Zero to Sixty

by Marie Harte

  “Are you kidding? You see this, right?” He held his erection. “I’m wet, ready to come so hard. In you, right?”

  “Yes.” She blushed; she couldn’t help it. Sam was so honest and frank. And so big. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”

  He groaned. “Okay, lose the skirt before I come from just looking at you.”

  She noticed he stopped touching himself. God, the power from his desire made her giddy. She slowly dropped the skirt, wanting to see his reaction to her heels and thigh highs.

  He didn’t disappoint. “Christ. You’re keeping the stockings and shoes on. But everything else has to go. Right now.”

  Smiling, she shimmied out of her panties and bra.

  He slid to his back on the bed. “Right now. Your pussy over my face. Hurry up.”

  She laughed. “So romantic.”

  “That’s what the rose petals are for,” he growled. “Now sit on my face so I can eat you out, then fuck you till you scream.”

  “Till who screams?”

  He moaned. “Probably me. I’m so hard it hurts. Come on, Ivy. Stop teasing.”

  She joined him on the bed, walking up his body on her knees. But he wouldn’t let her take her time. Sam pulled her over his face and sucked her clit into his mouth like a starving man. Already wet for him, it didn’t take her long to come. Not with his hot hands gripping her hips, his tongue and teeth licking and nipping her into a powerful orgasm.

  Before she knew it, he was moving her, positioning her over his cock. “Sit on me. God, yes.” He groaned and positioned himself at her entrance. “Now, slide down, Ivy. Fuck.”

  She watched him, steadying herself on his shoulders while she eased her body over him. Even as wet as she was, he was a tight fit. Once he’d penetrated her fully, they both stilled, absorbing the pleasure, the rightness, of their connection.

  “Sam.”

  “Yeah, baby. So good.” He gripped her hips and started moving her, and each jolt of his presence inside her touched a deeper part that scuttled toward another, hardier climax. “I’m so close.”

  His abs clenched, and his pecs contracted as he moved her faster. And then she joined him, rocking over him and taking him deeper, needing him to feel the same bliss she’d just experienced. She stared at him, watching him watch her, so consumed with the man.

  “Come in me, Sam. All in me.”

  “Yeah. Oh yeah.” He felt so full, so thick inside her. “Fuck. Take it. Oh, fuck.”

  He shouted and bucked up into her, then stopped as he came. She felt him shuddering beneath her, but he wasn’t done.

  He rubbed her clit as he continued to seize, and she jerked and came again, with such intensity she saw black for a moment.

  He swore and continued pumping, but she could only moan, lost in ecstasy.

  When he finally ceased, he pulled her down to his chest, still connected, inside her. “Can’t move,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head, her cheek, her mouth. “So good.”

  “Ung.” She had nothing left to say, trying to catch her breath and get past the sparkles flashing before her eyes.

  “Yeah, ung.” He chuckled and spilled out of her. “Shit.” Reaching beside them, he found a cloth and pushed it between her legs. “I left a lot in you, Ivy.”

  “You did.” She remained on top of him, resting against his thick body and feeling his heart race while he cleaned her up. “Sam, I…” She wanted to tell him she loved him so badly. But she couldn’t.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  She doubted it. “So how about some wine while we wait for the next round?”

  “I like your style.” He grinned, his delight contagious.

  He wriggled out from under her, ignored her moan of complaint, and left, returning with wine and something else.

  “Chocolate-covered strawberries?”

  “I know. It’s kind of cliché, but—”

  “You know what cliché means?”

  He smacked her ass, then scooted her over, sitting up next to her. “You like?”

  “I love.” She ran a hand over his thigh to his cock.

  “Oh, I love too.” He molded her hand around him. “You keep holding me, guaranteed we go again in a few minutes.”

  “Wow. That’s some staying power.”

  “No, that’s you in stockings and heels.” He swallowed hard and poured them both wine. “Ivy, I’m just gonna say it. You’re the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”

  “Sam.” She smiled, feeling amazing. “So are you, though I doubt I have as many partners to compare to yours.”

  “Maybe not, but you had guys you loved and all. I just had girls I slept with. Like, hot chicks. Strippers with big tits.” He turned bright red and covered his eyes. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

  She would have hit him if he hadn’t been so pathetically amusing, because he seemed really embarrassed. “So bigger than mine?” She lifted her boobs.

  “Damn. Uh, yeah. But none of those women ever made me lose it like that.” He set the wine aside. “None of them made me want to be with them all the fucking time. None of them made me smile or laugh.”

  She sobered, feeling his truth. Knowing it. “Me too, Sam. This—us—it’s different.”

  “Better than Max?”

  She didn’t have to think twice. “So much better. Because it’s real.”

  He sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Real. I want this to be real forever.”

  Oh man. She did too. She nodded, unable to put into words what she felt, because she feared scaring him off the way she did everyone she deeply cared about.

  “Ivy.” He groaned and kissed her. “Can I feed you some strawberries and lick wine off your nipples?”

  She laughed, coughed, then nodded. “Um, yes. But only if I can rub chocolate on your cock and nibble too.”

