Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“I thought I had a pretty good imagination, but you are so much better than anything I’ve ever dreamed up.”
Ivy wanted to hide from the compliment because it couldn’t possibly be true, but then Grant’s hot tongue swiped across her taut nipple and there wasn’t anywhere else in the world she’d rather be.
He gave the same treatment to her other breast, but this time drew it into his mouth, the fine mesh cup wonderfully rough against her sensitive skin.
When she’d found the sexy bra in her suitcase, she didn’t even remember packing it. It was a Christmas miracle.
Grant, unwilling to pause long enough to properly take off her bra, worked each cup down her breasts and underneath to keep the fabric out of the way. He drew one nipple into his mouth, rolled the other between his fingers, and worked his free hand between her legs to stroke her wet, aching center.
Who said men couldn’t multitask?
“Fuuuck,” Ivy groaned, her hips bucking in a fruitless attempt to get his fingers inside of her. The emptiness was gnawing at her.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled around her nipple.
She wanted to growl at him that she knew she was wet because he’d made her that way by being hot and a fucking tease, but he pushed her panties to the side and rubbed her clit, and any complaints turned to impatient whines.
It was like he didn’t care that she was dying in infinitesimal increments. No amount of gentle, wordless suggestion could get him to hurry. It was time for a direct approach.
“Fuck. Me.”
“In a minute.” He said it like she’d asked him to take out the trash while he was watching football. Just went right back to driving her close to the edge without allowing her to go over, unbothered while she suffered exquisitely.
He caught her nipple with his teeth as it dropped from his mouth, and the small, sharp pain made her pussy clench around his fingers.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Grant shook his head, then withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth.
His moan reverberated through her body. Before she could even try to help him make things easy, he had her knees pinned near her chest and his mouth was on her cunt, his tongue working around her panties to get at what he wanted. Her.
It was better than her fantasy of him eating her out on the stairs.
There, he’d been skilled and appreciative.
Here, he was frenzied and ravenous. He licked and sucked with abandon, like he couldn’t taste her fast enough to satisfy him.
It felt so good, but she needed more. Even his fingers wouldn’t ease the ache building in her core.
“Fuck me,” Ivy moaned. Grant ignored her. She grasped his hair in her fist and yanked his head away from her pussy. “Fuck me. Now.”
If she hadn’t been painfully horny, the conflicted look on his face would have been funny. She’d never seen a man so obviously wish he could contort himself to simultaneously eat pussy while also sinking his cock inside that same pussy.
Grant crawled to the edge of his bed to dig around in his nightstand.
Ivy peeled her panties off and tossed them across the room, then unhooked her bra and threw it in the same general direction. On the other side of the bed, Grant triumphantly held up a square condom packet.
“Put it on and get your ass over here.”
It was her curse that whenever she was confronted with a man putting on a condom, she thought about Mrs. Knutson, her high school health teacher, in her tracksuit, showing twenty-five mortally embarrassed teens how to use a condom on a banana.
So, when Grant hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his boxers and shucked them, she expected to think of the banana.
But when his cock sprang free of its confines, she didn’t think of the banana.
In fact, the banana was the furthest thing from her mind, even as Grant rolled the condom down his shaft.
She was going to have to be on top to start.
Not because she didn’t trust Grant to be gentle with what he was packing, but because she was concerned he’d be too gentle.
That he’d do everything the way he was supposed to—soft kisses, asking if she was all right, slow strokes—and she’d end up too in her own head to enjoy herself.
As soon as he’d finished putting on the condom, Ivy pounced, pushing him back onto one of his two sensible pillows and straddling him. The move surprised him, and he blinked up at her while his brain visibly rearranged its expectations. Then he grinned and gave her ass a playful smack.
If this sex was half as good as she thought it was going to be, she was going to have to marry him.
Ivy hovered above Grant, the tip of his cock teasing her slick entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his rigid length, sliding down his shaft until the stretch was too much, pausing only as long as it took her body to accommodate his, until she’d taken all of him. She hissed with satisfaction.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Her voice quavered as she began to rock on top of him because he filled her so completely. Every movement was bliss, and she struggled to establish a rhythm because the pleasure was overwhelming.
Strong hands held her hips. “Can I help?”
She bit her lip and nodded. Grant started to guide her, rolling his hips with hers. The pressure in her low belly built with the pleasure once they found a rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, fisting the sheets near his head. Her orgasm was so close she could taste it. A few more minutes and…
Grant slapped her ass. It was a risk, but a calculated one, and the resulting sting made her entire body clench. She cried out as she came, her cunt squeezing his thick cock as best it could, and through her own fog, she thought she felt him pulsing inside her.
Ivy collapsed on top of him, using the rise and fall of his chest to remind her how to breathe again.
“Holy fuck,” she groaned against his neck, though it was the understatement of her lifetime.
“Agreed,” he said, panting. “That was a religious experience.”
Ivy chuckled weakly, but felt a more urgent sound trying to claw its way up her throat.
She feared that if she let it out, it might sound suspiciously like a sob.
Because as Ivy’s body gently drifted to earth from the celestial heights it had just experienced, she knew a piece of her wasn’t coming back.
Grant Underwood had shown her heart the stars—and from now on, there’d be no convincing herself that anything short of the whole night sky would ever satisfy her again.