Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Ivy
T he dream starts to slip away from me and even though I try, I can't chase it back into sleep. Consciousness threatens even though I try to ignore it.
I don't want to wake up. Not when my dreams have been filled with more Jake than scared nights spent hiding.
As those dream fade, I slowly become aware that I'm still on Jake's big leather sofa. I remember leaning up against the back, listening to him tell me about his work while I stared at his face, memorizing every feature.
Now I'm sprawled out on the cushions, my thighs against the soft leather in a way that doesn't exactly stick, but doesn't exactly not. Soft cotton cages me in on both side and more cotton cushions the side of my face.
Nothing under the fabric, however, is soft.
Blinking a few times and letting my surroundings come into focus, I realize I'm wrapped up in the hard muscles of Jake's legs, his arms folded around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest under my head.
It doesn't take long to realize he's awake too. One of his hands lazily spins a lock of my hair around his fingers. It's a comforting sensation that makes me want to snuggle back to his chest and lay in his arms forever.
But I feel guilty for making him my personal pillow when he probably has better things to do than lay here waiting for me to catch up on lost sleep.
Then I shift, turning slightly so I can look up at him-- and feel something else hard digging in to my stomach under his sweatpants.
"Oh." Is the only thing I have to say when he tells me he didn't want to move me.
He closes his eyes briefly and utters a four letter word under his breath when I move again.
"Um, I don't know what I'm supposed to do?"
The thing is, I don't want to move off of him. I want to move closer to him. I want to feel that hard length pressed against more than just my belly.
But I don't know if he's really hard for me, or if it's just a thing that happens sometimes.
Jake's eyes open, fixing on mine. The olive-gray tint of his irises looks more hazel and much darker as he tightens his jaw and swallows hard.
"You're not supposed to do anything, Ivy. You had a rough couple of days-- I don't want to pressure you...but I do want you."
As if to punctuate his meaning, I feel his dick surge reflexively against me.
"But--" My voice falters slightly, unsure how this goes. "I want you too."
"Fuck, Ivy, you're so perfect."
The hand that had been playing with my hair cups my face. I don't make Jake do all the work for our first kiss, I move toward him, eagerly meeting him half way until our mouths collide and our tongues tangle.
The couch is big, but it's not big enough for both of us now that we're making out.
With me struggling to crawl up Jake's body without letting his lips part from mine, and him trying to slide down into the cushions so our bodies line up with each other better, it's no surprise that we end up on the floor.
Jake
L anding on the floor is what it takes to pry my mouth of Ivy's. Fortunately, the fall is short and the landing is soft. No one's hurt and after both of us laughing off our surprise, the make-out session that started on the sofa turns into something a lot more serious.
Down here on the thick rug, I have more room to get Ivy's curvy body spread out for me. When I break away from the sweetest lips I've ever tasted, it's only because I want to wrap my lips around those beautiful tits so bad I'm about to lose my mind.
Ivy's quick to help me get the borrowed shirt off of her, but she's also damn insistent at getting my shirt off of me as well.
I'm happy to let her undress me, but it does mean having some patience before I'm able to get my mouth on her.
When she's got me down to just the sweat pants I threw on out of the shower earlier, and I've got her under me in nothing but those little lavender panties, I dive in.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I mumble around one nipple, sucking and teasing till it's hard as rock under my tongue.
"I was into you the minute I saw you, baby," I tell the other nipple while I give it the same treatment. "When you were at the bakery, talking to Phoenix. I wanted to kiss you right there and then. I wanted to pull you out of that chair and haul you up the mountain to the work site with me."
"What were you going to do with me at your work site?"
Ivy laughs, but her voice has gone husky with arousal. I love the way it's so different from her regular voice, there's no mistaking that she's as turned on as I am right now.
"Put you in my tent and make sure you stay there. Keep you out of sight of all the guys so they wonder who the fuck is doing all the moaning after dark."
"What if I'm a screamer?"
The thought of hiding Ivy away in my tent up at the logging camp and making her scream for me every night has my dick so hard I see stars for a second.
Ivy's back arches into my touch as I caress her breasts, kissing my way over the soft swell of her stomach on a desperate path down her body.
"Are you, baby?" I ask. "If I slide these little panties to the side and slip a couple of fingers so deep inside you that you come all over my hand, are you going to scream my name so loud the neighbors come to check on you?"
"I don't know...but I say we find out."
My girl's eager for my touch, squirming against me to guide me where she needs me most.
Ivy's thighs fall open, making herself open to me for the taking. The musky scent of her arousal hits my nose and I can almost taste her sweetness already. My fingers toy at the edge of the panties right where her thigh meets my goal.
"You don't know?"
Her words have me hesitating.
"Are you telling me no one's ever bothered to get you worked up enough to find out?"
Ivy lifts her head off the floor to look down at me.
She's a perfect mess like this, blonde curls in disarray, naked tits bobbing with her movements as she pulls herself up on her elbows and gives me a look of utter exasperation.
"Well. No. But I was hoping that was about to change."
Fuck yeah, it's about to change.
"Lie back down, baby girl, I've got this."