by Winters, KB
“Now I think it’s my turn, Shae.”
His head fell back, exposing the muscles of his neck and I licked my lips. “Don’t make me wait.”
I was on his lap before he even finished his sentence, straddling his hips and fisting his thick hair in my hands. “No more waiting, Shae.”
“Fuck me, I love it when you say my name like that.”
He smelled good, like man and expensive cologne, and I couldn’t help but lick up the length of his neck. “Like what?”
“Like you can’t wait to have my cock.”
A moan slipped out as I ground my hips against his length, getting wetter by the second. “I can’t wait.”
His hands went to my waist and tightened, lifting me up just as I gripped him. We worked together until his cock was buried so deep I needed a moment to adjust to the size of him from this angle.
“Ivy, Ivy, Ivy!”
A girl could get addicted to hearing her name like that so I closed my eyes and began to move in long, slow strokes that grew faster and faster because he felt so good, because I couldn’t help it. Because my body had a mind of its own and her mission was simple. Pleasure. And there was plenty of pleasure coursing through my veins as I used his body in the best possible way.
“Yeah, Ivy. Fuck this cock. Fuck it hard.”
My lips curled into a smile even as goosebumps broke out all over my body at the sound of his dirty command. But I did it, riding his cock harder and faster until I worried my nipples would chafe from rubbing up against his chest.
“Oh, shit!” I felt the orgasm start in my toes. Then tingles shot up my legs and spine, and every bolt of fire headed straight to the spot where we were joined together.
“Oh, Shae, yes, please!”
“Again,” he growled and sat forward, pulling a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and groaned as more pleasure shot through me.
“Yes!” His teeth sank into the delicate flesh of my nipple and ripped the orgasm from me like a tidal wave, only it didn’t crash down on me, it just yanked me under until I didn’t know which way was up. Waves crashed around me, knocking me around while Shae pounded into me hard and grinding until his body stilled, vibrated.
“Jesus, yes.” It was a low, sexy growl and that last pump yanked another burst of pleasure from my body. His hips still moved and I shook, convulsed and cried his name over and over.
“At least you know who made you feel this way,” he chuckled.
I was spineless and boneless. So satisfied I couldn’t fucking move. Or wipe the goofy as hell grin off my face, but thankfully, he couldn’t see my face. Or my smile.
“Not likely to forget anytime soon. But feel free to remind me again.”
He chuckled and squeezed my ass, turning until we were laid out on the sofa, face to face.
“Very soon,” he said and we laid there in a comfortable silence as our breathing returned to normal.
I felt relaxed. More than relaxed, I felt content. In the moment. Satisfied as hell and it was all because of Shae. I brushed aside any thoughts other than how long it would take until I could get him inside me again because this was one night. Like those fancy shows down in Vegas. One night only.
“I heard something about potato soup,” Shae said after a while. “With Irish cheddar.”
I did something I’d never done when there was a naked man wrapped around me.
I laughed.
And then laughed some more.
Chapter Twelve
Shae
Waking up with a naked, curvy woman in my arms, long silky hair on my chest was my idea of a good damn start to a day. Ivy’s warm body was draped over mine, her thigh rested on top of mine and her hand rested low on my stomach. Too low as my cock woke up and realized a hot, willing woman was so close to him.
But a quick look at Ivy, strawberry blonde hair spilling over her face and my chest as she slept peacefully, a satisfied smile curving those plump lips, shit. She looked too peaceful to wake. Yet. After last night on the sofa and then on the sofa again, and the shower, and the kitchen, there was no fucking way in hell I would leave this house before I got another taste of her.
She wasn’t just willing, she was enthusiastic, and she didn’t hold back. And most of all, Ivy wasn’t shy once she got warmed up. Just thinking about last night had my cock hard and aching, straining toward her like a pleasure seeking missile.
Ivy moaned and snuggled closer and I knew I had to get up or I’d flip her over and slide into her cunt before she could open her pretty blue eyes and beg me for more. Easing away so as not to wake her, I finally freed myself of those hot curves and instantly, I felt cold without her heat. A quick stop in her bathroom, feminine yet functional, to freshen up and I slipped on my boxers and made my way down the hall into the rest of Ivy’s place.
It was homey and pretty, just like her, with splashes of sassy color to brighten up her otherwise traditional décor. It was all pretty much expected, brightly colored throw pillows on a neutral sectional sofa and colorful artwork on her off-white walls. Very girly.
The only thing I expected to see that I didn’t was walls and flat surfaces filled with photos of her friends and family. I knew she’d lost her parents, but other than the purposely-cheerful colors in the house, it seemed Ivy lived a solitary life. A lonely life.
I didn’t like to think of Ivy like that, lonely, so I made my way to the kitchen in search of coffee. Strong, hot and black were all I required. I found a fancy red and black coffeemaker and a sleek little grinder right beside it, which meant I was in for a good cup of joe.
Ivy’s kitchen looked to be the newest part of her place with all new cabinets, a new looking stove and fridge and enough equipment to launch a catering business. She liked to cook and based on last night’s soup, she was damn good at it. That meant if I opened the fridge, there would be food in there. I was sure of it.
