Chapter 11
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GREER
Greer leaned over the kitchen sink and closed her eyes. In all of two seconds, she’d gone from wanting to show up at Ivy’s to comfort her in her obvious loneliness to wanting to fuck her beyond oblivion. What was it with these women? She turned the water on and ran her hands under it until it was warm.
She had never expected to walk in and find Ivy, nearly spread-eagled, fingers deep inside herself, and grinding against her hand like her world depended on it. Greer shivered, the image permanently etched into her brain, and it wasn’t one that she wanted to forget. Ivy hadn’t even moved to try and cover herself up when Greer had walked in. She’d openly splayed herself for Greer to take in and eye her over like the best chocolate cake on the face of the planet.
Greer could already feel herself getting wetter with just the anticipation and desire of what was going to happen next. With soap on the center of her palm, Greer scrubbed her hands and fingers hard. She needed the extra few minutes before she walked back into that room and decided exactly what she was going to do to Ivy. After cleaning her fingers and hands thoroughly, Greer braced herself for what she was about to walk back into.
She had no idea if Ivy would have listened to her or not. Undoing the buttons on her colorful shirt, Greer pulled it out of her pants as she walked back toward the living room. She was surprised to find Ivy in almost exactly the same position that she left her. Her legs were more parted, her fingers still locked deep inside her, but her movements had slowed.
“Did you make yourself come?” Greer asked, keeping a slightly hard edge to her tone. For some reason, she felt it was called for right now. She’d analyze that later.
“No,” Ivy answered, her lips curling upward. “Though it’s been a close call once already.”
Greer chuckled and finished undoing the buttons on her shirt and let the edges flap to the side around her. “Please tell me you have a strap.”
“I…” Ivy glanced toward her bedroom, as if she was trying to remember. “I do. It’s brand new. I’ve never used it...or cleaned it.”
“Bought in anticipation of use then.” Greer glanced toward Ivy’s bedroom. “Where is it? Because I’d like to fuck you hard.”
“Oh God…” Ivy whimpered, her gaze dropping directly to Greer’s large breasts, still cupped in her bra. “It’s in the box still, in my closet on the second shelf right when you walk in.”
Greer’s lips quirked up to the side. “Don’t come.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Ivy was grinning at her, her chest heaving from the effort that she was no doubt expending in order to comply with Greer’s wishes.
“Oh, and don’t take any more clothes off,” Greer tossed that last bit over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs toward Ivy’s room. She’d only been in here once, when Shepherd had gone in and she’d had to fetch him. Ivy’s room wasn’t clean and organized like Nathalie’s. And Greer was fairly certain that wasn’t the only stark difference in personalities between the two women.
It didn’t take her long to find the strap, nestled still in the unopened box just like Ivy had promised. Greer took everything out, laying the box on Ivy’s dresser and starting to clean and sanitize the pieces she would need.
By the time Greer made it back down the stairs, Ivy was writhing on the couch and clenching her eyes shut tight. She set the strap onto the cushion next to Ivy and bent down over her, one hand on the top of the couch and the other right next to Ivy’s hip as she held herself up.
“Come yet?”
“No,” Ivy answered, so breathy that the word was barely even a word.
“Good.” Greer captured Ivy’s lips. She clasped her hand onto the side of Ivy’s head and neck, pulling her up so that their mouths could meld together. Her heart hammered as she slid her tongue into Ivy’s mouth, as she nipped at Ivy’s lip, as she pulled Ivy tight and hard against her and moved down onto her knees on the floor.
Breaking the kiss, Greer moved her mouth to Ivy’s jawline, kissing her there. She murmured, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
Ivy didn’t answer in anything other than a groan, and a sear of pleasure ran through Greer. Fuck, this woman was sexy as hell. Greer scraped her teeth down Ivy’s neck, probably a little harder than she would have normally done the first time having sex with someone, but something in Ivy called to her to keep it rougher.
To stay in control of what was happening.
Every second they were together.
Greer put her hands on Ivy’s knees and pushed her legs apart even more. She knelt between them and then leaned in, pushing her belly against Ivy’s hand and pussy, the heat and movement exactly what she wanted to feel. Ivy was still listening to her, still doing everything that Greer had told her, and she still wasn’t letting herself find that pinnacle of release.
Sliding back a little, Greer made quick work of the buttons on Ivy’s cream-colored blouse and pulled the sides apart just like her own shirt was. She immediately cupped Ivy’s breasts, feeling the warmth and weight through the push-up bra that she was wearing for work today. She dressed up for work and down for home, and the contrast between the two was stunning.
