6. Declan
CHAPTER SIX
DECLAN
My co-workers had to know something was up.
Ivy had been to my office every day for the rest of the week with lunch and every day she’d been my dessert.
Even the soundproof walls of my office was no match when concealing our guilty, pleasure ridden faces when she emerged an hour or so later.
I wasn’t even ashamed that they were probably speculating what was going down behind closed doors.
Since the night of the reception, I couldn’t get enough of her.
She awakened a level of desire for her that I didn’t know existed.
How could I possibly want her even more now?
That was what my brothers called the power of the pussy.
I was currently at Rodney’s with him and Donell.
I found it strange that they asked me to come over.
We hung out on occasion but the vibe felt different as soon as I walked in the room.
“Why are y’all looking at me like that?” I asked, taking a sip of the water Rodney had offered me when I came in.
“You glowing and shit, lil’ nigga,” he said, grinning.
“Hell yeah,” Donell agreed. “Nigga shinin’ like we used to when
Mama slapped that damn Vaseline on our faces as kids.”
I shook my head. “You two are trippin’.”
“Nah, we ain’t,” Rodney said, leaning forward on his elbows. “Yo’ ass got some pussy.”
I tucked my lips to hide my smile.
“Yes the fuck you did!” Donell yelled, throwing playful jabs at me. “My boy! You finally let Ivy pop yo’ cherry.”
“What is this obsession with calling it cherry popping?” I asked with a laugh. “I’m a grown ass man that just happened to lose his virginity.”
“Call it what you want, you finally got some ass.” Rodney stood and went to his bar, returning with three shots of that damn Hennessy. “We have to toast to that. I know you don’t drink, but this is a celebration.”
“You act like this happened to you,” I said, taking the shot glass from him, a frown on my face.
“Listen, you losing your virginity after twenty-eight years is a win for all of us. We were worried about you for a second, lil’ bro.” “Worried for what?” I inquired.
“We thought you were gonna be on your Andy Stitzer shit,” Donell said, referring to The 40-Year-Old Virgin movie. “Then here came Ivy and her thick, fine ass.”
“Watch it,” I warned him.
“My bad, bruh.” He held his hands up. “I’m just saying, you got a baddie. I don’t know how you resisted her this long. I couldn’t do it.”
“Shit, me either,” Rodney agreed. “I sholl hit her friend after the reception. That pussy was chef’s kiss.
” He closed his eyes and kissed his fingers.
“How do you think I found out you finally smashed Ivy? Ol’ girl was just as excited.
Apparently, your lady been fiending for her a piece of you for the longest.”
“Yeah, and you out here extending Steve Harvey’s 90-Day-Rule,” Donell chimed in. “You lucky she stuck around.”
“Ivy isn’t like the women y’all are used to. She’s… different. Her different and my different just mesh. I’m gonna marry that girl.”
“Look at you,” Rodney said cheesing. “Pussy made you wanna pop the question.”
“It’s all her,” I said, twirling the shot glass between my fingers before downing it whole. “All her.”
Ivy was a blessing in every way possible. She deserved the world simply because she was mine.
The weekend came quick and before I knew it, Ivy and I were packing for Tybee Island. She insisted on us at least matching colors, so Friday afternoon before we left, we did a little shopping. I loved this woman but I hated shopping with her. She could spend hours in the mall and never buy a thing.
At the moment we were in Jagged Couture, one of her favorite stores.
She’d picked up about six different outfits and was in the dressing room trying them on while I sat slumped against the wall waiting for her to show me the next one.
I could admit she looked fine as hell in everything she stepped out in. It almost made the wait worth it.
“Baby?” she called.
“Yeah?”
“Could you help me with this zipper? It’s stuck.”
“I’m coming.”
I tucked my phone away and stood, walking to her dressing room door. I knocked and she opened it slightly, allowing me to slip in. It wasn’t until I turned around did I notice she was in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Where’s the—” I started, only to be cut off by her lips crashing into mine. She pushed me down on the bench and straddled my hips.
“Baby…” I said.
“You have to be quiet,” she whispered, slipping her hands past my basketball shorts and into my boxers.
I couldn’t answer. The grip she had on my dick felt too good to do anything but nod my head.
