I wasn’t sure how long we sat there kissing, nipping, making the most of what the other was offering. It was only when we broke apart to breathe, that I noticed how quiet the room had gotten.
She smiled. “Hey, sexy.”
“Hey, baby.” I placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Bashfully, she asked me, “Is it okay if I hang out with you guys until you’re done?”
“Hell yeah.” My eyes briefly dropped down to her lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Great.” She made a move to stand, but I pulled her back down to my lap.
I shook my head. “You can’t move yet.”
She looked down at my lap, before whispering, “Don’t worry. I’ll fix it later.”
At the sound of someone clearing their throat, I glanced over Ivy’s shoulder and noticed that my brothers and Deacon had all stopped eating and were watching me and Ivy, a combination of pride and jealousy reflected in each of their eyes.
“Well, damn,” Ares said. “I need to be late for dates more often if they all end with a kiss like that. I mean, shit, Ivy. What I gotta do to get that kinda greeting?”
“Shut up fool,” she said with a laugh, as she grabbed a plastic fork that was in reach and tossed it at him. She had to sit on my lap for ten more minutes before I was able to focus on finishing Deac’s tattoo without getting hard.
Chapter 13
“We eat pineapples to make our juices taste sweet, so when it comes to your man, wrap him in a treat.”
~ Meeka ~
(Because real friends let friends borrow the spotlight)
IVY
It took Theseus a couple more hours to finish Deac’s tattoo, but when he did, it looked amazing. Ares and Eros had left with Deac, which was perfect since I needed Theseus all to myself for the next part of my plan tonight.
“Are you cool if we head to my place so I can change before dinner?” he asked as we made our way to the front of the shop after cleaning up.
“Uh, actually, I was wondering if we could kick it here for a little bit.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “For real?”
Giving him my best good-girl smile, I told him, “Yeah.” Then, I grabbed his hand and began leading him up the stairs to the loft.
“Hmm … You wanna tell me why we’re headed to the loft?”
“You’ll see.” When we got to the top, I turned on the tall lamp and pushed him onto the futon, taking my phone out my back pocket. “Is your phone connected to that Bluetooth speaker over there?”
“Yeah.” His phone dinged, but he didn’t check it.
“That was me,” I told him. “I just invited you to check out the playlist I created on Spotify.”
He didn’t move, but kept those suggestive eyes planted on me. Watching. Waiting. The norm when it came to Theseus.
“Can I see your phone?” I asked.
Smiling slyly, he crossed his tatted, muscular arms, looking like he wasn’t sure what I was up to, but wasn’t gonna make it easy for me. My eyes glanced down at the way his legs were spread apart as he sat down. Could he be any sexier? He lightly rocked his right leg back and forth—which, of course, only made me focus on the imprint of his dick. A part of me wanted to ride him on that futon since I was horny as hell, but I was on a mission and that mission didn’t include making tonight about me.
Eventually, he handed me his phone. I went into his Spotify list and clicked on the playlist, scrolling until I found “Motivation” by Kelly Rowland and Lil Wayne. When the sound came through the speakers, he raised an eyebrow, but still didn’t say anything.
Since he was being so quiet, I asked him. “Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation, he proclaimed, “Yeah, I do.”
My smile widened, but I quickly went into my determined mode as I reached into my purse and pulled out a Fruit Roll-Up and Fruit by the Foot. I unwrapped them both and placed them on napkin I’d snagged from downstairs as I positioned them next to Theseus on the futon.
He glanced down at the treats and looked back at me. “You called me up here so we can eat some dessert?”
“Nah,” I told him, shaking my head. “Tonight, you are the dessert.” Before he had a chance to ask me any more questions, I tugged down his jogging pants. His long, lengthy piece of meat sprung free, and I briefly said a silent prayer for blessing me with a man with such a beautiful penis, regardless of how long he and I were together.
