14. Ivy
14
IVY
I liked all the different kisses I’d had with James.
The promise-laced one during my heat. The impulsive recklessness of last night’s.
This one started off tentative, exploring the taste of each other. Our bodies slipped and clicked into what felt right — his thigh between my legs, the twist of his sweater in my fist to bring him closer.
James nudged his leg against me and I could feel myself grow slicker. There was a hungry sort of push and pull between us. Friction building friction despite the layers separating our skin.
It was impossible to ignore his cock thickening against me, hot and hard and trapped.
I reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open with my thumb.
“Help me take it off,” I managed to say in the gaps when his lips weren’t on mine.
“Yeah, good idea.”
James twisted my request completely, a trickster finding loopholes for his own benefit.
He slid his palms up the outside of my thighs. Under my skirt. His thumbs hooked over the waistband of my tights, tugging them down and undressing me .
There was nowhere to hide, no way that James didn’t know that the gingerbread scent bomb that just detonated was because of my slick-soaked panties.
I yelped as he lifted me onto the kitchen counter and fitted himself between my spread legs. I tore off my sweater and my skirt rode up higher and higher until his bulge was pressed against my damp center.
“Do you still want your crepes?” he asked, moving down to kiss my neck.
“How can you, why would you…” I couldn’t even think. It wasn’t just the kisses but the way he was bracing my throat and jaw in his grip, holding me in place with just the right amount of pressure. “Crepes can come after , James,” I scolded him.
He laughed.
I thought it was quite rude that he found my desperation funny.
“There’s something else I’ve been dying to taste anyway,” James said, kissing his way down my front. “Well, at least properly. Licked off Rome after the heat doesn’t count.”
The visual image set my entire brain ablaze.
“You didn’t. ”
“Why would I lie?”
Oh jeez. Dig me a hole and put me in the ground already.
James was frighteningly efficient. One rough push and my skirt was around my hips. A quick pull and my panties were in his fist. I was spread, displayed wantonly for him and he stared at my pussy with a dark determination.
Then all that carefully crafted tension snapped the second he playfully reached for the Nutella.
“No!” I gasped, slapping his hand away.
“Next time,” he promised impudently.
“ Never ,” I ordered him firmly, pulling him in for a kiss. It didn’t last long because we were smiling too hard. I loved that he was like this, wanting to make me laugh just as much as he wanted to make me…well, not laugh .
The pleasure hooked me again as James grazed my inner thigh. I could feel slick gathering at my entrance from the anticipation alone.
My head grew light and I couldn’t get my breathing even when he traced the crease of my inner thigh, exploring me slowly. The dark brown curls I’d trimmed this morning just in case. Lightly down one of my outer lips and then back up the other. His knuckle grazed my clit and I bucked hard against his hand, soaking it.
“Is this all for me?” he asked.
I could only manage a shaky nod.
His touch changed, growing more aggressive as he circled my entrance, gathering slick and swirling it around my clit. He was watching me and adjusting his movements, the pressure. Calculating how it affected me.
I started to think about how long it would take to come and it was the wrong move. The fixation and awareness sank claws into me, the contradiction of trying to reach for an orgasm pulling me further away from it. Suddenly the overhead light felt too bright. The kitchen counter was hard on my ass. The more I tried not to overthink the faster the moment slipped from my grasp.
“Ivy.”
My eyes squeezed shut and I realized he stopped touching me. He closed my legs, pulled my skirt back down and massaged my thighs lightly.
“Do you want to stop?”
James asked so gently without any judgment. For some reason that made me even more embarrassed because there was no reason I should be feeling this way.
“I…started thinking about whether I would come soon. Then that turned into wondering if I should be getting there faster and why I wasn’t coming yet. When I tried to stop thinking about it, the light got distracting and the counter wasn’t comfortable anymore and…” I trailed off, feeling like a complete idiot.
James brought my hand up to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “You’re a bit in your own head, aren’t you?”
The self-consciousness and sticky feeling of shame wouldn’t go away. I remembered flashes of what I was like in heat. This instinctual being who sought her own pleasure and took what she wanted.
