10. Nice
CHAPTER TEN
Nice
Ivy didn’t want to go home.
Night had turned to day, which meant their dreamy sailing sexcapade was coming to an end. Did it have to, though? Maybe she could live on this boat. It was far bigger than it seemed—the cabin door opened into a lounge, dining area, kitchen, four little spacepod bedrooms with queen sized beds... Clearly, it was magic. Like Oscar’s trash can, or Narnia.
The shower wasn’t magic, though; it only held one person at a time. Right now, Sever was in it, joyfully humming “A Girl Like You.”
She felt flattered, and a little special. It was possible that it was an earworm and had nothing to do with her, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d made the sentiment.
Stretching on the bed—hereby declared comfy enough for long-term living—she rolled onto his white t-shirt.
He’d put it back on for dinner, and now it smelled like laundry, cologne, general eau de Sever , suntan oil, and just a hint of garlic-buttered lobster. God, even his armpits smelled sexy...
“Should I leave you two alone?”
Ivy jumped up and tried to hide it behind her, as if that would make him forget the spectacle of her humping the bed while she smelled his shirt .
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Sever leaned against the door frame, drying his hair. “I knew a guy once fell in love with a sneaker. From two different worlds, they were... but they muddled through.” He winked at her.
She pursed her lips. “It’s not the shirt.”
“Not the shirt, you say?” He totally knew it wasn’t.
“It’s the way you smell.”
“Hm.” He advanced. “Would you describe it as... ‘nice’?”
Slowly, Ivy crawled to him. “I might.”
“Well.” He spanned his arms out and twitched his fingers all come and get it . “Why have clandestine encounters with my shirt when you can get a good whiff straight from the source?”
Looking up at him, she unraveled his towel and said, “Good point.”
She pressed her nose against his hip, and inhaled, deep. He made a breathy noise of surprise and quivered—a “manly jolt”—then chuckled at his own reaction.
Ivy didn’t stop there. With a slight back and forth head motion, she sniffed a heady trail up his body, to his neck—he giggled, ticklish—to his ear, across his collar bone to his armpit and down his side... to his groin.
He quaked involuntarily as she held his cock and sniffed underneath it, all around it, then from root to tip.
Sitting up to a kneel, gently stroking him, she murmured in his ear, “I love the way you smell.”
At that, his breath got speedy and labored and his cock inflated to full length.
She liked that she could control his body with a simple sentence, as he could with her. As he had the morning before.
With a mischievous smile, she said, “Start counting.”
He thought she was kidding. She wasn’t.
Hand gently gliding up and down his throbbing shaft, she prompted, “Ten...”
Still under her spell, he started the countdown. “Ten.”
Naked body rubbing against his, she buried her face in his neck, massaged his scrotum and stroked him to an intensifying rhythm.
He sucked in. “Nine.”
“That’s it,” she teased him with his own words. “Like seconds.”
He shuddered. “Eight.”
At seven, she flicked her tongue along his pulsing jugular vein. At six, she skimmed her teeth over it. At five, she clamped down, and sucked.
“F- ahhhhhk!”
That was supposed to be ‘four’, but he was too busy coming on her hand.
After a sensual-touch session in which they’d gotten polyamorous with The Shirt, they went topside for brunch. All too quickly, a SoCal June gloom grayed the sky with stratus clouds, so they had to sail for the mainland before the fog rolled in.
Her mom used to call it a “Summer Bummer”. And Ivy was indeed bummed.
They’d nearly gotten out the bedroom door, fully clothed and ready to return to port, when he said, “Oh, hang on.” He seized her by the belt loop of her jeans and pulled her close.
She looked behind her to see him sit on the bed and gaze at her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he started rubbing it. “We have to go.”
“I’ve never seen you in jeans.” He put her in his lap and wouldn’t let her go. “I like you in jeans.”
She stopped fighting him when he ran a hand up her thigh. “You like me in everything.”
“Shame, isn’t it?” He clucked his tongue. “How will I ever decide what to make you wear next?”
“‘Make’ me wear?”
“You wore the itsy bitsy string bikini for me.”
“I was indulging you.”
“Indulge me again.” He clutched her neck and whispered, “Be Daddy’s little dolly.”
“ Hohgohd ,” she couldn’t help but exclaim in a hot whisper.
He snickered at her, gave one suddenly-erect nipple a pinch. “That dolly bit makes you crazy, doesn’t it?”
“Pfft. No.”
“Might want to unclench your toes before you go on.”
She flexed her feet. “Shut up. I can’t help it.”
“Neither can Daddy.” He slid a hand to her lower back, but she stopped him.
“Do you think it’s messed up?”
He stilled. “What?”
“The things that I want... from you? The Daddy thing?” She’d never done that with anyone, but Sever had reached inside of her and found it, then kindled a fire. Set off an addiction. She knew there were deep psychological reasons, but it still felt wrong and shameful. “I hope you don’t think I’m thinking of...” She cringed. “...my own dad. Obviously that’s gross...”
“Ivy,” he moved her off of him. “Listen to me, and listen good.”
With a sigh, she sat next to him on the bed, and listened.
He looked into her eyes and said firmly, measuredly, “You are not ‘messed up’. You are not ‘bad’.”
“I know, I just?—”
“No, you don’t. What you want is normal. It’s tame! And even if it wasn’t, I don’t care. I will never judge you for what turns you on.”
This conversation was getting too real. “Well, I mean, you’re a freak, so...”
That didn’t lighten his intensity. He was waiting for more.
“You’re older, and I know how you...” feel about me. She started over: “You saw it in me on day one, you even said it would be the easy way to get me, but I don’t want you to think it’s what you have to do to turn me on. It feels unfair to you.”
“You’re overthinking this.” He took her hands in his, his grip firm. “ Nothing is off limits, all right? There is nowhere I won’t go with you. Anything you ask, I will do, gladly. Anything you need, I will give you, no questions asked. Do you understand?”
These fervent declarations always got her a little lightheaded, but she managed to nod.
He slid a lock of hair out of her eyes, and squinted in thought. “Have you got a gold bikini?”