A smile spread across my face as I found everything for the perfect breakfast after a long night of fucking. Pulling out eggs, bacon, peppers and onions, I grabbed a few tomatoes and knew exactly what I would make. As I got lost in chopping and whisking, my thoughts drifted to the Milano family. They had balls, those fuckers, to think they could come into our fucking city and try to take us over. It was so damn ballsy that I’d be impressed if I wasn’t ready to kill the motherfuckers.
“That smells delicious.” Ivy’s voice startled me out of my own dark thoughts and I turned with a smile.
She looked sexy as fuck and damned adorable in a pair of knee high argyle socks and a Deadpool t-shirt that barely covered her ass. “You look even more delicious.”
Her whole body softened and she smiled, doing that cute little head tilt thing women did when they were into me. “Good morning, Shae.”
“Morning, Ivy.” I winked and turned back to the stove to turn off the fire and pull the bacon from the oven.
“Sleep well?”
She moaned and when I turned her arms were stretched above her head, giving me a glimpse at a pair of tiny black panties and a sexy little strip of pale skin. Tempting. Teasing.
“I haven’t slept that good in ages. Thanks.”
I laughed out loud and shook my head. “Don’t think I’ve ever had a woman thank me for sex before.”
And hell yeah, it pumped my ego up just a little bit to hear her say that. But it was her laugh, loud and husky and full-bodied that had my cock going from half-chub to full mast.
“I didn’t thank you for the sex. I’m thanking you for the orgasms.”
I loved that after everything we’d done to each other last night and well into the morning, she stood there blushing.
“All of them.”
Ah, she wasn’t used to a man who could go all night.
“Believe me sweetheart, the pleasure was all mine.”
Ivy licked her bare lips, still as pink as they were right after I finished kissing her and walked toward me with a grin.
“Well not all your pleasure.”
&n
bsp; She was so fucking sexy I couldn’t wait to have her again. The way she looked up at me with that irresistible half-smile was too much. I leaned in with a grin.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Our lips touched and before my tongue was out of my mouth, her fingers wrapped around my hair to hold me close, sliding her tongue against mine in a dance we both knew well after last night. She tasted like mint and I couldn’t get enough of her, pulling her until she was damn near spread out on the countertop and my hands were filled with her fine ass.
She pulled back with wide eyes and a heaving chest along with a satisfied smile.
“Good morning, indeed.” Then her lips were on mine again, licking the seam back and forth before her tongue curled around mine.
“You like my kitchen?”
I frowned at the question but nodded. “It’s great.”
“Stainless steel, double ovens, six burners.”
“Ivy . . .”
Her words stopped and she smiled mischievously. “And best of all, a warming oven. For when you’re not quite ready for breakfast.”
Her laugh was what broke my resolve, and though I hated it, I turned and shoved everything into the oven and hit the button marked warm.
“Best fuckin’ kitchen ever.”
Ivy nodded her agreement and reached for the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing at me.
“Soon to be my favorite room in the house,” she purred and pulled me close. I kissed her mouth down to her neck and that one freckle between her tits that seemed to make me lose my fucking mind. She leaned back with her chest thrust out, allowing me full access to her body.
“Love the socks,” I told her, pulling a deep-throated laugh from her even as she held my head in one hand, keeping my mouth as close to her sweet tits as possible.
“Thanks.”
Her fingers brushed my cock and I groaned in her mouth and pulled back.
“Lie back.” Her brows crinkled in confusion but she laid back, propped up on her elbows so she could look at me while I stroked her legs up to the thighs, letting my knuckles brush her swollen pussy.
“You’re already wet for me, babe.”
“What can I say? I find you very arousing.”
I laughed again, kissing my way down her body, sucking her pussy in my mouth through her panties until she cried out and bucked against me. It wasn’t enough and I tugged her panties to the side, smiling down at her swollen, glistening cunt.
“See?” I told her and licked her from her entrance to her clit. “I taste just how arousing you find me.”
“Good, because I do,” she panted. “I really, really do.”
I knew she did but not just because she was soaked and not even the way she wrapped her legs around my neck and ground against me. I knew because of the way she gently stroked my hair while I licked her pussy. I slipped one finger deep inside her, up to the last knuckle, and I pulled it out slowly, dripping wet, watching as her blue eyes turned dark with desire. My hand slid down, and I rubbed her pussy juice all over her tight pink asshole.
“Shae,” she moaned, rubbing herself against my finger as I kept lapping up those juices.
She wanted it as much as I did. Her grip tightened in my hair as my slick finger invaded her butt; the steady pressure on her clit was too much and her orgasm began. Slowly.
“Oh, Shae!” That voice egged me on and her hips moved faster, bucking against my mouth and then my finger. I loved the way I pleased her from both ends.
I looked up to watch her as she watched me. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
She let out a harsh laugh and grinned. “If I say yes will you put your mouth back where it belongs?”
I teased her, flicking my tongue against her clit fast enough to bring the orgasm up her body.
“Fuck, Shae!”
