throat and he was on the verge of another friggin’ orgasm.

  “That’s it, babe,” he whispered as he held on to the counter with one hand and twisted a lot of Ivy’s hair around the other, guiding the tempo of her movements.

  “Aww, fuck me,” he shouted as he shot his sperm deep into Ivy’s mouth. He held her head in place as she swallowed. She gave one long lick of her tongue up his shaft and then probed the hole with the point of her tongue. Eric shivered.

  Eric pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She pressed her naked body to his as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “You wanna go to the bedroom?” Eric asked as he kissed down the side of Ivy’s neck.

  She looked up at him and smiled. Eric thought his heart might have skipped a beat. “Holy shit, I have Ivy Fairweather in my house,” he thought. Much to his surprise he could feel his drained cock starting to stiffen.

  “I’d really love something to eat,” Ivy said as she kissed his neck and chest. Her hands explored the contours of his bare ass.

  “What?” Eric said with a grin as he tilted up Ivy’s face. “I thought I kinda filled you up.”

  “Still hungry,” Ivy said as she increased the pressure on his ass and ran her finger down his crack.

  “Ivy, if you really want food you need to stop rubbing my ass,” Eric looked down into Ivy’s deep green eyes and smiled. “You are so friggin’ gorgeous,” he said as he ran his hands through her hair, hair that was as dark as midnight. He swept her off her feet
in the cradle of his arms and carried her into his den. It was his favorite room in the house.

  “Wait,” Ivy exclaimed, punching Eric on the shoulder, “we’re moving away from the food.”

  “No worries, babe,” he replied with a grin. “I’ll serve you in here. You can sit by the fire and I’ll bring you something to eat.” The fire he’d started before he took the snowmobile for a spin was glowing and filling the room with warmth.

  “What in the hell are you doing in Nowhere?” he asked as he placed Ivy on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

  “Oh, damn,” Ivy exclaimed as she threw off her covers and pushed herself out of Eric’s arms. “My sisters are here, too. Damn, damn, damn. I think Holly was rescued, but Laurel started out in the snow last night to find help.” Ivy tried to stand. Eric pulled her back into his arms.

  “I’m pretty sure one of your sisters was rescued by the Carmichaels. They’re all former military and really good guys. Only a few houses around here. One belongs to Mrs. Fairweather. Is that your grandmother?” Ivy nodded in agreement.

  “Her house was too far and there wouldn’t have been smoke wafting from the chimney,” Ivy stated. “Nana died a couple of months ago.”

  “Sorry,” Eric replied. “She was a real nice lady.” Eric paused for a moment as he realized he’d been living thirty minutes from Ivy’s grandmother. Well, if he would have known her last name he would have made the connection. Hell, if he’d known her last name he would have been with her for the past seven years.

  “The other possibilities are the Miller brothers or a group of guys who live in a fortress about sixty miles from here. If she was walking she must have walked to the Miller’s. It’d be about ten miles from your car.”

  “There is no way she’d have made it,” Ivy said. “Laurel’s not the athletic one, I am. Damn, I should have insisted that I go last night. What was I thinking?”

  Eric’s phone started to ring. “Hang on,” he said as he ran naked to the kitchen. Pulling the cell from the pocket of the jeans he’d tossed on the floor he answered the phone as he walked back to Ivy.