9 Ivy
Ivy
It didn’t feel like I’d been asleep long when the door burst open, slamming against the wall behind it and causing me to shoot up straight in the bed.
Grip stumbled into the room, his shoulder hitting the unforgiving door and causing him to teeter in the opposite direction.
The light from the hall lit up his silhouette, but it left me blind to the expression on his face. He was clearly three sheets to the wind.
No.
More like ten sheets.
How much had he had to drink?
Was this an every-night thing for him? Oh, who was I kidding? Of course it was.
Maybe I was out of my league here because I wasn’t sure what the hell I should do.
It wasn’t like I could lift him up if he were to fall.
I shouldn’t even try to help him make it to the bed because if he did go down, he’d take me with him.
Nope, getting trapped, helpless under his dead weight, did not seem like a good plan.
He managed to get his feet to move right for a split second, and the rest of him worked to slam the door closed.
“Fuck,” he slurred as he stood unmoving, his attention on the bed, but I didn’t think that he was even seeing me.
I reached over and flicked on the light. It took my eyes a second to adjust.
By the look on his face, the light had assaulted him somehow. He blinked a few times and seemed to finally notice me.
“You,” he growled.
One heavy step in my direction followed by another.
“You… Fuck!” he roared as he stumbled to the end of the bed.
The top sheet went flying when he yanked it away from me. I probably looked ridiculous as I pawed at the air in an attempt to snatch it back.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” he slurred. I got the feeling he wasn’t really asking me .
“Grip,” I said sternly but calmly.
“Shut it, little lamb,” he barked, but I wasn’t scared. “Saw the show, did you?”
He smirked down at me, but the moment he met my eyes, it fell away, and what was left was nothing but blankness.
“Liked it? Did it make you wet?” There was a sinister edge to his tone.
“No,” I whispered. It was a partial lie.
The look on Viking’s face was what made me hot, not watching a club slut giving Grip a lap dance.
Though now that I thought about it, it made me feel a little angry.
I had no idea what happened after I left, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think he didn’t sleep with her.
“Liar,” he grunted. “I saw you. Saw your face as you watched him. And… and he knew it too.”
“You should sleep it off,” I told him in hopes he would just find his place on the bed and pass out.
“What, I didn’t do it for you?”
I didn’t bother answering him. This was a dangerous game. I didn’t know him at all, and I sure as hell didn’t know what kind of a drunk he was.
His big hands slapped down on the insides of my knees. They were warm and heavy. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the feeling of them there.
He pried my legs apart and settled between them, just enough to where his face was inches from my core.
“Think you fucked me up, little lamb,” he slurred.
“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” I asked with a raised brow. Not that my boldness mattered since it went unnoticed by him, because his sole focus was the junction between my legs. Even though I was covered, I could almost sense him picturing my pussy in his mind.
“Shut it,” he said darkly. “You’re in this bed, taking up my fuckin’ space. You know the price to be in this bed?”
I did. But innocent me only had an idea of how much I was supposed to be giving, so I chose to keep my mouth shut and watch him.
Faster than I thought he could move in his currently tanked condition, his hands went to the band of my leggings, and a second later, they were ripped away without an ounce of care.
He was back between my legs. This time, his thick finger began to stroke through my folds, somehow bringing me to life.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded calmly. “Tell me you’re getting wet for me.”
My head was spinning, and I didn’t know what to do with all the ways he was coaxing my body to come alive.
This was slightly different from the man who had taken me earlier.
Different from the man who was letting a club whore grind all over his dick like there was no tomorrow just hours before.
It wasn’t tender or sweet, not at all, but there was a hint of need and care.
His finger slipped inside of me, proving to both of us how wet I was for him. I was sure he knew it already since my breaths were coming out in choppy pants and my hips were rocking like I needed his finger deeper inside of me. Like I needed more. Needed him to touch me.
“Tell me this is for me,” he said, the words coming out slow like he wanted to make sure I heard him clearly.
Something told me he needed to hear it from me.
“Yes,” I panted out.
I was the one with need in my tone now, and there was no hiding it. I don’t think I even cared to.
“Does he turn you on?” he asked, slightly catching me off guard.
It was obvious who he was referring to.
Viking.
And somehow the answer was yes there too. Both men did something to me, and I was too far down the lust-induced slide to contemplate why or what… or any of my insane life choices as of late.
“Yes,” I answered, hoping it would get me some kind of reward. I was being completely honest, after all.
His thick finger plunged into me.