That was the last coherent word she said as I licked her pussy and fingered her ass to the sounds of her moans and screams. She was loud and talkative and I was so hard, my cock leaked a continuous stream of pre-come in my boxer briefs. When I sucked her clit and twisted my finger inside of her, Ivy fell apart into a long, fiery orgasm that made her whole body vibrate. Her ass pulsed around my finger, clamped down so hard I wish it was my cock buried there instead.
Finally her body went slack and her chest heaved under the intensity of her orgasm. Eventually, she laughed and breathed, “God that was insane!”
She was fucking gorgeous with her orgasmic glow tinting her skin a soft shade of pink, nipples hard as her tits jiggled under her laughter.
“Amazing. Incredible. But also totally fucking insane.”
I gave her one last lick, feeling satisfied when little aftershocks made her tremble. “If you’re good and eat all your breakfast, I’ll give you something sweet to put in your mouth.”
She looked up at me and grinned. “I’m already wet just thinking about it.”
Yep, this chick was dangerous. Too bad danger was my middle fucking name.
***
“This is delicious, Shae. I can’t believe you cooked breakfast.”
Ivy leaned back in her seat and smiled at me. “I must have really rocked your world.”
“And tilted it on its fucking axis.” That was the truth. Ivy was a treat I hadn’t seen coming. Almost made me want to thank those stupid fucking Milanos. And I would, after I pissed on their graves.
Ivy rolled her eyes but her pink lips glistened as she smiled around a slice of bacon. “Thanks for the breakfast too.”
“My pleasure.” We ate mostly in silence, both of us ravenous. I couldn’t believe I made breakfast. I never did day-after breakfasts, but after a whole night of fucking, I felt like I owed it to her.
“So Ivy, other than taking care of your brother, what do you do?”
“I work as a graphic designer. Mostly I work from home but on occasion some clients require me to come into the office. It’s rare though.”
“Sitting inside and staring at a computer all day sounds like a special kind of hell to me.”
She laughed and I realized how that might have sounded. “I didn’t mean—”
“No, it’s all right. I love it, actually. Creating something from nothing and helping businesses reach their goals is pretty amazing.”
She sighed wistfully and I wondered what she was thinking.
“You know, it’s not what I planned to do with my life but after my parents died,” she hesitated just a moment but it was enough to let me see the pain it still caused her. “Well, I needed to make sure Ian finished school so I started taking gigs on freelance websites because they didn’t need to know my age. I got better at it and made a business out of it.”
Very few things were as sexy as a woman who made her own money, but that definitely topped my list. Most women could spot designer jeans and Armani shoes from a mile away and once they smelled that money there was no way to know what they wanted more. Me or my money. Not that they had a chance in hell of getting either. “You live alone?”
She nodded and brushed some of her hair from her shoulders with greasy fingertips. “Yep. I thought maybe Ian might stay here while he recuperates but he has other plans.”
I knew women, which meant I knew more than enough to stay away from that landmine.
“Now you can focus on yourself,” I said, mopping up my eggs with a piece of toast. Ivy struck me as a person who didn’t focus on herself very much. Suddenly, I wanted to know why.
“What about you, Shae? What is it that you do for a living? I know you work for your father, but what is it exactly that you do?”
Her questions caught me off guard, and I took too long to answer.
“Okay, how about you tell me what kind of job has bad guys showing up at the hospital trying to choke you out?”
Damn. Not so shy after all. “Like I said, it was work stuff Ivy. And I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Of course.” She fell silent and took angry bites of her southwest ome
let, stealing all the salsa and keeping it just out of my reach.
“You’re gonna pout?”
She looked up and finished chewing. “Nope. No reason to pout.” Looking down at her plate, her eyes darkened and her brows dipped in anger as she pushed away from the table. “I just … never mind.”
I wasn’t so big an idiot I didn’t know what that meant. Ivy was pissed. “It’s nothing, really Ivy. They want something my company doesn’t want them to have.”
“Sure.” She shook her head as she stacked dishes. She pushed the chair back with more force than necessary and dumped everything into the sink, then turned on the water.
“You know Shae, I’m not asking for anything other than to get to know you. I don’t just sleep with people, which, I know is hard to believe considering everything, but it’s true. I shared my life with you, told you everything, and you’ve told me nothing. I don’t even know your last name.”
I could hear the frustration in her voice and more than anything, it pissed me off.
“Yeah, well I didn’t ask you to share, did I Ivy?”
“Actually you did. We’re just strangers, remember saying that? But forget it,” she said, her voice dripping with disappointment.
“I meant name and serial number. Not spill your guts.” Even though I didn’t know her well, I didn’t have to turn to hear just how done with me she was and that should’ve been fine. Ivy should’ve been just another notch on the bed post.
“I’m just not the sharing type, Ivy. It has nothing to do with you. Can’t we just, hell I don’t know Ivy, can’t we just have some fun? Keep it casual?”
It was so quiet I could have heard a fucking pin drop in her kitchen.
Minutes passed as she made what seemed like a dozen trips from the sink to the table to gather up the dishes and wash them. The water finally shut off and I felt—rather than heard—her move around the kitchen.
“No Shae, I can’t keep it casual. I’m sorry, but I can’t. We had a good time together, but I’m not cut out for sport fucking.”