Dragging down one cup of the bra, Greer feasted on the exposed skin. She covered Ivy’s nipple with her mouth, flicking it hard with her tongue. She dragged in a sharp breath, keeping her mouth in place as Ivy arched her back up. She was seeking more. Greer knew it. Pressing her hand onto the small of Ivy’s back, Greer tugged her in a little closer, which added even more pressure of Ivy’s hand against her pussy.
“Greer… I can’t?—”
“Not yet,” Greer interrupted. “Don’t do it yet.”
Ivy groaned and bit her lip, arching back even more. Greer pressed her lips around Ivy’s nipple, sucking and teasing her until the nub was hard and pointed, until every swipe of her tongue elicited a moan from Ivy’s lips. Greer’s pussy clenched in response when Ivy pressed her hand to the back of Greer’s head and pushed her face back down into her chest. Ivy’s nails scraped against Greer’s scalp, desperate for Greer not to stop what she’d been doing.
Greer complied and put her mouth back to Ivy’s breast, but she pulled down the other cup of her bra and started to toy with Ivy’s other nipple, pinching it and pulling it. Ivy gasped, her hips rising up into Greer’s body, so Greer started to rock into her. Fuck, this was hot. Even Greer knew it was. She’d never been with someone who was so into every single thing that she was doing, who was craving to be touched in quite this way.
And just like Ivy had told her last week when they’d made out on the couch—it felt amazing just to be wanted. No strings attached. Just a good fucking that they both needed and wanted so bad.
“Greer.” Ivy’s voice shook. “I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t stop it.” Greer pushed her hips against Ivy’s hand and held them there. “Don’t stop yourself this time.”
Ivy cried out, her entire body tensing as she screamed. Greer kept her mouth against Ivy’s breasts, teasing them and feeling the wetness against her belly grow as Ivy continued to slide her fingers against herself. Greer smiled to herself—even after that, Ivy wasn’t stopping because she hadn’t been told to.
Fuck, that was so hot too.
Greer moved her hand down, cupping Ivy’s and figuring out exactly what she was doing. She slid in one finger and then two against Ivy’s so they were pulsing together inside her. Ivy moaned as Greer stretched her even more, but she would need it if they were going to use that strap, because it wasn’t like Ivy had bought a small one. Kissing her way down Ivy’s body, Greer covered Ivy’s clit with her mouth.
“Fuck!” Ivy shouted. “I need… I need a minute.”
“Do you?” Greer said quickly before diving back in. “Or is this better?”
“This is better,” Ivy answered, pulling her knees up toward her chest and opening herself even more for Greer. “Much better.”
Greer didn’t make this slow. She wanted Ivy to come with her fingers inside. Ivy didn’t move her hand away either. Greer pressed her nose into the small strip of curls that Ivy had that were trimmed down. They made her nose itch, but she ignored it as she pressed in harder. She’d noticed that before, that Ivy liked the pressure, so Greer gave it to her again. Her own underwear was soaked through, and she could feel her own juices start to slide down her thighs as she shifted to try and relieve some of her own physical discomfort from not being touched and still being fully dressed.
Ivy tossed her hand over her head, grabbing onto the top of the couch cushion. She pressed her hips down into Greer’s mouth, pushing against her. Greer looked up, watching as Ivy sucked in sharp breath after sharp breath, attempting to catch herself. Her nipples were still hard, her breasts uncovered and being pushed up by the bra she still had on.
Greer pulsed her fingers. She kept her mouth on Ivy’s clit, and she watched with rapt attention as Ivy came apart on her mouth, as she crashed through her second orgasm of the evening. And Greer had far more planned. She wasn’t done giving Ivy exactly what she needed. Not yet anyway.
Gasping, Ivy grinned, laughter bubbling up from her chest and leaving her lips in a beautiful litany. Greer honestly couldn’t have hoped for anything else.
“You’re amazing,” Ivy said, still chuckling.
“So are you.” Greer kissed the inside of Ivy’s thigh. She didn’t want to remove her fingers from Ivy yet. She was enjoying the gentle pulse of her body against her fingers, and she wanted to stay nestled against her even longer.
“I thought you wanted to stop.”
“Oh, did you think we were done?” Greer scraped her teeth against the inside of Ivy’s leg. “Because there will likely be a punishment the next time that you think I’m done when I’m not.”
“I…” Ivy’s eyes flew open, and she shook her head. “No, I don’t want to be done. I just thought…”
“You thought this was all for you?” Greer raised an eyebrow. “Well, most of it was, but no, Ivy, we’re not done. Our time was cut short last week, but I have all night for you.”
“A-all night?” Ivy stuttered.
“All night,” Greer repeated. “But don’t worry, I won’t make you come so many times that you pass out.”
“Now there’s an intriguing thought.” Ivy hummed as Greer moved back to kissing the inside of her thighs. She stopped pulsing, so Greer pressed the pads of her fingers up against Ivy.