My back bowed as a moan tore from my throat.
It must have been music to his ears because he kept doing it over and over again. He added another, fucking me with his fingers while his palm ground against my clit.
My nipples peaked. Sweat formed all over my body as I tried to hold my orgasm back. But then his free hand was slipping under my shirt, his fingers tweaking my sensitive bud. I came in a rush, a dizzy sense taking over my brain and blacking out my vision.
Just as soon as I crashed over the edge, his fingers were gone. His body was now braced over mine. I felt trapped by his weight, but it didn’t freak me out. Not even as he collected my wrists in one of his hands and held them above my head.
His teeth nipped the side of my breast through my shirt. I arched, my body begging for more.
“Fuck,” he breathed against my neck.
His weight shifted, his free hand now trapped between us. I was amazed that he was still able to keep his weight from crushing me. There was no mistaking the sound of his zipper being released.
“You know what I was thinking of while she was grindin’ on me?” he asked. Before I could answer, he pushed his way inside me, filling me up in one tortuously slow thrust.
I moaned, the sound dragging out until I felt his hips press up against mine. It must have turned him on because I felt his cock twitch inside of me.
“This tight pussy,” he told me, his lips right next to my ear. “Fuck yeah. Not met a cunt that compares to how you feel.”
He seemed to become angry at that.
He slammed into me over and over again, jostling my body with each powerful thrust.
My moans came out as easily as his grunts escaped him. I didn’t hate this. In fact, something was happening to me. An intense feeling shot through my body like a freight train.
“That’s it, little lamb, squeeze my cock,” he grunted against my neck. His head rose, and suddenly, he was looking me in the eyes. “Fuck it.”
His lips were on mine, taking me in a bruising kiss. I moaned, and he took the opening, plunging his tongue inside and tangling it with mine.
He tasted like whiskey and weed.
I pressed into him harder, working my tongue against his just to get more of the flavor.
Without warning, he broke away, leaving me dizzy and confused.
He didn’t stop, though. He fucked me harder. His thrust held no control but they were still powerful.
“I want to live in this pussy,” he told me. Had I not been out of my mind, I would have laughed. “Ain’t right. Can’t fuckin’ be.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that last statement. However, I was seconds away from coming, and it didn’t seem to fucking matter.
“Grip,” I panted.
“That’s right. Who’s fuckin’ you?”
I called his name again. And again. And again. My head shook back and forth, and I felt like I didn’t have control of my own body.
“Gonna come. Need you to milk me dry. Feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Yes,” I said. Was I agreeing with him or telling him that I would do as he wished? I didn’t have the first fucking clue. I just knew that I’d do whatever as long as he didn’t stop.
His name fell from my lips as I came so strongly that my entire body shook. I did as he asked, squeezing his cock to the point I was worried I’d hurt it.
“Fuck yeah. Goddamn. Fuck! Ivy,” he called out as his body went rigid as he came inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me, but wasn’t there long. He rolled over, and I was sure he passed out somewhere along the way. Not a minute later, his soft snores filled the room, and he didn’t move again.
I waited until my body stopped shaking to move.
The damage was done, so I simply snatched the blanket from the floor before covering us both.
I leaned over him to turn the light off beside the bed, but froze with my hand halfway to the goal. My eyes caught on the patches covering his cut. I couldn’t stop my fingers from reaching out and tracing them.
Grip was one of the club’s Tail Gunners, as indicated by the rectangular patch under his name.
I wondered how long he had been a part of the club.
I wondered what he rode. I imagined it black and chrome, and polished to perfection.
It was probably the only thing he cared about and kept clean. I nearly snorted at the thought.
Tears came to my eyes as I breathed in deep. A hint of sweat and man, but mostly, leather.
How could I feel so at home in a place that was so strange?
I knew how, but I didn’t want to think about it.
I clicked off the light and snuggled up to Grip. Well, it was really the smooth leather I wanted to be close to. I breathed in more of its scent as a tear tracked down my cheek.
It reminded me so much of Muff. My best fucking friend in the world.
I didn’t have any blood siblings, but losing him felt like losing a brother.
My heart was still split open and raw from the loss.
Truth was, I hadn’t actually had time to grieve yet, and I didn’t think I’d be stopping any time soon to let in the pain and deal with it.
With a heavy sigh, I shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind.
An oddness settled in my stomach as I pushed myself tighter against Grip’s body. Then I closed my eyes, finally giving in to the exhaustion of the day.