10 Ivy
Ivy
My eyes fluttered open. I went stiff as I came out of my slumber, realizing I was naked from the waist down and my shirt was bunched up right under my boobs.
Yeah, I’d tossed and turned all night, hence the state of my shirt, and I was really wishing I’d put my bottoms back on.
My eyes were scratchy. It was no surprise that I slept like shit after the day I’d had and the even longer night.
The cool air had my skin prickling. I was exposed to the room, the sheet gone. I reached out, searching for cover. My hand landed with a slap on something lumpy and hard, and I turned my head to see what I hoped I wouldn’t.
Sure enough, Grip was still there beside me, passed out with an arm slung over his eyes while he snored away.
Oh, and he had managed to steal all of the sheet, but he sure as hell wasn’t using it to cover himself.
No, his cock was hanging out over the split V of his zipper, not looking as if it was the least bit affected by the coldness of the room.
I couldn’t imagine the teeth of the zipper felt good digging into it.
But what did I know? It wasn’t like I had a dick.
Angrily, I fisted the sheet and yanked.
Grip let out a grunt but didn’t move.
“Give me the damn sheet,” I said, struggling to get it.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the arm over his eyes unmoving as if to say he sure as hell wasn’t ready to face the day. “No, get the fuck out. You know the rules. No damn sleepovers.”
“I’m not one of your whores,” I said, and instantly wanted to take it back. It was too early, and I needed coffee if I was to wear the mask and play the part.
The tone, the words, they weren’t what Little Miss Sweet and Innocent would have said.
“Bitch, stop yellin’,” he said with irritation in his tone.
I bet he had one hell of a hangover. His head probably felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to it.
Good!
“I will if you will give up the sheet. You left me partially naked, and it’s like an icebox in here,” I said with a roll of my eyes, which was mostly for myself since he couldn’t currently see it.
His arm lifted and he cracked an eye open to take me in.
“Ivy?”
“Yeah. Thanks for remembering my name,” I said a little sarcastically.
He huffed out a short laugh.
“We fuck?”
I raised a brow.
Please tell me that he remembers everything.
I wasn’t asking for much, just for him to acknowledge what I’d given up to be here.
“Yeah, we did.” I tried to soften my tone, but it was useless. Muff always loved to poke at me for being a hothead. He wasn’t wrong. “You even have video of it. I’m a little offended the act isn’t coming to mind, but maybe I shouldn’t be surprised given…”
“Given what?” he asked, taking on the role of offended.
“Given that it wasn’t good enough for you,” I tossed out, “and you had to get your rocks off with someone else.”
Damn, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from messing this whole thing up. Fingers crossed, the hangover would make his brain too fuzzy to realize.
“I wasn’t talking about that. Kinda hard to forget that part,” he said, his arm sliding back down over his face. “I was talkin’ about after.”
“After I caught you with that woman?” I couldn’t hide the bite in my words.
“Starting to sound like a jealous cunt right about now. Might want to watch that tone.” He was gruff but not menacing.
“I don’t owe you anything or have to explain my actions.
My dick was hard, and the girls around here are supposed to be a simple fuck.
An easy lay. She was there to give me what I needed and then walk the fuck away. No fuckin’ drama.”
“I’m not saying you owe me anything,” I stated as I looked away. I wasn’t sure why I was letting it get under my skin or why the hell I was letting it show.
“Then, what are you sayin’?” he asked, sounding irritated and done with this conversation.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
I finally yanked the sheet with enough force to pull it free from where it was trapped under his heavy body. I covered myself up, trying to shield my body from the cold air and hide the embarrassment that seemed to come forth all of a sudden.
“And yes, we fucked after you were done with her,” I added, not giving one shit about how it sounded.
“Shit,” he breathed out. His arm shot away from his head and landed so heavily on the bed that the mattress shook under me. “Did I hurt you?”
“What?” I asked, shock clear in my tone as my head whipped to the side to look into his eyes.
“Were you dry?” He blinked at me as if I was being dense. I really didn’t understand why we were still talking about this.
“No, I wasn’t,” I said, hoping we could leave it at that.
I hadn’t been dry. I’d been wet and needy. I had wanted it. And maybe it was hard to admit to him as well as to myself.