  “Jesus. Okay. You first.”

  “Thought you’d say that.” She laughed. He hadn’t been lying. It didn’t take him long to get ready and willing again. But then, it didn’t take her long either.

  Chapter 17

  Sam woke early enough that it was still dark outside. He had his arms full of a naked Ivy. He’d finally allowed her to remove her stockings and heels, but only because they’d needed to sleep.

  He’d taken her three times, made her groan and sigh his name before he’d come. Even when she’d been blowing him, he’d refused to find pleasure first.

  Man, this night… He’d never forget it. He’d never been around anything—anyone—so damn good for him. His mind and heart full of Ivy, he couldn’t breathe in without taking some part of her close—her scent, her taste, her touch…

  Her fuckin’ taste. The woman had a golden pussy. Crude but true. He could eat her out for hours on end. And she loved it. She got so wet for him. She wasn’t thinking about some other prick either. Ivy looked at him while they had sex. They stared into each other’s eyes; they touched with care. He’d never been fucked the way she took him, riding him while smiling and looking like she…loved…him.

  He tensed, because she hadn’t said it or anything, but he felt cared for in a way he never had been. He hadn’t been lying—he never wanted this with her to end.

  Noting the gradual lightening of the dawn, he wanted to make another memory. This one a little kinkier and something he knew she’d go for. They hadn’t just fucked last night. They’d laughed and talked too.

  He knew she loved sweets, sci-fi movies, and manga, that she wanted to go back to school and learn more, that she still didn’t understand why her family was so weird. He’d shared more with her than with anyone else except for Foley. Telling her about the guys at work, about his shameful fights at the House and why he used them to feel better about himself. About his same confusion in regards to family, though part of that had been a lie.

  He
knew why his mother hated him. But since he had tried everything in his power to make up for it and still struggled to make things right, he figured he could be forgiven the small untruth.

  He’d told her how he loved going to Ray’s because he felt like he belonged there.

  And then his sweetheart had offered to go back with him because she’d liked it too. The little liar. But that she’d want to be with him where he felt good, that mattered.

  A hell of a lot.

  He also knew his woman had never been so well pleasured before. She touched him all over. Even in sleep, she reached for him.

  Sam smiled. He’d make her scream for him this time.

  He gave her his own massage, stroking lightly from her delicate feet, up her toned calves and thighs, then rubbing her sex, lingering over the sexy strip of hair over her pussy. She was still wet, moist from their last union and growing wetter as he touched her. He lingered over the small bud growing harder between her legs.

  Unable to help himself, he kissed her there, teething her clit the way she liked, and had her reaching for him, no longer asleep.

  “Sam?” Her throaty question demanded an answer.

  He kissed his way up her belly to her perfect breasts. Full but not overly large, they fit right into his hands. He kissed and sucked, rolling her nipples between his teeth.

  She gripped his hair, hard, and he moaned, loving her roughness.

  “Oh God. Yes.”

  He slid up her body, going higher, until he reached her mouth. She still tasted of wine and chocolate, and he sipped from her, drunk on desire.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, putting his dick right where it needed to be.

  He pulled back. “Not yet, baby. Let’s try something new.” He’d feel even bigger inside her.

  He flipped her over, onto her belly, then pulled her up, so she rested on her hands and knees.

  “Sam. Please.”

  He angled himself so he slid between her legs, grazing her clit but not penetrating from behind.

  Then he leaned over her and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples, and continued to rock.

  “Sam. More.” She moaned as she bucked against him, her frailer frame no match for his powerful body.

  “When you’ve earned it,” he teased.

  “Sam.”

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Use those exact words.” He loved hearing her talk dirty. His sweet girl with a mouth that could suck him to heaven.

  “You’re such a tease,” she complained, still trying to get him to penetrate her.

  “Uh-huh. Say it. Tell me you want my fat cock in your pussy, hammering until you come all over me.” He was arousing himself, imagining taking her hard, emptying inside her once more.

  He couldn’t explain it, but coming inside her without a condom was as much a turn-on as her body was. It was like a claiming, leaving a piece of himself behind. The thought of her having his child both scared and thrilled him, even though he knew she was protected.

  “Take me, Sam.” She put her hand under herself to stroke his cock.

  “Shit. Come on, say it.” He closed his eyes, lost in her touch.

  “I want you to fuck me. So hard. Until I come all over—”

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He angled himself at her entrance and thrust hard and deep. And then he was fucking her, owning her, stretching her tight pussy as she cried for more and pleaded with him to come.

  “Touch yourself,” he growled, unable to stop, nearing his own end.

  But as he saw her reach between her legs, he eased up so as not to topple her over.

  “Sam. Sam,” she yelled as she clamped down on him, shaking, coming, and taking him with her.

  Two more hard pumps and he jetted inside her, his tight grip on her hips enough to leave bruises. He would have been upset with himself if he hadn’t known he’d brought her such pleasure.

  She shivered under him as he pumped what was left of his seed inside her.

  When he started to withdraw, she reached for him. “No. Don’t leave me.”