It felt like a version of myself I wanted to find but didn’t know how to access.
“Is there anything else that’s on your mind?” James asked.
Only the completely irrational fear of him judging my naked body even though he had already seen it.
“My butt’s kind of flat,” I said instead.
James shrugged. “I have enough for the both of us.”
I put my head in my hands and laughed despite myself. “You do.”
“I noticed you staring at it earlier.”
Of course I had. There was a fucking peach stuffed down his jeans. Two fat loaves of sourdough. The curvature of the Earth as viewed from the moon times two.
I couldn’t mask the anguish in my voice. “It’s so round, James.”
His impertinent smile lit up his entire face. “I know.” He dotted light kisses on my cheek and lips until my scent sweetened again. He made me feel light, the present moment alive between us.
It was apparent that James wasn’t going to push me. If I wanted the night to continue down the direction I was craving I would have to ask for it. My pulse rocketed wildly as I forced myself to speak.
“Can I see your bedroom?”
He went very still. I prayed he wouldn’t ask me if I was sure because there was a good chance I would overthink my reply like everything else I’d been doing.
“Come on.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
James led me down the hall and opened the door at the end for me. I’d already gotten a glimpse the other night but I could take a good long look now. Wooden furniture with hints of metallic accents and sheets the color of wheat. James steered clear of the overhead light and turned on one of the softer bedside table lamps instead.
I sat myself right on the edge and placed my hands on my lap.
James didn’t join me. Instead, he stepped close, nudging my legs open with his knee, standing in the space he created between my spread thighs. It was impossible not to imagine what would be within my grasp if he were unclothed. The top button of his jeans was still undone and I flicked the zipper with my finger.
“Show me,” I whispered.
James took his time undressing and I felt that familiar ache building. Each discarded item of clothing making me want to squeeze my thighs together. His body was lean but strong, muscles rounding out his shoulders and shadowing down his abdomen. Hints rather than cut lines of definition. Somehow I knew if I traced them with my tongue they would twitch and tighten hard.
He straightened up after removing his jeans, and I could see the shape of his hard cock pressing against his boxers.
“Stop.”
I really, really wanted to uncover it with my own two hands.
James ran a finger along my neckline. “Can I?”
I fell back onto the bed and dragged him down with me. He kissed me against the sheets embedded with the scent of him and Rome, undressing me layer by layer. Every newly revealed bit of skin seemed to unravel him a little more. He told me that the freckles that dotted my decolletage were beautiful. He caressed my straight figure like he was memorizing my shape. The fear that I lacked the curvaceous dips and swells usually found in an omega vanished. The urge to make excuses and cover parts of myself diminished with every appreciative noise that escaped him.
My hand lowered, searching for him and he moved out of my grasp. “Not yet,” he whispered, before sliding down my body. Further and further south until?—
I lost my everloving mind when his hot mouth closed around me. He released the most ungodly noise of pleasure and ripped himself away.
“I’m starting to understand how Logan could come just from eating this pussy,” he groaned.
James licked me several times. Messy and unfocused, like it was entirely for him just to get a taste. But when he did find his rhythm, a light flicking of his tongue against my clit, I jolted with every cry he coaxed out of me.
“Don’t you dare come, gorgeous. Give me a reason to stay down here as long as fucking possible.”
I couldn’t think because my head was filled with the sounds he was making. They were obscene and should’ve been illegal. Moans and a low, dirty drawn out fuuuck as he pulled back for a breath before diving back in. The room echoed with the filthy lap of his tongue through my slick, wet on wet and so unbelievably hot.
“Oh, god. James I’m?—”
I dug at his scalp and fucked his face like a compulsion. I flew apart, shattered beneath his hungry mouth. Shards of my pleasure flashed bright behind my eyelids as I panted through the orgasm.
You did it. You came. There’s nothing wrong with you.
I covered my face with both hands, relief making me giddy.