“So I didn’t try to fuck you dry?”
“No.” He looked relieved the moment the word left my lips. “I wanted it.” I figured I might as well add that in there, too.
Memories of last night flooded my mind. The way he’d come stumbling into the room drunk. His eagerness for me to know he was thinking about me while the club slut was dry humping him. How he’d been just a little bit vulnerable. The way he called me little lamb .
I had to bite my lip to keep the smile from showing. I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t seem to feel stupid about the way I loved hearing the things he’d said and how truthful they had been.
“The fuck is that face about?” he growled. He was getting pissed, probably thinking I was making fun of him in my head or something. I could see the moment it hit him. His features morphed into something that resembled fear as all the color drained from his face. “What did I say to you?”
I held back my laugh, but somehow couldn’t stop my shoulders from shaking.
My squeal filled the room as he rolled over and pinned me down.
Rage flashed in his eyes, but behind it was real panic.
It clicked the moment he pressed down on my wrists. He wasn’t playing around.
He was afraid that he’d spilled club secrets in his inebriated state.
I tried to smile softly. Partially to set him at ease.
I didn’t know him at all, but I knew he wasn’t a man who would slip up on club shit. The fear in his eyes proved to me how much the club meant to him.
“You told me you liked being inside of me,” I said as quickly as I could. I wasn’t sheltered to this life and all the vulgar words that were thrown around, but for some reason, I felt vulnerable and embarrassed to say some things right now. Especially since they had to do with me.
And just like that, he relaxed. Even the grip on my wrists went slack.
He looked as if he believed me, which was good since I was telling the truth.
“Well,” he said with a smirk on his face as he flopped back on the bed beside me, “you were tight as hell. Shame I can’t remember if it was as good the second time around.”
My mouth fell open and I blinked at him in shock.
His chest rumbled with a laugh, and I couldn’t decide if his words stung or not.
“Yeah, it’s a shame,” I managed to say after I recovered. I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Though it was so awful for me that I wish I could forget it. Maybe next time, you shouldn’t drink so much. Kind of causes things to not work.”
I shrugged before walking to the shower. I glanced over my shoulder as I started the water. His eyes were glued to my ass, and his cock was no longer lying sleepily against his zipper.
I slowly peeled my shirt off, tossing it behind me without a care.
Fuck! I forgot that I didn’t have a towel.
Oh well, too late to turn back now.
I hoped I was pulling off the sexy thing. I’d never really done something like this before. I was teasing him, poking the big bear, and I knew it.
I was curious what he’d do. How much he meant the words he’d said last night. And maybe, I wanted to see how far he’d go when he was sober.
I hadn’t been under the spray a whole minute before he pushed open the curtain and stepped inside behind me.
“You’re lyin’,” he growled.
The heat from his body warmed my back. It was almost hotter than the water, and it felt like it was burning me, yet I wanted more of it. I wanted him closer.
“I fucked you good, and you damn well know it,” he said cockily.
I managed a shrug again and turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“I made you wet, didn’t I?” he asked, his lips were right next to my ear. My breath caught as my body shuddered. I couldn’t even manage a nod at the moment. Not like it mattered because I was sure he knew the answer. “I made you come, didn’t I?”
His hand seared my skin as he slid it up my side. His fingertips rough, causing me to shiver. His hand slowly snaked over my hip, around my front, and over my stomach. I let out a breathy exhale as he grazed the top of my mound.
“Bet you’re soaked right now just thinking about it.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, and my head lulled back to rest against his chest.
Just as I thought he was going to touch me, to give me what I needed, his hand dropped away from me.
Then it was in my hair. He fisted it like he didn’t give a shit if it hurt. And it did. It pulled at my scalp, making it teeter on the edge of burning.
He had me turned around, and using the fact that my legs were shaky, he had me down on my knees in front of him with little effort.
“Not nice to lie, little lamb,” he said. I looked up just in time to see a flicker of recognition in his eyes.
My throat worked, trying to swallow down the lump lodged there.
“Open up,” he commanded, the tip of his hard cock pushing against my closed lips. “Suck me good and maybe I’ll get the whores to whip you up a decent breakfast.”
As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. Yeah, I was hungry and couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten.