  “Never,” he agreed, meaning something completely different. But when he started to flag, he pulled out and flopped next to her.

  “I’m a mess.”

  “I know.”

  She gave a weak chuckle. “You sound so proud.”

  “Baby, I am. I came so hard, all in you.” Satisfaction mixed with love. “You’re mine.”

  She turned, and he couldn’t see her expression in the darkness, though the dawn continued to break. “This, us. It’s more than sex, isn’t it?”

  She sounded hopeful, which overjoyed him. “It is for me.”

  “Oh good.” She snuggled closer. “Because it is for me too.” Then she reached beside her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m leaking!”

  He chuckled and handed her another washcloth. “Ivy, I want to do all this with you again. Like, in my place or yours. Just being with you makes me happy.” So much easier to say without her looking at him. Because he knew he sounded like an emotional putz, but he couldn’t help it. “I know this might seem too soon, but I want us to be together, like, just us.”

  “I thought we were just us.”

  “We are. It’s just…” How to say what he didn’t understand? “You called me your boyfriend.”

  “Yeah?”

  “And I think of you as my girlfriend.”

  “Good.”

  He felt unsure. “But I think of you as more than that. Like, a maybe permanent girlfriend.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to be mine. To go to the wedding with me. Hell, both of them. To share the dog. To, like, make dinner together and shit. Watch movies. Sleep together. Live together.” Hell. That had just popped out.

  The room lightened enough he could see her stunned expression and prayed he hadn’t ruined things. “Live together?”

  “Damn. Too soon. Sorry. It’s just that I feel a lot for you. And I want to be with you more.”

  She sat up and stared at him.

  “Please tell me I haven’t scared you off.”

  “No.” Her shy smile relieved him. “I’ve been worried I’ll scare you off.” She sighed. “Sam, I feel the same way about you. I want to be with you all the time. I have fun with you. I’m just not sure it’s healthy to feel this way.”

  “Healthy?”

  “What if I cling to you so much I freak you out? What if I start being too much, and you realize you don’t want me anymore?”

  “Are you high?”

  She smacked him in the leg and gave a half laugh, half sob. “Oh, darn it.” Tears poured in earnest.

  “Shit, Ivy. Don’t cry.” Starting to freak out at her tears, he pulled her into his lap and rocked her until she stopped.

  “S-see? I’m a mess.” She sniffed.

  He thought she was perfect. “What’s all this about?”

  “No one loves me.” She moaned. “God, that sounds so lame. Even to me. But it’s true. I think I’m unlovable.”

  He pulled back to stare at her. “Are you shitting me?”

  “My parents have never liked me. My brother turned on me too. My first love dumped me, although to be fair I dumped him too. And Max, the man I loved and planned to have children with, he dumped me for someone else.” She wiped her eyes. “There’s something wrong with a person when their parents don’t love them, don’t you think?”

  “Then there’s something really wrong with me,” he said bluntly. “My mother hates my guts.”

  “No. No, you’re fine. I’m just—”

  “Shut up. You’re beautiful, smart, and kind. I fucking love you.”

  She gaped.

  “I mean, I love being with you,” he hurried to say but didn’t think he’d successfully cover
ed his slipup. “Your parents are fuckheads.”

  “Yeah? Then so’s your mother. Any woman who can’t appreciate your big heart, those gorgeous eyes, the way you help anyone who needs it, is a fuckhead too.”

  His heart totally belonged to her. No question. He had to clear his throat, full of emotion. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She pulled him in for a rough kiss, her green eyes fierce. “Anyone can see you’re a man worth keeping. So, what? We’re two unlovable, dysfunctional morons who have amazing sex and want to be together, is that it? We can do whatever we want, right? No rules for us?”

  He felt lighter than he ever had. “Hell yeah. No rules for us.”

  “Well, maybe one rule.”

  He would give her anything she wanted, do anything she wanted, for this chance at a future together. “What’s that?”

  “You and that room. If we’re going to be spending a lot of time together, the messiness has to stop.”

  “Shit woman. That’s the way I organize—in stacks.”

  She glared, but he could see the happiness behind the tears she wiped away. “You have issues, buddy. And if our dog is going to be living in your place as much as mine, we need to fix your tendency to not put things away.”

  Damn. She was serious. He might actually have to fold his clothes and pick them up off the floor all the time. “Well, maybe.”

  She raised a brow and wiggled on his lap, no doubt feeling the return of his arousal.

  He stroked her back. “So I’ll make you a deal.”

  “I’ll bet you will.”

  “I’ll clean up if you’ll help me. But only if you give me that massage you promised.”

  She blushed. “You’re only with me for the kinky massage, aren’t you?”

  “I packed some oil in case you said yes.” He winked.

  “Tit for tat, then.”

  He laughed. “Tit it is. On your back, woman. You’re first. And no more talking…”

  * * *

  Ivy existed in a state of delight and wonder for the next two days. Sam and she were a couple, and she couldn’t get his words out of her head. He’d said he loved her. A slip of the tongue, but she treasured it, pretending he’d meant it.