Who Pissed Off Ivy Dell? (Ivydell Book 3)

5. Jensen

Jensen

The septic work at Dice’s would’ve been so much worse without Cujo’s help. If we’re lucky, it was the last time any of us will have to patch a field line. His system is old, but the repair will keep it functioning for a while longer.

Ivy’s been quiet today. I check my phone again. Still no new texts, not even a link to a video she’s sure I’ll find as funny as she does. She’s usually right. Her silence either means she’s catching up on work or hatching a plan. The last time she went a whole day with no contact, she was repainting signs. She might’ve been a little pissed off at me, too.

I can’t think of anything she’d be mad at me about today, though. And there’s no sign left untouched.

You got plans for dinner?

What did you have in mind?

Popcorn?

Come on over.

Oh, you expect me to deliver it?

I tip very well.

Can’t argue with that point. I search my fridge and freezer for something that could actually count as dinner. We’re definitely starting with popcorn, but I’m going to want something more substantial afterwards. All I’ve got is eggs. And cheese. Omelets? Not that I can make a fucking omelet. I can scramble them, though. Cheesy scrambled eggs it is.

I add a bottle of wine to the bag and head out.

Ivy opens her door with a smile, her hair is still damp from the shower, and there’s a sun-kissed glow on her cheeks. She must’ve spent some time outside today. I want to touch her warm skin, breathe in the smell of her shampoo, and taste her kiss, but I also want to memorize every detail about her standing in the doorway, smiling at me like this.

“That’s a big bag for popcorn.”

“I brought dinner, too.”

“Oh, yeah? What are we having?”

“Cheesy scrambled eggs and wine.”

“Classy.”

“Damn. I should’ve left off the wine.” I step forward and claim her mouth with mine. The kiss is aggressive, and she matches my intensity. “I was kind of in the mood for trashy this evening.”

“Would you settle for a classy slut?”

“Is that like an average slut, but with a nice glass of wine in her hand?”

“Who are you calling average?”

“Not you, beautiful. You are a superior slut.” I kiss her on the forehead and step past her.

She follows me into the kitchen. “Did you bring butter for my popcorn?”

“Of course. You’re not dealing with an amateur here.”

I open the wine and pour us both a glass. She trails her tongue around the rim to tease me while we wait for the kernels to explode. “You keep doing things like that and you’re going to end up with burned popcorn.”

Her laugh is seductive, and I don’t even think she’s trying. “No meteor shower tonight,” she says. “What am I supposed to look at while I eat my popcorn?”

“You’ll see stars. I promise.”

The first kernel pops, and she jumps a little, which makes her giggle at herself, and that makes me laugh. “Somebody’s jumpy tonight.”

“Maybe she’s just really excited about the appetizer portion of the meal.” She puts the butter in the microwave.

“I know I’m looking forward to it.”

She hands me a bowl, and I dump the popcorn into it. Her hand looks so delicate as she pours the melted butter over it. Mine are rough, and they bear more than a few scars, but hers are smooth, unmarred except for one small white V on the side, near the base of her thumb.

“How’d you get that scar?”

“Broke a glass while washing dishes. I forget it’s even there.”

Bringing her hand up for closer inspection, I kiss the thin scar. It’s so symmetrical, it almost looks intentional. “Even your scars are beautiful.”

“So are yours.”

I know she meant something deeper, but I hold her hand next to mine for comparison, anyway. She pulls our hands toward the popcorn bowl. “You have to stir the butter.”

Her hand plunges into the bowl. I shake in some salt, and then my hand follows hers. We toss the popcorn around, our fingers colliding, lifting a mountain of popcorn until some topples over the edge.

We take turns feeding each other, and I’m having a harder time than usual taking my eyes off her tonight. But I’m ready for hers to close, so I make her see stars.

She brings her wine, but leaves the popcorn in the kitchen, when I pull her toward the bed. I laugh to myself at the amethyst figure she keeps on her nightstand, facing away from her pillow because she’s been a little unsettled by it ever since the spooky sisters gave it to her. And more so since I turned it around to face her in the middle of the night. I’m going to turn it around while she sleeps every chance I get because it’s funny, but there really is something slightly unnerving about it.

I take Ivy’s glass and set it next to the not-angel-maybe-ghost amethyst woman.

“Lie down.”

“I can’t. You haven’t undressed me yet.”

“Such a brat, making me do all the work.”

She bites her lip and shrugs. “Hey, you want access, work for it.”