I dropped to my knees in front of Theseus and unwrapped the strawberry-flavored Fruit Roll-Up first, smiling to myself at the confused expression he wore. Good. He has no idea what I’m about to do to his ass. He was already hard as hell, but I ran my tongue up and down his shaft to get him even further along. After a couple minutes, he lightly grabbed the back of my head, not pushing it down, more like keeping me right where I was at.
All too soon—because I actually enjoyed sucking his dick much more than I ever thought I would—I stopped to wrap the top of his penis in the sweet delight, only briefly glancing up to see the look of shock, and anticipation, on his face. Next, I covered the bottom of his shaft with the cherry-flavored Fruit by the Foot, smoothing out any wrinkles, already anxious to taste my cherry-berry treat.
After he was all covered, I wasted no time getting to business, taking him into my mouth in a way that had his hips bucking off the bed.
“Shit, Ivy. What the—”
He didn’t get a chance to say anything else because I increased the strokes of my tongue, secretly thanking my girl for introducing me to something that made the act of sucking dick fun as hell. In my limited past with giving head, my jaws had often gotten tired, making it feel more like a chore than something I enjoyed doing. But this, this method of wrapping him in something that tasted so good and was so sticky, made me feel as if the main goal wasn’t just to please him, but to lick it all off as quickly as I could.
Theseus was groaning so loud, it was bouncing off the walls. I peeked up from my dick-down and noticed that his eyes were glued to me. Or rather, glued to my mouth as I showed him no mercy. In fact, his eyes seemed to be asking me for mercy. It took a few seconds for me to realize that he was warning me that he was close to coming. I was so in the zone, I hadn’t even noticed.
But I didn’t let up, making sure I licked a piece of the Fruit Roll-Up in the top-middle of his shaft that was being stingy and wouldn’t melt away. I kept my mouth focused on that part and twirled my tongue in circles until I felt all of the sweetness leave. That move must have pushed Theseus overboard, because next thing I knew, he was cursing and coming into my mouth in way that actually felt pretty damn good because I knew I was the one who’d pushed him to that breaking point.
After I was sure he was finished, I stood up and wiped the corners of my mouth, looking him dead in the eye. “Just wanted to say thanks for all your help lately.”
He ran his fingers down his face before meeting my eyes, making sure I heard him loud and clear when he told me, “Take this as my permission to let you thank me any time you want, any way you want. No questions asked from here on out.”
It took him a little while to recover, but when he did, he licked my pussy until I came … twice. Then fucked me on the futon, ignoring all of my cries for mercy when I was on my fourth orgasm. The nerve!
THESEUS
“You got this, Theseus. Just take it slow.”
I briefly glanced up at Ivy, soaking in her velvety voice, before looking back at my feet. “That won’t be a problem since I’m not tryin’ to bust my shit.”
She laughed as she skated in circles around me at the Fifth Third Arena ice skating rink close to the United Center on Chicago’s west side. Since the porn video was almost done shooting at my shop, we’d decided to go on a day date. However, I’d made the mistake of telling Ivy she could choose, not knowing she was gonna choose ice skating. An activity that I sucked so bad at, even the little kids were pointing and making fun of me.
“Don’t think,” she instructed. “
Just skate.”
I focused on her again. “Easy for you to say. You look like a graceful swan out here, and I look like one of those wacky inflatable signs that we be seeing outside car shops. And it’s cold as hell in here. Why is it that we’ve finally got a nice spring day in Chicago, yet, you decide to keep us in the cold?”
“Oh come on,” she teased. “It’s not that cold. Are you forgetting how Januarys are back in Michigan? You should be used to this.”
I stumbled a little more, but caught myself. “Sorry, but I don’t make it a habit of freezing my balls off for shits and giggles.”
Smiling, she leaned toward me. “Don’t worry, bae. I can make it better when we get back to your place.”