James didn’t seem so pleased. “I told you not to come yet,” he practically purred against me. “I wasn’t done eating your pretty little pussy. I guess you’ll have to give me another one.”
Another one? Was that even ? —
I cried out as his tongue found my clit again. This time, he pushed two fingers deep into my fluttering entrance as well, stroking in and out of me. The second orgasm almost caught on the end of the first one, like a rising tide, a chain reaction I couldn’t fight against. I came a second time, squeezing and pulsing around his thrusting fingers.
“Do you want to go make crepes now?”
I sat up and stared at him incredulously. “What?” I rasped.
The crazy thing was I think he was serious. He stuck slick coated fingers into his mouth and licked them clean before laying back casually. Completely ignoring his dick still trapped in his boxers. There was a small wet patch right at the tip where he had leaked precum just from eating me out.
If I don’t get him inside me I will scream.
I leaned over and shoved down his briefs. His freed cock smacked against his abdomen and I actually licked my lips at the sight of it. The smooth skin of his shaft was a shade darker than the rest of him, culminating in a reddened tip. The fluid oozing from his slit spilled over, running a rivulet down the length of his cock. I darted forward, chasing it with my tongue. All the way up before taking the head of him into my mouth. I lowered my lips, trying to see how much of him I could take before gagging.
A surprising amount. I sucked and savored his length until it was wet with my saliva.
James’ head was thrown back against the pillows, one arm banded across his face like a Renaissance painting. “If you want me to last longer than twenty seconds inside you, you have to stop,” he bit out.
Knowing I had this effect on him gave me the bravery to move up his body and straddle him. My pussy was perfectly positioned on top of his cock, hugging and slicking his shaft. I gave an experimental rock of my hips and whimpered as his tip massaged my clit.
“Fuck, Ivy. You’re going to make me embarrass myself,” James said, his hands flying to my waist.
I leaned down and kissed him. “You could never.”
My hips lifted slightly and I reached down to angle his cock at my entrance. I was so slick he notched easily, his tip already sliding halfway in. A whine escaped as he pushed up into me and I felt myself opening up to take him.
“More, please,” I begged.
“You’re beautiful.” A kiss and I sank down further. “Perfect.”
He felt so good inside me. But more than that I loved the way he looked at me. The dig of his fingers into my hips. The strained, corded muscles of his neck and hard swallow of his throat. We rocked together, finding the perfect surging rhythm punctuated by the loud slap of his thighs against my ass.
“You’re so pretty riding my cock.” James pulled me down for a heated kiss, bracing the back of my neck as he fucked up into me. Rough, relentless and all I could do was hold onto him and take it.
He rolled us suddenly, his cock hitting me deep and ripping a screamed gasp from me. I didn’t think his ass could get any more perfect but feeling it flex beneath my hands as he fucked me was almost a religious experience.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed. His hand snaked between us and found my clit. “You’ll stay tonight, won’t you?” James began to stroke it gently. “I want to sleep wrapped around you. Not ready to let you go, in fact, I don’t know if I ever will.”
I wanted that. So much. But I was aware there was another person who slept in this bed.
“Wh-what about?—”
The bump of his nose against me was like a tease of a scent-mark. “I think Rome will lose his mind when he gets home. But the question is…what do you want to be doing when he comes in?”
I pictured Rome finding James buried deep inside me. Maybe he would kneel down, unzip himself. I could open my mouth eagerly, ready to?—
My climax took me by surprise, my whole body seizing up. James cursed loudly, before devolving into an incomprehensible stream of expletives about how hard I was squeezing him. His strokes grew longer, harder. He slammed into me with a groan and I shuddered, feeling his cock pulsing with each warm burst of cum. It unearthed a feral kind of possessiveness within me and I locked my legs around him long after he went still.
“It’s never been like this before, James,” I admitted, feeling intensely vulnerable.
He dotted kisses over my face. “I told you, Ivy. You’re ours.”
My tummy chose that exact moment to rumble.
“Is it finally time for crepes?” James laughed.
“In a minute.”
I held him close, wanting to enjoy the feel of being in his arms just a little bit longer.