11. Hawke
Hawke
I vy is not only beautiful but one of the most intelligent women I’ve ever met, if not the most intelligent. I don’t need to fuel her ego anymore.
“Lucky your hair is short, and I’m forced to hold you by your throat instead,” I growl back.
It fills me with satisfaction to know she’s been watching me.
Everyone says I have a loud mouth and can’t keep a secret.
For the most part, that’s true, but it comes as a reward now if she’s hacking into my home cameras to watch me.
She can spy on me all she wants. I’ll give her a show every time.
“Too bad, I think you’ll look better with a collar. Do you think you’d crawl around for me like a good boy, Hawke?”
My cock twitches at the thought of this beautiful, bossy woman taking charge. “Do you want me to bark as well, lover? You can do whatever you want to me. You know that.”
“So easy,” she purrs.
“You can’t tell me you called me while watching me fuck and then intentionally giving yourself away just for a friendly chat. Please tell me this isn’t the first time you’ve watched me fuck other women.”
I never brought women back to my house until I got the cameras installed. I got the idea from Jewel, who’d broken into Eli’s home—this was before they were together—and installed her cameras. The idea of it, for this specific reason, intrigued me.
It’s gratifying to know even Ivy falls into temptation. I’ve been playing by her rules, keeping my distance, but the moment she gives me the chance, I’ll be on my knees, worshipping her.
“Do you think I have so much spare time?” she scoffs. “Goodnight, Hawke.”
The line goes dead.
I smirk as I put my phone on the counter.
Aside from fucking and partying, I’m also known for my unwavering determination to get what I want.
And Ivy has been on that list for a long time.
I fist my hardening cock and step closer to the camera, gliding my other hand through my black hair as I stare directly into it in all my naked glory.
Just hearing her voice is enough to get my libido back in a short amount of time, and I stroke myself, knowing she’s watching.
Right on cue, my phone starts ringing, and I can’t hide my grin as “Lover” appears on the screen. I put that as her contact name in my phone to piss her off after that night we had together, but ever since, I’ve hoped it’ll happen again. Even years later, I’m waiting like a good boy.
I take two steps back to answer the call, placing it on speaker while my hand stays wrapped around my cock.
“Stop that,” she scolds, and it gives me a burst of satisfaction to know she’s still watching. Like me, she can’t resist the pull between us.
“Why, lover? Does it turn you on?” I ask rhetorically because I know it does.
The receptionist from the gym walks into the kitchen and stops in her tracks. She’s dressed in a tight-fitted jacket, her dirty shirt in her hand.
“I’m still on the phone, but feel free to get on your knees,” I suggest to the woman, and then fix my gaze back on the camera, all for her . My sweet, sweet Ivy, who’s just as poisonous as her name suggests. Because after just one taste of her, I haven’t been able to get her out of my system.
The blonde walks over, a devilish smirk on her face, and I remind myself about the hair thing, wanting to be more careful after the recent suggestion.
She kneels in front of me and takes me into the back of her throat.
And, as always, I think of another blonde I would rather be choking with my cock.
These women… their faces, names, and bodies blur into one.
There’s only one woman I’ve ever savored or memorized their every touch.
“Cat got your tongue, lover?” I croon to Ivy. “Does it turn you on?” I repeat my earlier question. The woman on the floor nods her head, but it’s not her I’m talking to. If anything, I’m now growing bored of the situation because it’s not her mouth I want swallowing my dick.
“No,” Ivy deadpans. There’s a tendril of something more in her tone, and I can’t tell if it’s irritation or interest.
“How about this, then?” I thread my hands through the woman’s hair and push her head down farther, encouraging her to take me as deeply as she can. She begins to gag on my cock, but I know her limits since she was sucking me off only an hour ago.
“Looks like she’s looking for something more tangible to eat. Oh, excuse me, that’s my door. My date must be here. Bye, Hawke,” she says and then hangs up. I’m left on the edge, all my libido and the buildup of the anticipated sex talk coming to an end.
“Umm,” the woman on her knees says. I look down at her, and my cock starts softening.
What the fuck?
It’s like a double-edged blade. I always come, but there’s an irritation taking over in its stead this time.
Did Ivy say she has a date?
I know it’s not my right to be annoyed, but how dare she hang up on me for another guy just as things were getting interesting between us.
Then again, I literally have a woman sucking my cock, and it’s now deflating like a punctured balloon. I’m baffled. My dick and I have a mutual understanding. We make each other happy and always get off. I step away from her, and she looks up at me, confused.
I try not to laugh like a madman. This has never happened. Even drunk out of my mind, I always come. There’s only one person to blame for this, and it’s the only woman who’s ever been daring enough to hang up on me.