Ivy gasped loudly. “Fuck.”
Greer chuckled, but she did move her fingers then. She pressed her wet fingers against Ivy’s thigh and pushed her legs even farther apart, which pushed her pussy right up into Greer’s waiting mouth. Licking Ivy fully, Greer gathered as much of her flavor as possible and swallowed before she went back in for a second taste. She hummed. God, Ivy tasted amazing. She was so tempted to stay right where she was, Ivy writhing against her—no doubt so sensitive from the two orgasms she’d already had.
But Greer stopped. She slowly backed up, never taking her eyes off Ivy’s body before she moved them slowly up to Ivy’s face. “Take your shirt off. Leave everything else on.”
“Okay?” Ivy put her feet on the floor as Greer stepped away.
Greer undid the buckle on her pants and pulled her belt through the loops. The end of it flung out and smacked the inside of Ivy’s thigh. Ivy cried out, and Greer cringed, instantly bending down to kiss away the injury. Except…now that Greer thought about it, that wasn’t a cry of pain.
“Did you like that?” Greer asked, massaging the place where her belt had hit.
“Yes,” Ivy answered, breathy once again.
“Maybe later.”
With a laugh, Greer stood back up and shucked her pants and underwear, touching herself between her legs to see just how wet and swollen she was. She wasn’t surprised by how bad it was. Gathering the moisture, she held her hand out to Ivy and raised an eyebrow at her. Ivy said nothing as she parted her lips and took Greer’s fingers into her mouth. She hummed in instant pleasure before she swirled her tongue in a circle and gathered every last drop of Greer’s juices that she had access to.
When Ivy pulled back, Greer grinned at her. “Good.”
“More?” Ivy asked, a definite beg to her tone.
“Not yet.” Greer’s lips curled upward, and she stepped in, pressing their mouths together hard. Leaving Ivy’s lovely mouth was hard, but Greer stood back up and slipped the strap over her legs and pulled it up to her hips. She tightened the sides and put it perfectly against her. She stared down at it as she touched it, curious to see what Ivy would do.
When Ivy said nothing, Greer looked her over. She already looked like she’d been fucked hard and good. And they definitely weren’t done yet. Greer still wanted to be inside her again, touch her, and then she wanted Ivy against her in some form or fashion. She didn’t really care if it was fingers, hands, mouth, lips, thigh. She would just need to come once for this to be the perfect night.
Ivy sat forward, her breasts on full display now that her shirt was on the floor. She parted her lips as if waiting for Greer to press the dildo into her mouth. But Greer didn’t. She stopped and shook her head. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Ivy raised an eyebrow at her. “But you said you…”
“I’m too close for you to touch me right now.” Greer’s heart thudded away in her chest. This woman—her boss—was strong, capable, and powerful. And right here she looked like nothing more than a woman just like any other woman. Someone who was desperate to be teased and touched, who wanted nothing more than to be physically loved and paid attention to.
“Greer…” Ivy said softly. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” Greer grinned, bending down and pulling Ivy’s face closer with a finger under her chin. She pressed her lips to Ivy’s, but she didn’t kiss. “You’ll get your turn, I promise. I won’t deny myself for your sake.”
“Good to know.” Ivy breathed, reaching up and brushing her fingers across Greer’s breast. “You’re stunning.”
Greer hummed and backed away. “Turn over. Hands on the back of the couch.”
Ivy hummed, her lips curling upward. “What do you have planned now?”
As if Ivy didn’t know. Greer would have rolled her eyes, but she was thoroughly enjoying this playful side of Ivy, one that she hadn’t seen before, but she suspected was underneath all the pain and hate and hurt that she carried with her everywhere.
Greer grabbed Ivy’s hips and jerked her back, putting her exactly where she wanted her. She ground her hips into Ivy’s ass, digging her fingers in to keep her in place. Ivy groaned, her head dropping down and her hair covering her face. Greer leaned forward, gathered Ivy’s hair in her hand and pulled her head back slightly. The lines of Ivy’s neck and back were stunning. Her skin was smooth and creamy, the small tattoo in the center of her shoulder blades with the boys’ footprints and dates of birth on it was stunning.
Tightening her grasp on Ivy’s hair, Greer pulled her back a little more, adding just a hint of pain to what she’d already been doing. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes,” Ivy said, gasping.
“Want more?”
“So much more.”
Greer released Ivy’s hair and then spread her knees as she positioned herself. She held the dildo with one hand, easing her way into Ivy’s body slowly. Ivy groaned, her head tilting back down as she pushed her ass toward Greer, taking her in far more quickly than Greer had anticipated. Heat rose into Greer’s chest, the end of the dildo pushing against her clit once it was firmly all the way inside Ivy.