“Work for it, huh?” Dropping to my knees, I yank her shorts down her long legs, discovering she didn’t bother with panties after her shower. Her bare pussy is perfection. I tease my tongue into her seam and trace her clit until it starts to swell. Her fingers sink into my hair, but I stop and stand again.

I pull her t-shirt up, already knowing she’s not wearing a bra. The anticipation of seeing her tits has my mouth watering, but I pause before the reveal. She’s watching my face, but I can’t peel my gaze off her body to make eye contact.

Her nipples are erect, and they harden further when the air hits her skin as I remove her shirt. My thumbs tease over them, and I groan as they firm up even more. I take one into my mouth, and she moans, lacing her fingers into my hair again. I squeeze her ass, and she rises onto the balls of her feet, her back arching, pushing her breast harder against my mouth.

I slide over to suck her other nipple, and her fingers clench in my hair. Her ass cheeks contract in my hands as it happens, making me wonder if her pussy is clenching, too. I release her ass, and then immediately slap the left cheek. “You ready to lie down yet?”

She sits on the bed and begins to scoot backward. Once her calves are on the mattress, I grab her ankle to halt her, pull her leg up and slide two fingers into her pussy. “So fucking wet. And tight.”

I stare down at her while I continue to finger her. “Do you like this?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Really? You’re going to be a good girl for me so early?” I force a third finger in, knowing she’s not entirely ready for it.

She gasps, winces at the fullness, but she continues to tease. “Is it too soon, Daddy?”

“Never.” I ream her harder. “Is this too much?”

“No. But it’s not what I want.”

“Tell me.”

“I want your mouth. I want you to lick my pussy until I see stars.”

“I can’t get into position until you do.” I remove my fingers, lower her leg to the bed, and let go of her ankle.

She slides back and shifts her body, readjusting until her head is on her pillow. I sit on the bed and take off my shoes and socks, and pull my shirt over my head. When I stand and drop my pants, she spreads her legs so I can take my place between them.

While I was fucking her with my fingers, her juices spread over her lips, and they’re still glistening as my face comes nearer. I lick over them and her hips rock. She stills when my tongue probes her opening. Her sweet arousal coats my tongue, and I can’t get enough of the taste of her as I lick and tease out more of her essence. I stay there for a while, devouring her. Her soft moans tell me she’s enjoying it, but this won’t cast stars on the insides of her eyelids. There’s only one way to do that.

I trace her clit with the tip of my tongue, flick over it a few times until her hips gently buck. My lips knead her clit, and then I caress it with my tongue as her hips circle. Then I draw her stiffening clit between my lips again and suck on it.

My name leaves her mouth behind a sound that is equal parts moan and whimper. Her hands fist the blanket, and her head lolls to the side. A few seconds later, her breath hitches and her ass quivers. My hands press against her inner thighs to keep them from closing in on me while her orgasm crests. She cries out and I suck harder, showing her all the stars.

I glide my tongue back down to her opening and taste her sweet cum. My mouth skates through her delicious slick release, avoiding her sensitive clit to allow her a chance to recover.

When her breathing falls back into a normal rhythm, I slide two fingers inside her and bring my tongue back to her clit. She lies back and lets me pleasure her a second time.

“Do you want another one?”

“I want you to fuck me, Jensen.”

“How do you want it?”

“However you want.”

I rim her asshole with my fingers still drenched from her cunt. “Here?”

“There’s lube in the drawer. Condoms, too.”

“Roll onto your side.”

She rolls over and bends her top leg, dragging her knee up to increase my access.

I open a condom, roll it down my hard dick, and rub lube over it. Then I squirt some onto her and work it in with one finger. She tenses a little, so I go slow, adding more lube. When her muscles relax for me, I push my finger deeper. After a minute, I work a second finger into her the same way.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she says.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I want it, just want you to know I might need a little more time to adjust.”

“I won’t rush.” I start to slide my fingers in and out. “Is this all right?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

She thrusts back onto my fingers, and I stop moving them so she can set the pace. It feels so damn good to have her rocking her ass back to take my fingers. When she picks up the pace, I hold out for a few more minutes before asking, “Are you ready for my dick?

“I think so.”

I remove my fingers slowly and position the head of my cock against her tight ass, pressing the crown inside until she tenses again. Holding steading, I kiss her neck, and whisper, “I’m going to stay right here. Push back when you’re ready. You’re in control now.”