His fist clenched tighter in my wet hair as he raised an arrogant I told you so brow down at me. Knowing he had all the power, he waited for me to open my mouth and take him in.
My lids fell closed and I pinched them together tight. I knew I was going to do it and tried to convince myself it was because I had to. That I wasn’t wet and needy for his taste on my tongue.
God, what had I turned into?
The moment my lips parted, he pushed his way in. His movements were so fast that all I could do was hold on and hope I survived the ride.
My eyes shot open when a hiss fell from his lips. His gaze was intense as he looked down at me, and the moment our eyes collided, it was like he let the caged animal go free.
“Use that tongue,” he told me. Something in me bowed down to his command, and I found myself trying hard to please him despite the fact that I’d never done this before.
Yeah, it had to be pretty obvious I didn’t know what I was doing.
But it wasn’t like he was pushing me away, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.
“Shit, that feels good. This mouth is almost as good as that pussy.”
I tried to respond in some way, but it ended up coming out as a muffled moan.
His cock bumped the back of my throat and I gagged, my cheeks puffing with a cough.
But he didn’t seem to care as he rammed into me again, this time pushing himself farther.
I tried to relax. Tried to do something to make it good.
“Ah, shit,” he called out, his hips jerking unevenly as his head fell back. “Fuck. Gonna come down that tight throat. Swallow me down, little lamb.”
He somehow managed to fist my hair tighter.
The sting now did something other than hurt.
My breasts were heavy, and I was sure my thighs were slick with desire.
I inched my knees closer and pinched my thighs together to dull the throbbing between them.
Then they were sliding back and forth on their own, causing a buildup in my core.
I was going to come.
Down on my knees, water dripping in my eyes, and a man fucking my face, I was going to come.
I moaned, the feeling too good to hold back. He looked down at me once again, and I didn’t care to hide what was going on.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Like being down on your knees for me. Gonna get yourself off?”
I was. Shamelessly, I was going to make myself come.
“So fuckin’ hot,” he whispered. I was sure he hadn’t meant to say it.
I couldn’t stop, and soon I was coming, moaning around his cock as the orgasm tore through me.
It must have done something for him, because he pushed deep inside of my mouth and froze.
His hot cum hit the back of my throat in large spurts.
As quickly as I could, I swallowed it down until there was nothing left.
His cock started to lose its tight swell as he dragged it out of my mouth.
I couldn’t stop my tongue from curling over the head and tasting what might be lingering there.
It was salty and held a hint of bitterness, but it wasn’t all that unpleasant.
Most of all, I liked the way it seemed to glide over my tongue before I let it slide down my throat.
His lips was parted, and I swear he pushed out a hard breath as he finally left my mouth. His nostrils flared, and I wasn’t sure what would come next.
He dragged me up by my hair and pinned me to the wall. There was distance between us, but he didn’t make a move to close it.
He just stared at me, those eyes a mix of uncertainty and anger.
“I didn’t fuck her,” he said on almost a whisper, but the look in his eyes told me he’d been dying to tell me. “I couldn’t. Didn’t even want to touch her after you saw me. Can’t stop fuckin’ thinkin’ about you, and it’s driving me crazy.”
My mouth parted, but nothing came out. Really, what could I say to that?
And just like that, the shutters closed on this moment.
“Finish up and get dressed,” he said as he released me and took a small step back. There wasn’t a lot of room in the shower, and I just knew he was ready to flee. “I’ll get one of the whores to make you some pancakes.”
Then he was gone, his wet feet slapping against the tiled floor with every step. I yanked the curtain closed again and promised myself I wouldn’t cry.
I knew how it would be. I wasn’t any different than any other whore out there.
So why did it hurt like this?
The silver lining, if one could call it that, was his admission about not sleeping with the club girl last night. Though I didn’t know what to think about that or how to take everything that had happened since I got here.
The water turned cold the moment I was alone. I stayed in long enough to cool my skin and wash the grime away. The problem was, the heat was coming from the inside, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
Once I was finally ready to face the world, I shut the water off and opened the curtain.
My eyes landed on what I assumed was a fresh towel sitting on the side of the sink. I only figured it was clean because it was folded.
It was hard to push the smile away at the sight of it
Maybe I wasn’t just like every other whore here.
And maybe this would all work out the way I needed it to.