She wasn’t going to last very long, but she could keep going for Ivy’s sake. She would need to. Scraping her fingertips down Ivy’s back, Greer pushed into her even more. She grunted as she leaned slightly over Ivy’s back. Reaching around to her front, Greer cupped Ivy’s breast and held onto her firmly.
“Ready?” Greer asked.
“So ready,” Ivy answered.
With a thrust of her hips, Greer started. She reached down between Ivy’s legs and teased her clit. Greer’s breathing came in short rasps as she tried to focus everything she had on making Ivy come again and again that night. She had no idea if they’d get another night like this or not, but she wanted Ivy to get everything that she needed from it.
Ivy grunted with each thrust of Greer’s hips into her. Greer moved her palm against Ivy’s ass, slapping her lightly, and those grunts turned into moans of pleasure. Ivy gripped onto the back of the couch cushion, her fingers digging in sharply to the fabric as she held herself up. Another wave of pleasure washed through Greer as she thrust again. She loved how responsive Ivy was, how willing she was to try just about anything, that she wasn’t afraid to let her voice be heard or to say exactly what she liked.
Greer thrust again. She slapped again. She dug her fingers into Ivy’s ass as she picked up her pace. She could feel the pleasure in her own body building up and threatening to topple her over the edge, but she wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t want to let loose without Ivy getting exactly what she needed first.
Flicking Ivy’s clit, Greer tried to keep her balance. She moved into Ivy harder, stronger, and she held onto Ivy’s hips to keep herself upright. She groaned, clenching her eyes tightly. “Touch yourself,” she ordered.
She wasn’t even sure if Ivy was listening, but when a sweet, pleasured moan escaped Ivy’s lips, Greer hoped that she’d listened. Gasping for breath, Greer bent over Ivy and changed the angle of the dildo against her clit. It gave her a second of relief before it did the exact opposite and sent pleasure racing through her. She cried out and then bit her tongue. She hadn’t been expecting that. Reaching around Ivy’s sides, Greer cupped both of Ivy’s breasts and held onto them, massaging whenever she got a second but also using Ivy’s body to keep herself upright.
Fuck, she hadn’t been prepared for just how good this would feel. Using everything she had to focus, Greer held off her own orgasm until she felt Ivy’s shoulders sink and until her cries became loud to Greer’s ears, and then she let go. She careened through her orgasm, the thrusts of the strap against her clit nearly taking her over the edge into oblivion every single time. She might not have fucked Ivy into passing out, but Greer was fucking close to it herself.
She pulled out and collapsed onto the side of the couch, swinging her leg up to steady herself. Ivy looked over at her, hair mussed, lips parted, and chest heaving. Greer raised an eyebrow at her, satisfaction rolling into a smile on her lips. This had been a good night. Walking in on her boss fucking herself had definitely not been what she expected, but she really wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Ivy said nothing as she stood up. She kept her gaze on Greer as she reached behind her back and flicked the clasp on her bra and dropped it to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Then she slid the zipper on her skirt and took that off, finally completely naked in front of Greer. She was stunning. She had a few stretch marks on her belly, her breasts heavy and lower, just like Greer would expect of a woman who’d carried two babies.
“You’re stunning,” Greer said, raking her gaze again over Ivy’s body. “Absolutely stunning.”
“So are you,” Ivy muttered as she climbed back onto the couch, straddling Greer’s hips. “And I don’t think we’re done yet.”
Without hesitation, she sank back down onto the dildo. Greer groaned as Ivy’s weight pushed the toy against her sensitive clit. Fuck, she was in over her head, wasn’t she? She clawed her way back for control, pushing her fingers into Ivy’s hips as Ivy started a slow rocking back and forth.
“Let’s take it slow this time,” Greer said, brushing her palm against Ivy’s nipple and then grasping her breast fully and firmly. “Tease each other into oblivion.”
“Your choice,” Ivy answered. “Just let me play with your amazing tits. I’ve wanted to touch them for days now.”
Greer chuckled. She pushed herself up and pulled off her shirt and bra before lying back down. “Better?”
“Much.” Ivy bent down and covered Greer’s nipple with her mouth. “My turn.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Greer threaded her fingers into Ivy’s hair, keeping a firm grasp on her. “And I’ll let you do whatever you want to me so long as you let me take care of you when we’re done.”
Ivy paused. She lifted her gaze to meet Greer’s. “Take care of me?”
“Mm-hmm.” Greer nodded. “Aftercare is important.”
That was something she wouldn’t give on. She didn’t fuck them and leave them. Well, maybe she did, but not until after she made sure that everyone was steady and ready for what was coming next.
“All right,” Ivy said in a rush, lifting her lips again. “But this first.”
“Definitely.” Greer pulled Ivy’s mouth back to her breast.