“You know what makes public sex so exciting?” she asked, moving her thong to the side and sliding down on my dick with a moan. “The thrill of possibly getting caught.”
She slowly bounced on my dick, looking back at us in the mirror.
“Look at that shit,” she said, spreading her cheeks so I could watch her pussy coating me.
Us being quiet would do no good as long as this wet shit kept sounding off. She was juicing up so bad, I couldn’t help but moan.
“Shit…”
She covered my mouth with her hand.
“I said be… fucking… quiet,” she whispered, enunciating each word but thrusting her hips.
“How do you expect me to do that… fuck!”
She clamped her muscles around my shaft.
Her walls were always so damn snug, so damn wet.
It took everything in me to hold in the loud grunt I almost let out.
Ivy seemed to find amusement in my struggle to keep calm.
A smirk spread across her beautiful face as she played puppet master.
She had the audacity to fuck me like this yet tell me not to make a sound.
“I’m about to bust, baby…”
“Let me have it.”
She rode me hard and fast. I gripped her ass, thrusting deep into her, filling her with my seed. When she tossed her head back and her mouth opened, I thought she’d scream but she held it. Her body trembled as she rode out the wave of her orgasm. The look on her face was beautifully euphoric.
“Shit!” she hissed, catching her breath. She looked at me with a grin. “I hope that compensates for making you wait.”
“If you really want to show me your gratitude you can do so when we get to the island. I have a couple things in mind.”
“Oh, do you now?” she asked, removing herself from my dick with a moan. She pulled a pack of baby wipes from her purse. “Well… I have something in store for you that’s a generous show of my appreciation. Just you wait.”
My dick jumped with excitement. I didn’t know what she had planned, but I was ready for all that shit.
The drive down to Georgia from Columbia seemed to take forever. South Carolina drivers were the worst. It took a lot to upset me, but traffic gave me road rage. You had to look out for you and everybody else too.
We made it to our hotel around eight. After checking into our suite, we decided to order in and get comfortable.
Ivy was doing her best to tempt me, walking around in a sports bra and boy shorts with her ass on full display.
Here I was sitting on the couch watching TV when she walked in front of me and started twerking.
I pulled her down, bending her over my knees and slapping her ass.
She giggled hysterically. “Declan!”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like that,” I said slapping it again.
She moved to straddle my lap with her back to me. Leaning over, she placed her hands on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching her ass swallow her boy shorts.
She looked over her shoulder with a smirk. “Stretching.”
“Stretching, huh?”
My eyes drifted to the print of her pussy. I ran my hands under her boy shorts, gripping her bare ass as I massaged it. My thumb slipped into her wet canal, causing her to moan softly.
“Are you gonna help me?” she asked, grinding against me. “I can think of a certain appendage that would stretch me out perfectly.”
I smirked, whipping my dick out and stroking it to full capacity. Pulling her underwear to the side, I teased her clit with the tip before sliding into her walls with a moan. I got off maybe three good pumps before there was a knock at our door.
“Room service!”
“Fuck!” she groaned, sitting up and easing off of me.
“I’ve got you later, Princess,” I said, tucking my dick away and standing. I kissed her lips softly. “No need to pout.”
She adjusted herself and went to wash her hands as I went to open the door. After tipping the server, I rolled the cart inside, stopping briefly to wash my own hands. After removing the food from the cart, I pushed it aside and settled back on the couch.
“Is there anything in particular you have planned for us tonight?” Ivy asked, digging into her smothered hamburger steak.
I smirked. “I thought we’d relax for a bit. Maybe check out the night life.”
“Well, I want to take you somewhere,” she said.
“Oh really? Where?”
“It’s a surprise. I just need you to be open minded.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”
“Something… pleasurable. I want you to have the full Ivy experience. There’s a side of me you haven’t met and I want us to explore that.
I wanna give you pleasure like you’ve never known.”
That piqued my interest. What could she possibly have in store for me? I knew she had more sexual experience, but just how much of that was there left for me to explore? I must have been thinking pretty hard because she cupped my chin, turning her head to mine.
“Don’t overthink it, baby. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you, Princess.”
“Then trust me when I tell you you’re in for a special treat.”
She leaned over and kissed my lips, sealing that promise. I was going to trust her. She hadn’t disappointed me yet and I was sure she wouldn’t tonight.