“Word?” I wasn’t sure I could handle the way Ivy tended to make shit better. Bruh, quit frontin’. You love the way she does everything. My legs still tingled every time I thought about her kneeling in front of me and pulling out that Fruit Roll-Up. I couldn’t even go down that aisle in the grocery store without buying every box on the shelf. Eros and Ares looked at me sideways since they had no idea why our pantry looked like we had about twenty kids between us and those rugrats visited all the time.
I stopped ice skating and pulled her to me, partially because I liked to keep her ass close, but mainly because I was bound to fall standing still if I couldn’t lean on her for support. She pushed her hair out of her face, careful to keep her light grey hat in place. She started talking, but to be honest, I wasn’t listening to anything she was saying. I was too busy trying not to kiss her. Oh, I wanted to kiss the mess out of her. However, I also wanted to stare at her and watch her talk. It was becoming one of my favorite things to do. Eventually, I’d start listening to what she was saying, but our connection was so strong, that I could feel her words when she touched me. Hear her thoughts when she looked at me. Sense her love when she hugged me.
Love … Love was a strong word and I was still working through my feelings, but I was pretty damn sure I was falling for Ivy Ashwood. Betta yet, I was certain that shit had happened back in high school. So I guess what I was feeling was only a heightened version of what I’d already known.
But you can’t tell her that shit. Things with Ivy and I had been going well ever since I learned about the experiment. Yet, I didn’t think I could just up and tell her how I was feeling. I wasn’t tryin’ to scare her off, and there was still a lot we had to get to know about each other. But I was sprung. Hooked. Mesmerized by her in every way possible.
Which is why I found myself asking her, “Are you excited that you only have a day or so left of shooting?” I needed to get a better idea on where we would stand once she was done.
“I am,” she replied with a smile. “Just like I’m excited to be meeting Tyler tonight to conclude this social experiment.”
Right. The experiment. Another reminder that I had been on borrowed time with her. “Can you call me when you’re finished with your meeting?”
“Of course.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and stared up at me, giving me that look like she had something else to say.
“Something on your mind, beautiful?” I asked her.
She shook her head, too quickly in my opinion. “Nope. I’m good. Just wondering if you’re ready to get off this ice and get something to eat.”
“Hell yeah,” I screamed, startling a woman skating past us. “Music to my damn ears.”
Chapter 14
“It’s not just about the journey. It’s about the friends you make along the way.”
~ Layla ~
IVY
“Well, look at who it is,” Tyler said as I walked into Brewed Awakening Bakery and Café, a cute little coffee shop in Chicago’s South Loop.
“Hey, Ty.” I gave him a hug before taking a seat and glanced around the vintage café. “This is super cute.”
He smiled. “And the owner is sexy as hell.” Tyler turned to check out the tall man with the rich milk chocolate skin who was standing behind the counter looking tastier than those brownies he was standing next to. He wasn’t paying us any attention, but clearly, he was a reason a lot of women came to the café because the place was poppin’ and the line was long.
“I guess I see why I almost slipped on some drool coming in here,” I joked.
Tyler rolled his eyes. “Well, clearly, Mr. High School Crush is doing something right if you won’t even put aside two minutes to admire that fine male specimen over there.”
I shook my head, realizing that I had never shared his name with Tyler. “His name is Theseus, but you’re right. Should we take a moment of silence in admiration?” I glanced at the owner again.
Tyler snapped his fingers. “Bitch, yes.” He twisted his seat around so we both had a good view. We watched the owner work the room for two full minutes before Tyler turned his seat back around.
“Okay,” he said. “Now that that’s out of our system. Let’s talk about next steps.” He pulled out a packet similar to the one he’d given me when we first met. “You still owe me a quick conclusion video that we will piece together with the last one you sent me, but as of tomorrow morning, you can officially change all your social media passwords so I won’t have access. Because trust, if you don’t, I will be nosy and search your shit.”