Her body softens, and after a few minutes, she slides back, taking me a little deeper. And then a little more. When I’m all the way in, I close my eyes and get lost in the bliss. She slowly slides off, and my breathing shallows. She thrusts back to take it again, still moving slowly, but she doesn’t stop to adjust to the fullness at any point. I’m reseated with one smooth thrust.

“You’re doing so good. It’s all you, baby. Take what you want.”

Her strokes speed up a little, and she doesn’t pause at the bottom, anymore. She’s found an easy rhythm and it’s fucking amazing, but it takes all my restraint not to meet her thrusts yet.

When she starts to moan, I push my hips forward. “Is it okay if I join in?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, is she trying to kill me? I manage a few strokes, but the more her muscles loosen, the quicker mine tighten. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t expect to blow this fast. “I can’t hold it, Ivy.”

“Don’t hold back. Come in my ass, Jensen.”

Every muscle and tendon in my body seize when she says my name with my cock buried in her ass. It’s not like I have the power to resist doing exactly what she told me to, but it might be the greatest goddamn release I’ve ever felt. I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body.

After I regain enough strength to take my cock out of her, she rolls onto her back and smiles at me. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. You can join me if you want. And then you can cook us dinner.”

“You might have to help with dinner. I’m not sure I could crack an egg right now.”

She twists her hair up in a clip and steps under the hot water. I step in after her. A woman has never been safer from sexual advances in a shower with me. Until she soaps up her tits and my dick reactivates like it just got a new battery.

“Uh-uh,” she says, glancing warily at my emerging erection. “I need a break. And food.”

“You’re the one who woke him up.”

“Hot water’s all yours.” She hops out and grabs a towel.

My dick is the only muscle that’s come back onboard. The rest of me is still drained. I laugh at how quickly she retreated though. Good to know she thinks so highly of my stamina.

By the time I dry off and come out of the bathroom, she’s stolen my shirt. I reach for my underwear but don’t both with anything else. I take my wine glass from the counter where I left it. She’s eating the popcorn by the fistful and her glass is half-empty.

“I cracked the eggs,” she says, pointing to the bowl they’re floating in. “So don’t say I didn’t help.”

“Go sit down so I can scramble them. You’re distracting me again.”

She pulls one of the chairs out from her table and turns it to face the kitchen. Then she sits cross-legged on it, making my shirt rise up to her hips, revealing just enough of her snatch to make my dick twitch.

“You’re mean.”

“Are you sure that’s the word you were looking for?”

I take a drink of my wine and stare at that entire chair full of sassy gorgeousness. And then I turn around and get started on our gourmet dinner. “I meant beautiful. And mean.”

She comes back into the kitchen and drops two slices of bread into her toaster.

“Guess what? I’m going to be on the planning committee for next year’s festival.”

My body locks from head to toe again, but it’s a far less pleasurable sensation. “How’d you decide that?”

“Petra and I decided together.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I’m certain with every cell of my being that she has misunderstood something, but I’m not going to tell her that. I can’t tell her that. There’s no way to say it that wouldn’t sound demeaning.

“And I’m about to play matchmaker for Cujo and Josephine.”

“I think you might be showing up a little late for that job.”

“Not matchmaker between a man and a woman. Matchmaker between a man and a tattoo artist.”

“She was a tattoo artist when they met. What am I missing here?”

“She wants to give him a tattoo, but she doesn’t want to bring it up because she’s afraid he might think she’s not good enough.”

“You might want to let them work that out on their own.”

“I think he just needs a little nudge in the right direction.”

“You’re going to nudge Cujo?”

“Gently.”

“Oh, well, as long as you’re just butting into his business gently.”

“I’m not butting in. I’m helping. There’s a difference. I met April today.”

“Damn. You had an eventful day.”

“I did. Is it true she and Cujo had a thing for a while?”

“Is that another issue you plan to help with?”

“No. But she shouldn’t hate Josephine because of it. I feel like they could be friends if everybody just cleared the air, you know?”

“That’s definitely a matchmaker challenge you should leave alone.”

“We’ll see. I need to get to know her a little better to be sure, but my instincts are usually good.”

“Let’s eat. Drink some wine. Get some sleep. You might have a whole new perspective by morning.”

“Maybe. My ass will probably still be sore, though.”

“You look so refined and sweet, and then you say things like that.”

“And you like me even more.”

I laugh into my wine glass. She’s not wrong.