I laughed, although I got the feeling he wasn’t kidding. Tyler went over a few more details before telling me, “Ivy, I must say, I’m really proud of you. Some women could have made the topic you chose all about the sex and given us some truly THOTastic videos filled with all the wrong stuff. Don’t get me wrong. The network loves the shit out of a good THOT video, but they want work of substance, too. And, sweetie, that’s exactly what you gave me.”
He slipped me an envelope, then motioned for me to open it. I was surprised to see the check for five-thousand plus the bonus I was expecting, along with some additional coins. I looked curiously at Tyler.
“I may have told my boss to be extra giving since you’re my girl.”
“Thanks, Ty.” I leaned over to give him a quick hug. “I’m so glad I did this experiment and got you as my casting associate.”
He smiled. “Me too, boo. And when you and Theseus get married, I want you to make sure I get an invite.”
I laughed. “If we get married, I’m making you a bridesmaid.”
He frowned. “Oh hell no. Being a bridesmaid is hard work. I’d rather drink and dance my ass off than deal with your bridezilla ass. And before you say you wouldn’t be a bridezilla, I already know you would. Every woman is. Trust.”
“Deal,” I said with a smile. “I’m gonna miss you though.”
“Oh, hunny, we are still gonna talk.” He leaned in closer like I really needed me to hear what he was saying. “Your experiment is done. But now, I just got to get yo’ girl in order. Had to call my boss and tell him I’d be making a few more trips back and forth from New York to Chicago because she’s behind schedule and giving me mad lip.”
I squinted my eyes in confusion. “Are you talking about Layla?”
“Girl, yes,” he said. “She was driving her casting associate crazy, so of course, I got stuck with her. I know she’s your best friend, but sweetie is crazier than my ass, so using my witty charm to get her to focus is about as useless as saying a pimp’s prayer during Sunday service.”
Seriously? That chick didn’t even tell me she was working with Tyler. I laughed and played off Tyler’s confession, but I made a mental note to get her to fess up about her experiment because she’d been keeping her business extra hush.
“Before we leave, I just have one important question to ask you.”
I stopped thinking about Layla and gave him my full attention since I figured it had to do with the experiment. However, the last thing I expected him to say was, “Sis, we gotta chat about Black Lush Entertainment hiring some sexier males for your LGBTQIA+ adult films. Because Enrique with the long, half-wavy half-dreads hair and tongue that seems too big for his small mouth ain’t cute. I mean, ain’t his tong
ue shaped like a clover? On purpose? It’s nasty as hell, but y’all advertise him as the Latin lover of our fantasies.”
I started laughing so hard, I almost choked on my own spit, since I had to agree. I’d mentioned in a company meeting a couple months ago that I think we needed to replace Enrique.
“Homeboy would never be in any of my fantasies,” Tyler continued. “And I saw his ass on Jerry Springer back in the day sporting that same whack hair talking about he was tryin’ to find his daddy. Well, Jerry found his daddy and his mama and guess what? Enrique doesn’t have an ounce of Latin in him. His daddy is German and his mama is Polish. He just gets a tan like every damn day. His government name is Gerhard. Did you know that? Nobody wants to watch a Gerhard on screen. Hell, he doesn’t even put the ‘hard’ in Gerhard. More like the ‘Ger’ in germs because he didn’t even look like he showered in that last video.”
I was sure by the time Tyler finished, I didn’t have on any more eye-liner because I was crying from laughing so hard.
The next day, Monroe told me that she was confident we were going to wrap up shooting before the end of the night and she wasn’t lying. It only took us a half day’s work to finish, and the entire room erupted in cheer when she announced it was a wrap.
It didn’t matter how big or small the video was, I always felt a sense of accomplishment when shooting was finished. The only thing I wasn’t excited about was the fact that I had to fly to our office in LA tomorrow morning to meet with my manager to make sure the final product was great before we could ensure the client was satisfied.
“You did an amazing job,” Theseus said, kissing the side of my neck.
I turned to him and crossed my arms around his waist. “You didn’t even see the final product yet. The production team has to work their magic.”
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